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Don't do it. Her scream is broken and hoarse when she orgasms, her feet flopping around on my shoulders, pushing at them, her tight body shaking like a fucking leaf. Goddamn, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Don't even get me started on the state of her pussy. I can see it clenching, feel it on my lips. It's like a pink rose covered in dew when she finishes whining my name, her body lying boneless on the table.

Other rivals, the pull of the human world, the mysteries of my own changing body as the mate bond deepened. For now, though, under the eternal howl of the moon, I had found home in their arms. The photographer had become the subject of the greatest story— one of fated love, pack passion, and a wild heart finally set free. Our collection of nights had only just begun, promising endless chapters of desire, protection, and the sweet surrender to the beast within us all.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

He breathed. "I take it you haven't done this with a man, have you?" I rose from the bed. With my eyes locked with his, I removed the clothes I was wearing. My cock sprang free when the restraints on it were taken away. "You have a beautiful body." The werewolf king's eyes took me in. The heat in them made me feel like a choice piece of meat he was about to devour. "And it's all yours, my king. My body is yours." I threw my clothes to the floor and climbed on him, aligning his shaft with my hole.

"Or I can collect it for you and send it wherever you end up, you don't need to stay here for paperwork." She made it sound so simple, so easy, like I could just walk away from everything and start over somewhere new. "I don't know," I said. "You don't have to decide right now," Claudia stood and gathered her purse. "Just think about it okay? Think about what staying here is doing to you, how you're barely functioning, how every day is just more pain." She kissed my forehead and headed for the door, paused with her hand on the knob. "Paris would be good for you," she said. "Fresh start, beautiful city, far enough away that you could actually heal instead of staying trapped in this nightmare.

I’ve forgotten about that thing. She drops the envelope on the table, without a word, and keeps searching until, at last, she finds what she’s looking for. She sticks the back of the pen in her mouth and picks up the magazine again. “Let’s see how our guys compare …” Mel’s tone has the same anticipation as someone unwrapping gossip for breakfast. She reads the first option like she’s announcing an Oscar nomination. “Number one: Amazing sex starts with a storybook stare. The kind that makes you a little bit apprehensive.”

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.

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

“More than I asked for. I wanted to be used until I couldn’t think. Until nothing else existed. You did that.” Someone else spoke from behind me—rougher voice, Eastern European accent. “You cried a lot at the end. Looked like you were drowning. We almost stopped.” “I wasn’t drowning,” I rasped. “I was… feeling everything. Too much. All at once. It was terrifying. And perfect.” I laughed once—short, broken. “I hate that it was perfect.” Quiet laughter answered from several directions. The bearded man helped me sit back on my heels. “You took every cock in this room twice. Some of us three times. You squirted more than any girl we’ve had. You begged for it even when you were sobbing. That’s no

She smiles. I smile, my heart soaring with joy. “Aren't you a greedy girlfriend?” “Let's see if you are a boyfriend that can rise up to challenges.” My dick swells in her and my smile gets wider as she gasps. I kiss her as I thrust hard into her, pleased that my forbidden fantasy has finally become a reality. Her loud screams as she shatters over the edge are just the perfect music I need to celebrate the achievement. I turn her over and ram into her from behind, eager to give her more than the five orgasms she asked for.