Monster Erotica Novels & Stories

*SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.” “Good Girl ”. He applied ointment on her ass and gave her the pain killers . She gulped three pills in one go with water still tied up in the position. “I guess it’s paining, so I won't fuck you today. I can wait for a month or till you heal.” he says with a slight grin. “You seriously think I'll have sex with you after what you did with me. You're a psycho.” Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

open its belly. Steaming guts spilled onto the ground in slippery ropes. He finished by tearing out the throat in a final fountain of blood that soaked his fur dark red. The garden was now a slaughter yard scattered limbs, pools of blood gleaming under the red moon, the metallic stench thick in the air. Damien shifted back to human form, naked, glistening with sweat and enemy gore. His cock remained rock-hard, smeared with blood. He looked up at Monalisa in the doorway, eyes burning with possessive lust, he leaped back up in one powerful bound and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the tall library window overlooking the carnage below. Look what Daddy did for you, baby girl, he

“Deeper. If you make me come I might let you fuck me.” The man’s tongue worked frantically. Wet sounds filled the room. Nadia moaned, rolling her hips, using his face like a toy. She reached down and pinched his nipples hard. The man groaned into her cunt. She rode his mouth faster, tits bouncing, until her thighs tightened and she came with a sharp cry, soaking his face. Mateo’s hand moved to his crotch without thinking. He rubbed himself through his pants, eyes glued to the scene. Nadia stood up, cum from her orgasm glistening on the man’s chin. She grabbed a strap-on from the table, a thick black dildo and buckled it around her hips.

I place both my large hands over the mounds of her quivering breasts and slowly massage them. The vision of Ameera lying panting underneath me waiting for me to impale her with my frightening monster cock made me ache deep in my crotch. The ache is physical. Remembering the first time I pinned a woman under my heavy body, writhing in agony as I impaled her cunt with my monster penis, stretching her cunt beyond human endurance to accept and ecstasy as the same torturing tool precipitated her gut-wrenching orgasms. Hearing a woman scream as I lifted her legs up in the air and, despite her repeated no, no, shoving my monster cock in her tiny anus until buried to the hilt and fucking her to mult

It was coated in thick white cream. She looked over at Daniel, whose pants were visibly wet at the front from pre-cum. “Next time,” she told him, voice husky, “maybe you’ll get to feel how hot and tight she is… but only if you’re a good boy and keep our secret.” I lay there panting, legs still spread, pussy gaping and twitching, staring at Daniel while my mind spun with shame… and pure, filthy excitement. 🍆🍆 My hands were shaking as Beatrice locked the door again three nights later.

A masked man loomed over her. *Am I about to watch my mother's sex tape?*

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.