Non Consent Erotica Novels & Stories

Contains sexual scenes and usage of profanity. Yours, E.C.

“Maybe you have given up on me, but, I won't do it with me or with what we are going to achieve, because I have confidence that I can be better. You have been so by ceasing to be cruel to me and I will be so by showing you that I deserve your kindness. >> That's why, although I feel that my pants will explode, I will not touch you and not because I don't want to, if not, because I must keep my promises and not touch you without your conscious desire, it's one of the most important. “I´m conscious, so, you have my permission.” says she is caressing my leg with her free hand. “I don't have it, because a permission slip when you're in heat isn't given to me by your mind, it's given to me by you

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

“Don’t move.” Elena obeyed instantly. Her palms slapping against the polished oak desk. Her voice was shaky and her nipples were hard. Good girl. I stepped between her spread thighs, towering over her slowly. I unzipped my trousers and let my cock spring free and heavy. It was already leaking with precum. Her eyes darkened with lust behind those nerdy glasses.

I can't. I grip the bedspread with both hands, my knuckles white. I feel his warm, heavy breath against the back of my neck as he leans into me. He presses the hard length of his erection against my backside, his face hovering just inches from my ear. His lips brush against my skin. "Are you sure you do not want to give me consent?" he asks. I grit my teeth together, my eyes squeezing shut. "Please... stop," I breathe. My voice is small and broken. "You... you should understand me. This is not right!"

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

I blurted and almost stormed there but Alex held my hand. “You can't do that.” “Why not?” I asked him. “Look at her, Alex. She's all bruised and he's trying to force himself on her.” “Yes, but that's okay.” “Are you crazy???” “Look, she'll act not interested and he fucks her anyway. It’s called consensual non-consent.” Oh. “So that's a thing here?” “They're big on it here:” I was getting really uncomfortable watching her groan, moan but not trying to stop him. It's strangely hot, almost primal too.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit erotic content, including BDSM elements (bondage, gagging, blindfolding), rough sex, oral sex, facials, and power imbalance dynamics. While consent is present, it explores themes of submission and vulnerability. Have fun lovliessss. CHAPTER ONE “What is it, Ronan? C’mon, you can tell me.”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.