Mature Taboo Novels & Stories

I waved back, feeling Tyler’s cum still leaking down my thighs. **Be warned.** This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else. For any future. For any hope of a normal life next door. Once you cross that fence… there’s no going back.

“She’s not property, you arrogant bastard.” “I know that. But in our world, she’s my mate now. And that’s forever.” “The hell it is.” Rob’s eyes flash dangerously. “The Council can dissolve a mating if…” “No.” Maya’s voice cuts through. “They can’t. Not without both parties agreeing. And I’ll never agree. Never.” Rob looks at her like he doesn’t recognize her. “Maya, sweetheart, you don’t understand what you’ve done. This bond—it’s not natural. He’s twice your age. He manipulated you…”

Anything seen here and also seen elsewhere is probably coincidental. — M A T U R E — Matured chapters would be tagged as {M}. You would see it beside the chapter title. Due to W*****d's guidelines, I can assure you that it's not "pure erotica" or "porn" in anyway. It has sex, cussing, gory scenes too. But if you're not still interested - OR - You're lower than 16 years, do not read. If you still read, it's on you. I know you'll still read it. *giggles*

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

“Can you to give me my first orgasm, Kai?" He paused, eyes locking onto hers with visible surprise. “Do you really know what you’re asking?” “Yes,” she whispered, clear-headed and aching. “I’m sure.” Kai’s expression darkened with heat. He knew how much dirty things she could do. "If I do this… you won't be able to walk out of here properly afterward.” Lila met his gaze, the forbidden desire thick in the air. “I don’t want to walk out properly.” She took the towel off completely, legs parting slightly. “Please, Kai…”

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

By the eleventh stair, the grunts turned to deep rooted growls mixed up with loud moans, all feral and needy. “Urghhh.. fuck me harder... just like that.” A sloppy, obscene sound followed, like fingers...A cock, thrusting into something wet and slippery. I stopped right in my tracks. My stomach flipped. No fucking way he was fucking someone in the same bed he shares with my mother.

Maeve was a fucking witch, one who seemed to have mastered her craft so dangerously well. Most people think having three dicks is a dream. They don’t understand the reality of living with it— the stares, the creepy fetishists who treated me like a circus animal, the women who ran after seeing me naked. On the flip side, there were the ones who became obsessed in the absolute worst ways, treating me like a machine instead of a human being. I was completely done hiding it, done feeling like a monster. Today, I was going to make it rain. “Marcus Kane,” the assistant called. “You’re up.”

I stumbled back two full steps, my hands dropping to my sides, my legs trembling beneath me. Olise stayed pressed against the wall, his lips swollen, his eyes dark and glazed with an intense, heavy arousal. He looked at me, bewildered, his hand rising to touch his wet lips. "No," I choked out, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, turning my back to him because the sight of his undone state was making the guilt claw violently at my throat. "No. I shouldn't have done that. That was an absolute mistake. I lost my temper, I lost my head—"