Relatos Sin Tabues Novels & Stories

I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection, a perfect embodiment of how I felt- like shit. My eyes were red and swollen, the remnants of a night spent crying myself to sleep. I walked to the bathroom, needing a hot bath. I turned on the water, watching it fill the tub as my mind drifted, replaying the events of the last few hours. When the tub was half full, I climbed in, the warmth of the water a welcome relief to my aching body. My muscles relaxed, the tension easing from my shoulders, but my heart remained heavy. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, circling back to the same terrifying revelation: Luca was a part of the mafia, he was the Don, and now he left me

I stared at the screen for a long moment, then dialed Karla. She picked up on the second ring. “Yo. What’s popping, girl?” “Hey,” I said, voice low. “How are you?” “I’m good.” She exhaled loudly. “You were supposed to come see me today, right?” “Yeah… about that…” “Did something happen?” “Yes.” The word left my mouth before I could second-guess it. “I need to tell you something.” “What’s wrong?” I swallowed. “I fucked my stepdad.”

My legs felt weak as I sat. The woman in the middle opened a file. “Do you know why you’re here?” “No, ma’am.” She slid a paper toward me. “This is an anonymous report stating that during this trip, you engaged in unprofessional closeness with Mr. Clark Hawthorne that could destabilize business decisions.” My heart dropped. Anonymous…of course. I had a strong feeling it was Rachel. “It also states that you and Mr. Anderson were seen together late nights and behaving in ways that imply a personal relationship.”

he asked. “Some of us die in a fight with another God. Some are sentenced to death for committing serious taboos like: a relationship between a human and a God, having a child with a human, and having a romantic relationship towards the same gender,” I told him. “Our memories are erased so that when we get the chance to live again as a mortal, we will be able to live honestly.” Libulan was speechless. I didn’t expect that he knew so little about the gap between the Gods and the mortals. “Those Gods that commit a taboo… Do they get reincarnated?”

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

He stared down at Clara, still kneeling there — face flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the sweat-soaked habit. “Lift your habit, Sister. Now. Show your priest what that sinful pussy is hiding.” Clara obeyed instantly, her fingers trembling with excitement. She grabbed the hem of the black habit and slowly raised it to her waist, exposing her thick, shapely legs, her fair skin glistening with sweat. She wasn’t wearing panties — she never did anymore when she came to confess. Her shaved pussy appeared in all its obscene glory: the outer lips swollen and deep red, parted, shining with the abundance of honey dripping from her. Her clit was prominently swollen and har

Royalty indeed. “I am saying this now because I may be needed back home” Colter said quietly, the dread in his voice was obvious, “Yet as per the rules of our kind, I cannot because I had sexual relations with you. To consort with a human being is one of our greatest taboos. It has always been this way since the beginning of our species.” “It’s a like a fantasy novel come to life…” Vida whispered and Colter heard this, his eyes widened in fear and worry.

“Fill this taboo womb until it swells with my baby. You want your step-brother’s child, don’t you? Say it.” “Yes!” I cried, another orgasm ripping through me. “Yes, breed me…please fill me up!” He buried himself deep and came with a guttural roar. Pulse after thick pulse of hot cum flooded my pussy, so much it spurted out around his cock with every twitch. He stayed inside me, grinding slowly, pushing it as deep as possible. When he finally pulled out, he took his phone and recorded a short video of his cum leaking from my used hole. “For the Morenos,” he said, but his eyes told me he was keeping it for himself too.

Antônio groaned loudly, his penetration deep, muscles tensing, feeling every contraction of hers, every sigh, every cry. They continued, exploring every point, every curve, every reaction. The sex became intense, dirty, without limits, mixing pleasure, desire, and the danger of the forbidden. Antônio kissed, bit, provoked, and Dirly surrendered completely, losing herself in the ecstasy, the risk, the taboo that consumed them. When they finally fell exhausted, bodies glued together, breathing heavily, the heat still pulsing, the tension remained. The taboo was still there—the age difference, his role as tutor, the risk of being discovered—everything increased the intensity of their desire and

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.