Romantic Incest Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That’s my girl.” Rafe didn’t speak. He just stepped forward and pulled my dress over my head carefully, like he was handling something precious. They didn’t rip it this time. They took their time, undressing me like they were performing a ritual. I stood naked between them, heart racing. Lucian moved behind me and pressed his mouth to my ear. “You want us?” “Yes,” I whispered. “Then tell us how.” My knees trembled. “I want one of you inside me. One in my mouth. And the other… touching me.”

“I’ll keep you swollen and leaking forever, little sister.” Our dark romance had reached its most complete form. The taboo that began in that stormy kitchen had given us a child, freedom, and an unbreakable bond. My body, changed, marked, milk-full and eager, belonged to my stepbrother completely. In this hidden cabin, with our son sleeping nearby, we would keep burning: filthy, loving, possessive, and endlessly breeding. The fire had created life, and it would never go out. ~~~~~~~~~

This story will also contain extremely detailed and graphic sexual content! I want to make this clear to save any negative comments regarding incest relationships, but also, this is a FORBIDDEN story in the FORBIDDEN LOVE COMPETITION. Please bear that in mind. Thank you, and enjoy.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

She asked me, and I looked down at my plate, not knowing how to break it out to her. I was indeed a writer and I have written three books in my College times and before I got married but it was based on the romantic story between different species and well, we can say that it was a lot controversial. Though I have millions of active readers reading it, I can't bring out my name like this. I am sure the alphas and Lunas won't appreciate it when they'll come to know that their infamous Luna Woods is the author behind those books that include interspecies romance and incest.

NEW STORY TITLE: ANVIL This story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. Author's Notes: Anvil is a walk down a path strictly forbidden by 'polite' society. Incest. Few taboos are more reviled, and those who succumb to the trap of its feverish desires, face being judged and damned by those who uncover their 'sin'. Shunning is the smallest consequence of being exposed. The story revolves around two damaged souls who suffered through the absence of love when it was needed most, then were betrayed in the most horrifying ways by those entrusted to nurture and cherish them.

"I wish I could accommodate your desires. I believe Scott wouldn't mind plugging your pretty blonde cunt either." "But you can't because I'm not a slave?" "I can't because it's incest, and in the long run, I think you'd both regret it. We live with a police officer. I'm not going to test her devotion to the law against her devotion to me. I don't want to risk either of you being arrested. Even if you weren't arrested, I'm sure the guilt would haunt you. I don't want you disappearing from our lives for another four or more years because you felt guilty you fucked him. Some loves are best left unrequited, and incest is probably one of them."

I wanted to ruin her mouth, her cunt, her ass, every hole, until there was no part of her left that had not been claimed by the men who were supposed to protect her. I wanted to come inside her. Not the toy. Not my hand. Her. I wanted to feel her walls clamp down on me, wanted to pump her so full of my cum that it leaked out of her for days, marking her as mine in the most primal, filthy way possible. I wanted to breed her. To fill her womb with my seed while she sobbed and begged and called me Daddy, knowing it was wrong, knowing it was incest, knowing we were all going to rot in hell for it.

"Don't fucking lie to me. I could smell it on both of you the second I walked in. And when I saw you in this room, with your swollen lips and that bruise on your neck—" I touch my neck instinctively. The mark is there. I can feel it. "Jake's always been the one you look at," Leo continues. "I saw it. I noticed. And I thought, she's waiting." "Leo, I'm married to your brother—" "I know." His hand slides up my thigh. Just an inch. "I've been married too. Two years. Dead bedroom for the last one. I know what it's like to be starving." "Then you understand why I—"

She had visions of herself crouching over her brother and stabbing herself, or of herself hunching over the couch and having that monster shoved into her sticky pussy from behind. However, I can't! she yelled in her head. Such ideas won't occur to me when my brother is around! What are we doing, Jesus? How did she allow things to reach this point? Before her incestuous thoughts drove her insane, she had to take action to diffuse the situation.