Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

“Fuck me harder! Use my pussy!” His shyness evaporated. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He pumped into her, each drive hitting a deep, aching spot inside her. Francine’s head fell back. She chanted filthy encouragement. “Yes! That’s it! Ram your virgin cock into my slut pussy! Make it yours!” He grunted, a primal sound. His pace became frantic, punishing. The slapping sounds of their joining mixed with the storm. Francine felt her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly. She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Damien chuckled darkly. “Prayer won’t save you from what your body wants.” His large hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up. “You’re soaked right now, aren’t you? That sweet virgin pussy is weeping for your boss.” The crude words should have horrified me but instead, it sent a fresh gush of wetness coating my thighs. I pressed my legs together, mortified and aroused beyond reason. He noticed. Of course he did. “Spread your legs, Bethel. Let Daddy see how wet you are for him.”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

"There’s nothing to apologize for, Eva. It would have been a marvelous way to go." I lay on his chest, noticing his dick was still hard. I reached up to his face and planted a kiss on his lips, tasting my juices. “I don’t want you to hold back. Do what you want with me.” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He protested. “Try me.” He smirked and then turned me to my side, lifting my leg and slipping into me from behind. He snaked his hand through my legs to hold me by the waist, stabilizing us as he began to pound into me with a raw, primal energy. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was deafening.

Priya ran her hands through her hair, over her shoulders, down her spine. “I want to taste you,” Priya said against her mouth. Dara shivered. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Yes.” Priya moved down her body, kissing her throat, her chest, taking her time at her breasts until Dara’s back arched. Kissed down her stomach. Her hip. Settled between her thighs. She put her mouth on her. Dara grabbed the headboard with both hands. Priya worked her slowly, learning what made her hips lift, what made that particular broken sound come out of her. She pushed three fingers inside her and felt her stretch and heard the sound she made and kept her tongue on her clit and drove her up steadily.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

Alex growled—my boyfriend—thrusting up into her, and I just stood there in the doorway, frozen solid, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, betrayal twisting in my gut like a knife, pain shooting through me as I watched them on my own bed, the sheets all tangled and sweaty from what they’d been doing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her ass bouncing as she rode him hard, like she was trying to milk every last drop out of him, her tits jiggling with every slam down. I’d never seen Tyla like this, all wild and slutty, her face flushed, mouth open in these loud, needy moans that echoed in my ears. He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them r

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.