Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

My internal walls are screaming, crushed between the two twins, while the Feral is forcing me to take every inch of him. I am a whore for the sensation. My brain has stopped trying to make sense of anything. I am just a map of nerves and heat. I am thinking about how unhinged this is, how I am being used by three men at once while a fourth watches, and how I want it to get even dirtier. I want to be ruined until I can't remember how to speak. "Harder," Prime commands. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder in the quiet pit. "Break her. Fill her up until she can't take another drop."

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

Morning light was beginning to filter through the windows, but none of us were ready to stop. My body ached in the most delicious way, every muscle sore, my pussy and ass throbbing from hours of being used and pleasured. Yet the fire between my legs refused to die down. Being sandwiched between my husband and this stunning woman had unlocked something primal in me. Marcus’s hand was still cupping my breast, his thumb lazily circling my nipple, while Jade’s fingers traced teasing patterns along my inner thigh.

I climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while guiding my cock to her soaked entrance with the other. “You’re going to take every inch,” I warned. “And you’re going to thank me for it.” I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Lila cried out, back arching as her tight pussy stretched around my thicker cock. Prison had changed more than just my body… I was bigger, meaner, and I fucked her like I hated her. Deep, punishing strokes that made the old bed creak violently. Her tits bounced with every impact. I leaned down and bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark, then sucked on it while pounding her.

My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling. The climax was a tidal wave building in my guts. Time to roll. I never finished on her bedspread. That was Rule One. I flipped onto my back, the bikini top still clenched in my fist around my cock. Two hard, frantic strokes, and here comes my beautiful orgasm... "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" The voice was a shriek of pure, unadulterated horror. It sliced through the room, through my arousal, straight into my primal brain.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

My fingers dug into her breasts, twisting her nipples until she cried out. “Good,” Ethan murmured, unzipping himself. “More of that.” “You watching closely?” I growled, then leaned down and bit Tara’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered beneath me, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy already glistening again. “She’s wet,” I said without looking at him. “You proud of yourself?” “Ecstatic,” he said, stroking himself lazily. “But I’m not done.” He stood and came closer. Too close. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.

"Damn it Primus, do your job!" "Her egg is cresting, but it can't progress." Cressida assesses. "Damn it Primus, do your job!" As I bend forward Primus covers me with his naked body, providing me with warmth and a greater sense of safety. Holding onto me, his lower body rocks forward and I feel a gentle probing on my anus as his smaller fork enters me from behind, his larger fork pressed between the two of us against my back. My body shudders, his lower fork releasing the relaxants that it does during our lovemaking, helping my entire body loosen as the pain transforms into pressure and then pleasure. My body releases and there is a shout of joy as Cressida reaches down beneath me.

!Content Warning! This chapter contains themes of sexual assault, non-consensual drugging, and past trauma. While the assault itself is not depicted on the page, the emotional and physical aftermath are explored in detail. This scene is intense, raw, and may be distressing for some readers. CLAUDE I JERKED—HARD. Hard enough that the skin of my wrists burned raw against the silver, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting him off me. Getting away.