Obscuro Novels & Stories

♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙 ♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙

Instead I follow her inside like I’m on a leash I can’t see. The studio smells like antiseptic, incense, and something darker—leather and skin. The walls are covered in flash art: devils and angels locked in embraces that leave nothing to the imagination. Lucia locks the door behind us and flips the sign to CLOSED. “Sit,” she says, nodding toward a plush leather chair in the corner. “You look like you’re about to bolt.” I perch on the edge, knees pressed together, skirt smoothed over them. She disappears into the back and returns with two mugs. The coffee is strong and sweet. She settles on the rolling stool opposite me, legs spread in a way that makes my throat dry.

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Her eyes blazing with a fierce, desperate light, “Don’t let him in your head! Fight, pendejo! Fight!” Esteban tuts, circling her like a predator toying with its prey. His shadow doesn’t match his physical form—it writhes on the wall, a monstrous thing, elongated and distorted. Antennaed and multi-legged, pinning Dru’s wrists with grotesque, shadowy limbs. A butterfly lands on his impeccably tailored shoulder, its skull wings flexing with a disturbing elegance. “Pretty little bruja. She’ll burn brighter than your mamá.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

✅Disclaimer➡️ This story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, taboo affairs and dark themes, abuse, self-harm, mentions of abuse, and other triggers not suitable for the young audience. Read at your own risk or pleasure. All of this is a work of fiction so any actual resemblance to person, place, thing, or scheme is merely coincidental. Do not romanticize. All that said and done, let's get right into you. ******** 215 YEARS BACK. Seth Osiris stood facing Masika, the brightness of the sun glaring in the sky casting a warm glow on his delicate but hard granite features.

She noted the distance. Three blocks. She turned another page. The gap between the last published paper and the bookstore job. Two years. During which the lab was registered and maintained and apparently active given the lease payments and the utility bills David had managed to surface. She turned another page. The paper titles. She read them in order. The first two were standard academic work. Dense and technical and exactly what you'd expect from a postgraduate researcher in olfactory neuroscience. The third one she read twice. "Engineered Olfactory Compounds and Their Application in Targeted Neurological Fixation: A Study in Psychographic Profiling.

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."