Romans & histoires Ruthless Sex

[FLASHBACK] BELLA/VESPERA The room smells of raw sex. We are a filthy, desperate mess on the massive bed. Rhain has me pinned beneath him, one of my legs hooked high over his shoulder as he makes love to me with deep, brutal strokes. His thick length stretches me open with every savage thrust, dragging against that perfect spot inside me that makes my vision blur. "Rhain—!" I scream, my voice cracking as another orgasm barrels through me without mercy.

He fucked her with savage, short strokes, one hand slapping Eira’s ass and rubbing her swollen clit at the same time. Both women moaned and cried out together, their voices echoing off the standing stones — guilt, shame, forbidden lust, and overwhelming carnal pleasure twisting into something dark and addictive. The wind howled through the circle as Rhys railed Gwyneth even harder, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her. He pulled out and forced their faces together. “Kiss each other like the desperate triad whores you are.”

I set a rhythm—hard, fast, punishing, the kind you’d use if you wanted to fuck someone right out of your memory. Her nails raked my back, dragging deep, angry lines down my spine. Every time I bottomed out, she whimpered. Every time I pulled back, she clawed at my ass to force me deeper. We were both animals, pretending to be people, using sex as a way to wage war on each other’s hearts. “Are you thinking about sex?” Selina spat the words between gritted teeth, voice thick with venom and lust. I grabbed her jaw, holding her steady so I could stare right into her furious, glassy eyes. “Only thinking about making you wetter than this.”

Ruthless. Her tongue lapped long stripes up my slit, then flicked my clit with cruel accuracy. I grabbed her horns to stay upright, hips rocking shamelessly against her face. She growled approval — the vibration sent sparks through my whole body. Fingers pumped deeper, faster, curling against that spot inside that made white bloom behind my eyes. I came hard — shattering, sobbing a name I gave her in the moment: Lilith (because it felt like blasphemy and worship at once). My knees gave out. She caught me, rose, spun me, bent me over the communion rail.

One after another, again and again, in her dream, Ruth was a different person, with a different man, in a different place, coming like crazy each time, until at last she woke, trembling from the exertion of a sexual marathon. Ruth was drenched with sweat, all wet down below, feeling as if she couldn't stand coming one more time. What's happening? I'm a virgin. I've never gone all the way in my life. How can I dream such things? How can I know what it feels like? She fell back on her pillow and tried to reason it out. It seemed so real. She had been "touching herself" ever since junior high school. She had experienced an orgasm, but never so many, never such intense orgasms, not like these, w

he replied so she looked at him. He was just kneeling while stroking his own manhood. Lush looked at his own shaft and pressed the tip of it against her cl*t. “Shit,” he said cheaply and then her cheeks turned red. He stroked himself faster as his manhood pressed against her. After a while he closed his eyes and moaned. Ruth could feel his semen on her cunt. Her lips parted and she bit her lip, as he rubbed it all over her womanhood. She never knew that kind of thing existed. He knows a lot of obscenity, obscenity that she also likes.

The water moves as my hips do and it mimics the messy noise of sex. Something I haven't had the privilege of indulging in and will take me some time before I decide to do so. I imagine that even if I were to find another late-night suitor, even if my wrists were bound by a different flame, they would never come close to the kind of debauchery that Alex offered. With him, sex was everything loud, vulgar, animalistic, with a pungent hint of sentiment. Everything heaven and twice as much delectable hell. As the visions flood, the intensity that meets every needy part of me builds and I am only seconds away

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV The next morning hits me like a literal truck as sunlight shines through the windshield, piercing my eyes so that I jolt awake.

Mr Travis said turning to Eve. Eve has been looking at them since they started talking, she hasn't even make a small movement. She just sat there listening to what her uncle was saying to the man. "Well, she's a pretty one. Why not sell her as a slave instead." The man said, standing up to move closer to Eve. "If you dare touch me, I will make sure you don't leave here with your complete fingers." Eve said scornfully, noticing the man was coming towards her. "I see, she's a strong one." The man said, feeling scared a little, he went back to his seat to sit down after hearing what Eve said.

Anaaya gazed at Zaviyaar with surprise face after feeling her dupatta around herself. "You are right. I'm very ruthless. This world made me like that. And for the one, who you are fighting against me, is a black wolf hiding behind white sheet. He is the man who doesn't know ruined the lives of so many people. If I get an opportunity, I will give him more painful death than before." He was staring into the eyes of Anaaya while his hand travelled slightly down to her neck. Feeling the touch of his fingers on her neck, she badly jerked his hand.