Reality Taboo Novels & Stories

Karima hissed. “Most don’t know about it and the ones who do never talk about it,” Vish whispered, her voice barely audible. “Forced... activation. It wasn’t a cure. It was the darkest event in the Infernal realm’s medical history. We can’t say for sure what it was — there’s no solid evidence it ever happened. But in the healing field, it’s a forbidden topic. A taboo. So, never bring it up again, okay?” “Taboo?” I frowned, my chest tightening with a growing unease.

Nicholas viciously snarled before turning around and leaving. "This is complicated……" Lucien confusingly murmured. "This is a taboo and couldn't be gently handled," Mr. Peter cruelly uttered. "What makes it a taboo, huh?" Mr. Philip spitefully glared at him. Tears were flowing down my cheeks because I knew that I couldn't come out of this condition in peace or alive. "Have you ever heard of this….." Mr. Peter meanly uttered. "And that makes it a taboo to you," Joyce mumbled.

My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give out completely, while my fingers gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white. He gradually increased the pace. Every movement pushed me farther toward the edge, my body responding with uncontrollable tremors. I covered my mouth with one hand, desperately trying to muffle my cries so no one in the neighboring office would hear. Just when I felt myself reaching my limit, a sudden knock echoed through the room. Both of us froze instantly.

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.

The word was smooth, but there was an edge to it, like he was peeling back layers of a lie I hadn't even finished telling yet. "Really," I muttered, focusing intensely on a small scuff on my worn shoes. ** “See how calm he is with us, Selena?” Lena’s voice was a purr now, vibrating through my chest. “He’s treating us well. Hiding like this is basically treating him badly. Just let a little bit of our scent out... just a tiny bit.”** “Shut the fuck up, Lena!” I snapped at her mentally, shoving her toward the darkest corner of my mind. “Stay calm. If our scent gets out, I swear I won’t forgive you. Do you want to be hunted? Because that’s how this ends.”

"Oh, baby. How were you supposed to know? I don't like to talk about it much, but I knew eventually, it would have to come out." I pulled back a little bit so I could look him in the eye. "I get it. I really do. Some areas of this are really hard for me because it's so… so taboo and so…so… naughty that I feel like I'm a whore." "But you're not! You're not doing anything wrong,"

I smiled to myself and kept going. “I imagine him fucking me on the bed, on the floor, on the couch… even in the sacred place no one else is allowed to enter. I imagine him taking me late at night where he preaches to everyone.” “Make it simpler,” he said. “Tell him directly. He might be more open-minded than you think.” I laughed softly. “Aren’t these things supposed to be taboo? You always preach that they’re only for marriage.” “Sometimes… you have to take risks.”

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

(CARLTON’S POV) The devil lurks in the dark, waiting for a piece of me. I didn’t forget to lock the door. I forgot my virtues. Orgasms feel more honorable than morals, master's degrees, and money. It’s the only thing I can’t buy. Three months since Mom married him. Twelve weeks of this nightly ritual. Eighty-six days of hating myself. And it only gets worse. The same cycle of taboo. Kneeling on all fours as he pounds inside me. Pleasure in exchange for his relief.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.