Non Consensual Stories Novels & Stories

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

And the small, wicked line at the bottom that made my breath catch: “Voluntary blood donation frequently evolves into deeper, more intimate connections. All acts remain fully consensual. Limits are sacred.” My fingers trembled as I filled out the application. I was brutally honest. Age: 26. Health: excellent. Fantasies: being bitten on the neck during intense pleasure. Limits: none that mattered when it came to fangs and cold hands. I described in vivid, embarrassing detail how I had touched myself countless nights imagining strong immortal fingers holding me down while a vampire fed slowly, sensually, making me beg for more even as my vision blurred from blood loss and ecstasy. I hit submit

All while he was being put in different positions by Toussaint, he’d ignored this and shoved it to the back of his mind to focus on the sinful desire. He’d broken Athena’s third rule of professionalism. And now he was attached. And it was everything he feared. Jace gulped, carefully giving his choices a thought as realization hit him. “I’d love to, Toussaint,” he whispered, carefully choosing his words. “But I still work with the hotel. It’s not something I’m willing to throw away.” Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again.

“But you are familiar with BDSM?” “The hateful kind,” she whispered. That dude was in for a rude awakening the next time I saw him. “CNC. Not something we practise here.” “What’s that, Alpha?” I glanced at her and saw that her query was sincere. She genuinely didn’t know. “It stands for consensual non-consent. When you agree that you will have no control over a scene and your safe words will be disregarded. Some females enjoy that kind of thing but I don’t tolerate it here, even though I trust the in-house Doms not to go too far.”

These are people, they're just not human people. All characters are 18+ years old. For species with different aging, all characters are adults by their species standards and human equivalent age. Consent matters in these stories. Even when dynamics involve dominance, thrall, or supernatural influence, consent is established. Pheromones and magic might remove inhibitions, but desire is mutual. If any of this isn't for you, that's completely valid. But if you've been waiting for paranormal erotica that actually delivers on the monster part, welcome home.

The air in the bedroom was thick with a heavy, electric tension that had been building for weeks. Lilian was draped across me, her scent a mix of vanilla and raw desire filling my senses. We had been discussing the arrangement with our neighbors, Evans and Sarah, for hours. The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire.

“I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.” “You don't have a different d!ck size. I want a different d!ck size every time.” All that he was saying, wasn't any of my concern. Mother would never find out about my s*x life. I promise that. “Ella, think about this again. She'll eventually find out and that wouldn't be good. Give us a chance and leave this lifestyle alone. Even in class, you can ask me to follow you and zip down, I’ll do it..” he said and for some moment, my heart melted.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

He shrugged, then started touching himself again, slow and deliberate, eyes on me. I gave in. Slid my shorts down and sat back, legs parted. We watched each other openly now. No hiding. His strokes matched my fingers. The conversation happened without words. When I tilted my head back and moaned softly, his jaw clenched. When he licked his lips, I slipped a finger inside myself. It went on like that until we both came, hard and silent, eyes locked. Afterward he didn’t close his blinds right away. He just stood there, breathing heavily, watching me catch my breath. Then he disappeared into another room. I finally shut my curtains, legs shaky, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As