Novel & Cerita Science Fiction Short Story Collections

There was also a long silver chain that looked cold even in the warmth of the room. “I swallowed hard.” As I felt my pulse behind my ribs, in my wrist, and in my throat. Pedro didn't look at the box but rather he looked at me. “Do you know what these are for?..... He asked me. I nooded, “BD’SM. I want this.” He stared at me for some seconds before he finally ordered and said “I want you to say your safe word” loud enough so we all know what it is. My lips parted immediately. “Red.”

I felt as if I was floating in the galaxy, untethered as they zoomed between the Milky Way. “Do you think we are alone out here?” I asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably not.” I stared at the rings of Saturn, my eyes focused on the colors. “Sometimes I wish I was up there. Maybe I wouldn’t be alone.” The unspoken, “with Nathan,” part was certainly implied. “You’re not alone. You’ve got me...and Remy...” he said. “But, Kai...I...” “Shh,” he scolded. “You can’t be sad while looking at the beauty of the universe. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take your mind off things.”

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

It was past seven already and I also needed to study before I sneak out and then come back to sleep, so I bade everyone goodnight and left for my room. When I got to my room, I brought out my books and began reading for the test we would be having tomorrow. I was fast and twenty pages were nothing to me. So I began reading vigorously and minutes later, I was done, dressed in a mini clothe that I always had in my bag, and sat down waiting for when the coast was clear.

My heart felt so heavy in my chest. I looked down at the messy desk in the corner. The red eviction notice was still sitting there, a bright, painful warning that I had only a few days left before I would be forced to pack up my life and leave my beloved sanctuary forever. But I couldn't even bring myself to care about losing the studio anymore. The studio was just a place. Losing Finn had felt like losing my entire soul.

I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Submissive surrenders all autonomy except safeword use. SAFEWORDS: * "YELLOW" = slow down, adjust, check in * "RED" = immediate stop, end scene * Safewords may be used at any time without penalty HARD LIMITS (activities that will NOT occur): * Permanent marking/scarring * Scat/watersports * Minors * Animals * Non-consent scenes with others SOFT LIMITS (activities that may be explored with caution): * Extreme pain * Degradation/humiliation * Multiple partners * Public exposure/play

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have requested it.” I blink hard, forcing back the fresh sting of tears. I’ve barely held myself together these last few weeks. I can’t fall apart now, not here. “I don’t want to talk about that. I just need my things, Paul. My clothes. My books.” “Yeah. Right.” He nods, a short, jerky motion. He sets the untouched glass down with a sharp click and picks up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the table instead. He shakes one out, puts it between his lips, and lights it with a practiced flick. The acrid smell of smoke immediately taints the sterile air. He inhales deeply as he shuffles through a stack of boxes, his back to me. Then he points with the hand hold