Non Consensual Novels & Stories

Amber’s expression was dark. “I’m not stopping Chris if he wants to beat the shit out of Mason. The bastard deserves it. Jesus, Lisa, are you crying? Did he hurt you? Did he force himself on you? Are you all right? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Lisa hastily wiped at her face, horrified by the direction Amber was going with his questions. Did he and Chris truly believe that what was going on was nonconsensual?

Heath stared at him trying to determine if the vampire was trying to help or had insulted him. “You can go ahead and apply the werewolf interpretation of consent all you’d like when you f-k a werewolf woman, but if you’re f-king a non-werewolf, you respect that person’s definition of what is consent, and what is not.” Aislen shifted and almost spilled her wine, sucking it off her knuckles absentmindedly, her attention on her argument, and it was an argument, he admitted to himself, she was fired up about it.

I heard her and I shrugged. "You're not far from the truth. Everything done there is consensual. And it's for members only. Requires a registration online, subscribing and getting an exclusive password. No one there is held against their will." I noticed the movement of her throat. "That's.... daring" "And financially rewarding." I added.​

"So, Raina do you know incidents in sexual intimacy that can be considered rape or sexual assault" Tara asks and I frown at her. "Of course," I say with a shrug. What is with this weird question? "So, you must know being under the influence of alcohol means no clear indication right? A one must verbally say yes," she says and I drop my spoon on the causing it to clank. "What are you trying to say, Tara, just say it clearly," I say, annoyingly. "What happened to you that night was not consensual, you were --" I glared at her. "Don't you dare to complete the sentence, Tara? Don't you dare?

But I was too embarrassed to bring these thoughts up to our school counselor, so I decided to go online and ask questions. I soon discovered I wasn't the only person who got turned on by the idea of nonconsensual sex. Apparently, millions of people around the world did, both men and women, alike. And the advice I got was I could stop beating myself up and fantasize as much as I like. The important thing I needed to remember was not to act on those thoughts in real life. Which I didn't think would be a problem. I doubted I had the heart to actually rape a woman. I was too afraid of the repercussions, both legally and morally.

He frowns before speaking again. “Consent means to agree to something. It’s like saying yes. When it comes to mates and mating,” He pauses as his cheeks flame red, trying to explain so I will understand. “It means saying that you are saying it is okay and that you want someone to touch you in that way. If you don’t consent, it means you are saying no, and you do not want them to touch you.” He put special emphasis on the words want and do not want. I frowned as I thought about why anyone would want to be touched like that.

They all had the audacity to look pained and regretful. “That was truly an honest mixup. We thought you were a present Dax prepared. And before you assume the worst, we don’t rape women or touch them without their consent, it’s why it’s usually between us and a willing participant who already consented before hand that she’ll role play a scared, unwilling person.” He continued and my mind reeled a little as I listened to him, slowly understanding what he meant. “So that is a kind of kink? Like… consent-nonconsent?” I asked carefully and they all nodded at once in agreement.

She flipped open the document without waiting for my permission, pointing to a clause midway down. Clause 17: The Consort may not enter into romantic or sexual agreements with any other party during the duration of this agreement. Exclusivity is non-negotiable. I blinked. “Consort?” Clarisse adjusted her blazer. “A placeholder term. The Don prefers… discretion.” I was too stunned to speak.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

NADINE. “Fuck me, Xander,” I told him, my eyes boring deep into his. “No. This is not…” He shook his head. “It’s not rape if they don’t smell you on me or if there were no cum down my thighs..” “Nadine… No.” “I want you to. I’m giving you consent.” His eyes dilated as his jaw tightened. He was controlling himself. “Let us both out of the misery of missing each other,” I added.