Orc Erotica Novels & Stories

she choked out, her face buried in the furs. He didn't answer. He reached for a small vial of oil on the nightstand, his movements cold and clinical. He slicked his fingers, preparing the tighter, darker heat of her backside. Elora’s body jolted at the touch, a shock of surprise racing through her. This was not the duty of the womb. This was something forbidden, something meant only for the pleasure of the conqueror. And yet, as he pressed the massive head of his sex against that narrow opening, she didn't fight him. She arched her back, her tailbone rising, her body offering a silent, trembling consent to the invasion.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

My hips lifted to meet it. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine it was him...his weight, his breath against my neck, the way he used to hold me open. The fantasy mixed with the real stretch and pressure until my breathing turned uneven. I fucked myself harder, the base of the toy grinding against my clit on every inward stroke. Pleasure coiled tighter. My toes curled against the sheets. A low moan slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t slow down. I kept going, chasing the edge, the red light painting everything in the room the same heated color while the music hummed low in the background.

Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body. “I’m coming!” Jace screamed as he felt the familiarly strong wave of orgasm hit him. “Fuckk I’m gonna cum!” Toussaint picked the pace once again, his grip tightening on Jace’s shoulder as he pounded into him harder than ever. “Cum for me baby!” Toussaint grunted. An unfamiliar wave of shock and euphoria claimed Jace, stars exploding behind his eyes as he convulsed slightly under Toussaint. A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his ba

I screamed as the first orgasm hit me. The tongue continued to twirl over my clitoris, making me cum over and over. Anna stared intently and smiled as my face contorted with each orgasm. I felt pleasure pulse through my body like waves crashing against the beach—powerful, strong, and unstoppable. I gasped for more and more air. Slowly the waves slowed as I caught my breath. I felt the purple dildo slowly and gently enter me. Anna was above me, grinding the strap-on into me. Each thrust made me moan. I loved the rocking motion and the slurping sound as the strap-on went in and out of me. Anna was above me; our breasts met and clung together in the heat and sweat. She kissed me hard as she pic

He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge. “You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones. “Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more. “I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”

He'd made her orgasm like a fucking ocean and she'd fallen asleep from the intensity and the strain of the party and using her powers. She'd woken up to the chill of the night, and when she realized that he wasn't in bed beside her, she'd gone looking for him only to meet such an erotic scene. Odessa walked into the room and closed the door gently behind her, she twisted the knob making sure it was locked and walked towards her beautifully erotic mate. His dick was hard, his hands were rubbing furiously, he was leaking precum badly, his eyes were tightly shut and his veins appeared to be popping out of his head.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

"I've never... ever considered confessing to anyone, about my recent fascination for erotica... but it... I mean, this... this, whatever it is that is happening now... I'm beginning to see... or... oh, my god... I don't know what the hell I'm saying….. I don't know what I am even thinking... my mind's so fucked up now... Ohmigod, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have said that... "Hey, Doris... you need to relax, calm down." Rood's voice was a soothing salve. "It's okay, I swear all the time too... I wrote a lot, I love reading them as well. You don't have to feel embarrassed or ashamed of what you like to do. It's your life, dear Doris, take charge and get what you want done." "And

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.