Medieval Lesbian Porn Novels & Stories

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

Another woman hovered over Cassie’s face, grinding her vagina against her lips, and I felt my stomach lurch as Cassie’s tongue darted out to lick. My brain stalled completely. Cassie was committing an abomination. The humans called it lesbianism, but in our world, it wasn’t some casual thing you joked about or experimented with. It was something people got punished for. Badly. Up to fifteen years in the dungeon. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Cassie snapped, pushing the woman between her legs away, her movement careless enough that she bumped into the one above her. That broke whatever hold the scene had on me.

The cool air that enveloped my body smelt of a light warm cinnamon. Each display stand or cabinet was clearly displayed and labelled, lubes, whips, chains, vibratory and butt plugs were just a few signs that caught my eye and aroused my pleasure. On the wall a thin plasma screen hung which was silently playing a DVD. The film featured a young woman gobbling on a large cock whilst having her ass hole pounded. A huge grin ran across her face as she sucked the cock. The man withdrew to release an extraordinarily large load across the

“Bones of saints. Fingers of martyrs. Tongues of virgins. Sealed in 1893 after a scandal the Church buried deeper than the dead. Now it’s mine.” He entered me slow, thick, and bare. No condom. No hesitation. Just heat, stretch, and fullness. I arched, cried out, and the rope biting my wrists, the velvet slick beneath me. He fucked me like a prayer—deep, deliberate, and each thrust a syllable of Latin I didn’t know but felt in my bones: “Dominus vobiscum… et cum spiritu tuo…” The cameras rolled. The candles burned lower, wax dripping onto the stone like tears of the damned.

I cried out into the linens. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it, you slutty nun.” He slammed deeper. Hips slapped my ass. The shelf rattled. His hand on my neck kept me pinned while he fucked me in long, rough strokes. “This what you’ve been thinking about during mass?” he asked. “Getting bent over and filled?” “Yes—” He reached around and rubbed my clit hard while he thrust. I came a second time, clenching around him, moaning into the cloth. He kept pounding through it.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

She gasped and moaned as her body enjoyed the blissful joy of oral sex, a practice thought sinful and deviant in her strict medieval era. Lord Jarin tasted her delight and then suckled her breasts gently as she rode her orgasm on his fingers and thumbed her clitoris. He always felt thrilled and turned on by his aberrant sexual behaviour, doing things frowned on by the norm in his strict social circles. He liked that he could practice these whims on his pretty peasant girls without consequence.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.