Medieval Erotica Novels & Stories

Karen, tingling with anticipation and curiosity, watched as he spread them out on the surface of a mahogany table of Georgian vintage. She glanced down at the first and then stared harder, arrested by the subject. ‘My God!’ she breathed in a husky whisper. Tony gave a slow smile, his eyes bright. ‘I thought you’d appreciate them. They’re much more inventive than even Giulio Romano’s illustrations of Pietro Aretino’s smutty poems, Sonetti Lussuriosi.’ ‘Aren’t they just!’ She had seen copies of the pornographic Renaissance pictures representing the various ‘postures’ of sexual intercourse. ‘Much later, of course.’

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

“You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.” Fernand chuckled, nodding approvingly. “Out of every whore who crawls in here, you’re the one we all line up for. What the hell don’t you have? Especially those heavenly tits I could suck on for hours. Strip off so we can bury our cocks in you and get this orgy rolling.” Maddie quickly pulled down her skirt, and took off her bra, so her big tits bounced free, barely contained by the thin leather harness that framed them. She left on only the harness and her thigh-high fishnet stockings, then kicked off her boots, practically naked and excited to get her

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

I rolled onto my right side, facing the wall, and reminded myself again that watching isn't wanting. I've read a lot of erotica -- no surprise there. How many times does the male character end up snuggled against the female, his hand holding her tit and his boner against her ass? It's comical, right? I woke up some time later. The abundant moonlight that had illuminated Melody and Deuce the other night filled the room.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

*A/N* Just so you know, BDSM or Bondage Discipline, Dominance Sado-Masochism was actually practiced in earlier days around 5th Century and popularized in clandestine 14 Century. The medieval phenomenon of courtly love in all of its slavish devotion and ambivalence has been suggested by some writers to be a precursor of BDSM. And was way brutal and painful than the modern day like, but copper engraving on your skin? Anyway, I didn't elaborate that act because I'm really not a fan of it but, to somehow show how rambunctious the character is, jumping from one guy to another like hell no, kid, you have too much itch in you girl? Hahaha.