My Taboo Harem! Novels & Stories

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her from behind, a brutal, possessive act, a way of reclaiming her, of reminding her who she truly belonged to. Emma cried out, a muffled sound of shock and pleasure. She was being fucked from both ends, used by two men at once. It was the most depraved, most humiliating, most intensely erotic moment of her life. She was a vessel for their pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded, a hole to be filled.

“It might be a taboo, but who cares? For someone like me, I can desire for that thing.” “You what now?” “Nothing, I am just glad that you are threating me as your friend.” From those seemingly innocent smiles, hides his growing lust. The sin that is a casual thing to begin with and especially towards him who is an embodiment of one. The taboo that everyone might call it is something that is natural to the ones like him. A desire and a shift of emotion that he wanted and fast. “One day and another, I shall have what I desire the most.” “DON’T you get it, Tucker?”

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

Leo plasters a smile on his face, looking between Theo and me with expectancy. “We did. Would you like to show them the photos?” Theo asks. “Sure, come in. I’ll make some coffee….” I trip off before them, walking inside the house whilst chastising myself for being so naive. Of course, Tabby wasn’t a loved member of the pack. Of course, she was held there against her will as much as Khai and me. I think I just presumed against the fact she slept with Damian that her life over there was vastly different from us others.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

I thought the sessions with the psychologist would be more difficult. The topics we address are heavy, yet I find it easy to open up to her. Like Jane, I’m a very reserved person, and it embarrasses me to admit that I endured severe psychological abuse from my husband. I'm also ashamed of having had a lover. According to the values I was raised with, that was immoral—no different than being a prostitute. And on top of all that, I danced in a nightclub where illegal dealings took place.

Harper stands there in nothing but a short silk robe that hangs open, revealing her perky breasts and shaved pussy. She looks thoroughly fucked and satisfied from her night with Dennis. "Well, well. The new lovebirds are awake," she says with a wicked, knowing smile. "Did my pathetic little cuck fill Julia's greedy womb like I ordered?" "Yes, Madam," I answer, my face burning. Julia squeezes my cock tighter, pumping it slowly. "He did. Shot so much thick cum deep inside me I can still feel it leaking out. You were right about him, Harper. He has a decent dick for a worthless cuck."

She’s got that stubborn glint in her eyes—the same one she gets when she persuades me to do something. I sigh, shaking my head. “Alright, you start first.” First, she made me play truth or dare, and now this. This woman is making me do things I never imagined doing in my life. But I like it. And I would do anything for her. She leans back with her lips curving into a smirk before listing her statements. “Number one: I’ve had sex in public areas. Number two: I’ve done a threesome. Number three: I’ve dreamed about you—wild dreams, not innocent ones.”

The emotional tether pulled tight, their friendship a lifeline in the storm of taboo lust, best friends lost in the glory of being used. The alternation grew frantic, cocks pistoning between pussy and ass like pistons, the men's grunts syncing with the girls' moans. Sara felt the peak building, a taboo ecstasy that blurred pain and bliss, her body a canvas for their anonymous fury. Another orgasm ripped through her, her screams mingling with Mia's as they begged in unison—'Fill us! Don't stop pounding!'

The private dungeon room smelled of polished leather, faint incense, and raw anticipation. Soft red lighting bathed the space in warmth, highlighting the St. Andrew’s cross, the padded bench, and the heavy oak table where various implements waited. At 26, Lena had dreamed of this moment for months. Tonight, in this soundproofed sanctuary, she would finally be collared by Marcus, her dominant, her lover, the man who had slowly peeled back every layer of her control until she craved nothing more than to surrender it completely.