Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

, he questioned. "I am The Pink Devil. Before you ask, which I know you always do, let me explain who I am to you. I am the glamorous dark queen from hell that punishes worthless men. I named myself The Pink Devil because one of the negative stereotypes for women is that they love the color pink. People consider the color pink as sweet, weak, gay, and useless. I hate how people use the color pink to dehumanize women as weak and useless beings. So I became The Pink Devil to show that women can be mean and have dominance. Plus The Devil could break all the rules and live how it pleases. Also I did not dress up sexy to please you, I did it to make myself look and feel good.", she explained. "Wh

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

Her lashes lifted, slow, heavy, and then she blinked once. Corantin. The name itself felt dirty. It was an illegal substance that had been banned in this pack for years, outlawed for good reason. It was an interrogation tool meant to crack open the mind and leave it raw. Everyone had their limits to what they could tolerate before they broke. Corantin helped to accomplish that goal because of the amount of pain it caused. Someone had smuggled it into this pack, and then it was used on her. Each person involved would be held accountable. No way in fuck was I letting this go.

Since I had always been a sex addict, I made sure my sex toy was always in my bag just in case I needed it. As I stared at the pink dildo in my grip, I scanned the living room to make sure Phil wasn’t around. Once I was certain he was gone, I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled my trouser half way down and then I turned on the dildo and slipped it into my mouth, letting my saliva coat the toy. With a mischievous smile on my lips, I slowly pulled the dildo away from my mouth, my saliva trailing down from it. The cool wetness sent a teasing yet pleasurable sensation through me until the toy eventually reached my pussy.

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.

“Look at what a perfect little whore you’ve become on your wedding night.” I did look. My makeup was ruined, mascara streaked down my cheeks. My tits bounced with every thrust. Cum from earlier rounds still glistened on my skin. And between the three of them, I looked… Ruined,Alive. The pleasure built fast and vicious. I came hard around their cocks, moaning around Alaric’s shaft as my body shook. They didn’t stop. They kept rotating, switching holes with filthy ease, whispering the dirtiest things against my ear.

Corrupt men who use women as playthings. Rose had heard of a famous client who was called the pig because he always wore a pig mask and gave the women here hell. She had been lucky enough to see the violent marks on the body of a woman who had suffered all night with him... It was disgusting to see... Of course, Tina tried to prostitute Rose because her clients were ready to offer her a large sum to have her in their bed, but Rose refused. Even though Tina made her tempting offers, she always refused.

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.

“You can't. You already cut the flowers and torn the plastic wraps, you don't have any choice now but to give those to her. Just don't feel sad when you see her cringe at the sight of the box. It looks..” Carmina paused as she thinks of the right word. “Too much,” she chirped then cringed. "Wow. Thanks," Sebastian replied sarcastically. "I'm just stating the fact, Seb. Pink is not exclusive for girls and not all of us are fond of that color. I actually hate pink!" He didn't respond and just sighed again whilst shaking his head. It was definitely an epic fail. Why did he thought about pink anyway? He's certainly screwed! What if Carmina was right? She'll be disappointed and if that happens, h

Talk about top-tier professionalism from someone with no physical desires. I pout slightly, genuinely baffled as to why my advances keep getting shut down today. But the sting of rejection doesn't last long. A familiar, incredibly sweet DING! chimes from my Academy-issued smartwatch. A new notification. Instantly, my mood skyrockets. The dark, suffocating weight of my 8.936 Corruption Factor practically vanishes. What cures sorrow? What heals a broken heart? What suppresses eldritch madness? Getting filthy, outrageously rich.