Sapphic Erotica Novels & Stories

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

I could smell the vanilla and jasmine mixing with something warmer, something that came from our bodies starting to heat up together. Sophia’s hands traveled lower, sliding over the curve of my lower back and then boldly onto the top of my ass. She did not ask permission. She simply took more oil and let it drip right into the cleft between my cheeks. The hot liquid ran down, teasing my tight hole before continuing between my thighs. I shivered and let out a longer moan, unable to hold it back. “That’s it,” Sophia murmured. Her voice had dropped, husky now. “Let us hear you. No one else is listening.”

She gave me an annoyed glare but soon broke into moans as my fingers trailed below and took the first swipe of the wet liquid oozing from her pussy. "Baby, you're wet," I raised my wet fingers at her nose and her eyes rolled backwards with pleasure. I held her delicate legs apart and explored her slick pussy lips with my fingers. She thrashed against me and cried silently. I panted softly at her cries of pleasure. My dick was stiff and it felt like I was going to explode. I gritted my teeth, having never felt this before. I leaned down, replacing my fingers with my mouth. Sapphira trembled and tugged at my hair with her fingers.

Sage thought to himself. His eyes glistened dangerously. He gently caressed her legs and hurried through the place where the scent of lust radiated, how could she smell like a fresh flower in the summer and be so deliciously wet at the same time? Lost in his insanity, Sage stroked her clit softly, his touch becoming more firm as he stroked lower to her opening and then back up again to her clit, coating a bundle of nerves with the liquid from inside her. Sophie moaned. "You better not stop. I want more!"

She curled her fingers upward, stroking that rough patch inside that always made Daphne see stars, while her tongue worked relentless circles around the clit. Daphne's grip in Sapphire's hair turned painful. "Harder," she gasped. "Don't you dare go slow—" Sapphire obliged. She added a third finger, stretching Daphne wide, thrusting fast and deep while her mouth sucked and licked with brutal precision. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—Daphne's slick coating Sapphire's chin, dripping down her wrist. Daphne's legs started shaking violently. "I'm—fuck—I'm gonna—" Sapphire pulled back just enough to speak against her soaked folds.

The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging into my dripping pussy filled the den. I came hard on his hand within minutes, shaking and sobbing into his palm, my juices soaking his fingers and dripping onto the couch. Marcus licked his lips. “My turn next.” Victor pulled his fingers out and pushed them into my mouth. “Suck. Taste how much you want this.” I did, shame and filthy pleasure twisting together as I sucked my own arousal off his fingers. I was still trembling on Victor’s lap, panties ruined, mind spinning, when I realized the terrifying truth: