Noncon Erotica Novels & Stories

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

’ He watched me get fucked by a stranger this evening, yet that question had my face heating up. ‘I don’t know..’ When we had this conversation last time and he told me his sexual interests and fantasies… it didn’t end well. ‘Just well tell me one…’ I quickly searched my brain, trying to think of one… and then I remembered. A deep, dark one that I kept buried in my brain, not wanting to admit it. ‘Well… I just wanna say before I tell you, I want to make it clear I’m not into rape or anything but... Consensual non-consent… it's kinda hot’. I heard him chuckle. ‘What?’ I worried for a second.

Forbidden Fantasies

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

I could see my own flushed face and hard nipples in the reflection. He didn’t bother taking his jeans all the way off. He just yanked them down enough to free his cock. It sprang out — thicker than Jake’s, longer, the head angry and purple, already leaking precum. He kicked my legs wider apart. One hand gripped my hip hard. The other lined his cock up with my dripping entrance. “No condom,” he said, voice tight. “I want to feel you raw.” Before I could even nod, he slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

The women made disappointed noises,awws and ahhs , packed up their stuff and some left immediately some tried to talk to Eric,he replied them ,quickly,and went into the locker room,he came out. Eric:Dreya,could wait for me,I want to see you,before you go,the rest of you see you next week. They all left in a few minutes,I locked the door and went into the locker room to look for Eric. As soon as I entered ,I felt a pull on my hair and then a gentle push,to get on my knees,Eric stood naked infront of me ,his dick hanging hard and black,infront of my face,he tapped it on my cheek,then my nose,then trailed it to my lips,tapping it there.

I should hate this; I am not the kind of woman who has sex with someone as horrible and uncaring as him, and publicly no less, but instead, the fear of the door creaking open and his shaft relentlessly churning my insides while his motions sway my breasts deliciously turns to a kind of thrill that summons my orgasm. A few moments later, Matteo’s body stills against mine. His grunt reverberates through my bones, and pressure increases in my lower abdomen. The silence mixed with our heavy breathing from the groundbreaking climax carries a cold sanity that I wish I could drown. "Fuck." He curses, this time in a lower and more tired tone. "I didn't use a condom." I almost say, 'It's fine; I can'