Night Time Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

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But I believed him. In the third month of my tenure, the director called me into his office and said that due to the shortage of medical staff, they were short on personnel for the night shifts. He insisted that working night shifts was an essential experience if I wanted to become vice-director. I believed him and accepted without hesitation. That night, I finished my rounds around eleven o'clock and was passing by the break room when I heard something... unusual. It was a sound I knew well. But now, hearing it in the break room, my mind raced.

he commented as he took a step forward. Shoving every single thought that was crossing my mind to the farthest place, and swallowing any comment that I could have made about his appearance, I cleared my thoughts. "That's because that's exactly what is going to happen. I'm going to read you a bedtime story,” I said confidently. However, I realized how absurd that sounded as soon as I said it. Can you believe it? The Night Reaper, in his pajamas, having a bedtime story being read to him. The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order.

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.

And on moonlit nights, when the wind carried whispers through the trees, the children would huddle close to their parents, grateful for the lessons learned from the chilling tale. And so, dear children, remember the story of 'The Whispering Shadows' when the moon is high and the wind carries secrets on its breath. For even the naughtiest of children may find themselves facing the eerie dance of shadows in the depths of the forest, a fate they can only escape by heeding the warnings of those who came before.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

He threw his cloak on the ground and tore off his trousers revealing a hard 12-inch monster cock. "Brothers, I shall have the first taste of this consort", he declared as he came toward me meanwhile he nodded to hto his is brothers as they took off their clothes too revealing their own hard cocks. "Strip", he ordered as he finally reached me. I took the nightgown off hesistantly and threw it aside, staring up at him. "Go on, Draven", a golden-haired brother said impatiently. Draven only nodded as he pushed me against the bedpost.

I said this while laughing out loud. If it means getting another job at a modeling agency, I don't mind lying to Josh again, if only once. Josh chuckled before nodding. "It appears that you are desperate for work." Josh stated before smiling. I bite my lower lips. "Are you going to tell me about this so-called job or not?" I sneered because he appears to be reverting to his playful self. Josh inhales and exhales. "I want you to join me and my best friend for a threesome erotic night stand." Josh declares, his words exploding in my ears.

But tonight, something darker stirred within him, a violent impulse he couldn't suppress. As he prowled through the forest, he caught sight of a human woman wandering alone. She seemed lost, her movements hesitant and unsure. Ethan's predatory instincts flared, a dangerous mix of lust and aggression clouding his judgment. He crept closer, his heart pounding with a twisted anticipation. The woman turned, her eyes widening in fear as she saw him. "Who are you?" she stammered, backing away. Ethan's werewolf form shimmered as he shifted back to his human shape, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "No one you need to know," he said, his voice low and menacing.