Novel & Cerita S&m Erotica Stories

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

“This tight little pussy belongs to me until Sunday night.” He flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips and slamming back inside her from behind. The new angle let him go even deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the luxurious suite. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other squeezed her swinging breast. Samira came hard, crying out as her walls clenched rhythmically around his cock. Mikhail didn’t stop , he fucked her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he let himself go. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of cum.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

I cried, the pleasure building fast, coiling tighter with every smack and every squeeze. Liam smacked my ass again, harder this time, slamming in and out of my ass with no mercy. He reached around to rub my clit. My body was on fire now. “Yes! Just like that, rub my clit harder, Liam! Jake, smack my tits please!” Jake smacked my breast lightly, then harder, the pain mixing with the pleasure. “Like that, you naughty girl?” he asked, “You want it rough, don’t you?” “Rougher!” I screamed, my hips trying to buck despite the cuffs. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

Her walls milked his cock, drawing out every pulse. She stayed on him for a moment, letting him feel her warmth. His cock twitched inside her as the last drops leaked out. Her pussy felt slick and full. Siren lifted herself slowly. His cum dripped from her pussy down her thigh in warm trails. She smiled at the crowd through the glass, proud of the show.

SMACK. The sound of skin slapping echoes off the walls, sharp and hot and relentless. The scent of sex fills the kitchen, thick and salty, raw with sweat and arousal. He leans over her, voice a whisper in her ear. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you? Just like last night. Screaming. Begging.” Her reply is nothing but breathless gasps, her body tightening with every savage slam of his hips. He reaches around to her clit, circling it with practiced fingers, and she nearly collapses, knees buckling as the pleasure mounts higher, faster.