Monster Sex Story Novels & Stories

Bottles of lube and toys were laid out like instruments of torture. Victor stood naked at the foot of the bed, his monstrous nine-inch cock already rock hard and leaking. Damien leaned against the wall, stroking his thick eight-incher. And Marcus — the quietest and most sadistic of the three — watched with hungry, calculating eyes. At twenty-six, Marcus had a leaner, more athletic build than Damien but possessed a cruel streak that made Liam’s stomach twist. “Strip and get on the bed, boy,” Victor commanded. “On all fours. Ass up. It’s time for your brothers to see what a perfect Kane whore you’re becoming.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. You like this? You like me playing with your ass as I fuck your cunt?” “I hate⁠—“ “Again. Beg me again,” he taunts, playing with me, every part of me full of him. “Please! Let me come!” “Good girl,” he says and slams into me, not holding back this time, taking me over the edge, the pillow muffling my scream as I come so hard, I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. When the world rights itself again, blood throbs against my ears and my breath comes in pants. Nicholas is saying something, sounding self-satisfied while massaging my scalp. I blink my eyes open to find him looming over me as I lay flat on my stomach, utterly spent.

But every time I closed my eyes and lay down, I had no control over actually falling asleep. It really exhausted me to help the monster through the Oestrous cycle. I think the monster should be tired too. I noticed that he had lost a lot of weight in a week. His bandages were all loose. I found him to be an honest guy. He promised not to rape me, and he never touched my pussy even though I was asleep. Also, he said he would be in Oestrous for half a month, which apparently wasn't a lie either. I don't know if I'm suffering from Stockholm. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for this monster. Yes, I think he's horrible and pathetic.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Alexander touched Cassandra's lips using his thumb. Cassandra immediately took this opportunity to bite Alexander's finger. "Aaa," Alexander didn't expect Cassandra to bite his thumb. "Bitch!" "Slap!" Alexander slapped Cassandra's cheek. "Casey," Eric, who opened his eyes when he heard Cassandra's scream, was very surprised when Alexander slapped Cassandra on the cheek. "Then I won't hesitate to give vent to my lust, Miss Mckenzie. At first, I just wanted to play with you. But now I want to rápe you." Alexander forced open the buttons on Cassandra's shirt until the buttons fell all over the floor.

she sobbed, her pussy gushing juices down his shaft. Across the room, Chelsea and Damien approached the missionary statue. Chelsea's heart pounded, her small frame trembling as she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy, already slick from the room's influence. Damien stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest heaving, and dropped his pants to let his long cock spring out, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself between her thighs, leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she kissed back hungrily, tears streaming down her cheeks.

His reply wasn’t another message—it was an incoming video call. The moment I picked up, Liam’s cool voice came through. "Apologies, I was just—" "Liam." I cut him off. Then, without thinking, I blurted, "Let’s have an affair." There was silence. For the first time, the ever-composed, self-restrained Liam Reid completely blanked. And then, the tips of his ears, hidden beneath his dark hair, turned a deep, unmistakable red. … Lately, Nathaniel had been in a foul mood, an unsettling sense of unease lingering in the back of his mind.

Moose added, his breath on Qerev'nrys neck as he rammed into her. “I’m cuming!” she screamed again. The two Ox-men roared, their bodies shuddering as they emptied their loads deep within her, filling her to overflowing. Moose’s cocks pulsed, releasing thick, hot semen into her pussy, while Crume’s ass-cock spurted its own sticky offering into her rear. They collapsed onto her, their heavy bodies pinning her to the bed, their breath ragged against her skin.

A few hours later, I’m at home, in a tee and track pants, on FaceTime with Saxon and Damon, a glass of whisky in my hand. “Jesus,” Saxon says. “She’s a dominatrix?” “Well, I couldn’t see any whips or paddles, but yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on there.” “I didn’t think he’d be into S&M,” Damon says. “I’ve always thought their cotton-rich socks are the best on the market,” Saxon replies. “That’s M&S, idiot,” Damon tells him. I give a short, tired laugh. They’re trying to cheer me up. It works, partly.