Literotca Taboo Novels & Stories

He held something out—a small, dark vial of concentrated herbs, the real reason he’d likely kept the others away. "Fuck," I let out, a choked, broken sound, just as Rox suddenly latched back onto my clit, sucking with a violent, hard pressure that sent a lightning bolt of pure sensation through my core. My hips bucked off the bed, my back arching as the double assault of Eric’s intense gaze and Rox’s hungry mouth pushed me straight toward a shattering peak. I opened my mouth as Eric commanded, my breath hitching as the bitter, earthy liquid from the vial hit my tongue. It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs.

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

Karima hissed. “Most don’t know about it and the ones who do never talk about it,” Vish whispered, her voice barely audible. “Forced... activation. It wasn’t a cure. It was the darkest event in the Infernal realm’s medical history. We can’t say for sure what it was — there’s no solid evidence it ever happened. But in the healing field, it’s a forbidden topic. A taboo. So, never bring it up again, okay?” “Taboo?” I frowned, my chest tightening with a growing unease.

Tommy took out a glass jar, and a plastic marker then he placed them on the table, in front of Bertha. Boniface asked. "What is this?" Bertha winked mischievously, her expression evil. "This is the powerful beauty-destroying drug S404. Tell you to know, if I use this to write a few words on your face right now, will it be beautiful? What should I write now?" Immediately, Boniface got goosebumps. "This drug is a banned substance in a wartime laboratory. How could you take it out so casually? Did Fawn let you do this?"

“Of course she’d lie for her friend! Look at what she did to me! She attacked me!” “That’s not all we found when we searched your room.” Tabatha reaches into her robe and pulls a Baphomet out of her pocket. It’s a Satanic object, not necessarily illegal to have, but it makes her look guilty of everything Kristy would have overheard. Ruth was trying to force me to summon the Devil for her. The council members look at Tabatha, waiting her command. Things are bad, and while I know I’m innocent, I know how this looks.

A hint of contempt flashed across Sebastian's face as he rebuked, "Clones are clones for a reason—they're only replicas of the human gene. They're not humans." "Oh, is that so?" she remarked nonchalantly before continuing, "Then what does that make you, who can't even defeat the so-called failures?" Larissa turned around and waved airily. "Get rid of them." Tabitha was staring at Larissa longingly. Larissa tossed a pink wallet to her, asking, "Is this yours?" Tabitha beamed at her as she took it from her. "Larissa, did you pick it up for me? Thank you so much!"

It had not existed when she began serious drinking, and now its heavily caffeinated, sugary flavour served to keep the mental dullness she preferred to spend her days on the right side of alert. The eggs stiffened as Teddy whisked them. All six of them. He turned off the gas. He picked up a cracked Gien plate and paused briefly to look at the image and words on its surface: La Morale en Action; Missionnaire Convertissant Les Sauvages. A 19th century priest stood with his hand raised over a group of natives with feathered headdresses and bared breasts somewhere in Polynesia. He tipped the eggs onto them. The eggs were undercooked, and left a yellow, greasy slime around the plate's rim, blurri

“Don’t stop this time. Let them see you squirt for the first time.” Lila’s eyes widened. “I… I don’t know if I can—” “You can,” he growled, curling his fingers hard against her G-spot. “Push through the embarrassment. Let go. Show the class what a good little exhibitionist you’re becoming.” The pressure built unbearably fast. Lila’s hips bucked against his hand. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers fucking her echoed obscenely. The group watched intently, their own touching growing frantic.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.