Sick Fic Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Sophia’s POV “The sound of a deep voice like yours sometimes. The way fabric rubs right against my clit when I walk. Even the smell of clean male skin or aftershave. It’s humiliating. I feel like such a fucking freak.” “My last doctor just gave me antidepressants and said it was all in my head, just anxiety. But it’s not anxiety. It’s like my pussy has a mind of its own and it wants cock twenty-four seven.” “I wake up soaked and aching every morning, I go to bed soaked and aching every night, and in between I’m fighting the urge to grind against anything I can find just to get a little relief.”

I'm grateful when Master unclips the springs from my collar but I realise that means I have to take his dick and his is thicker than the dildo he used. "Disgusting slave, you're a mess," he says with a sadistic smile, his hand gripping my hair as he walks to the couch and drags me with him as I try to crawl and keep up. He sits down with his legs spread and pulls me between them. His dick is stood proudly and glistening with the wetness from my hole.

' Sesh cuts in, her eyes sparkling with envy and something much more disturbing, like darkness and despair. At that moment, Tammy realized she lost her friend. The person in front of her is not Sesh she knows so well. On the contrary, this maniacal girl with curly locks is nothing more than a victim of a dreadful disease. Thank you, Sesh, darling.' Luther intervenes, shifting his blind stare to her and caressing her cheek. Sesh welcomes his touch completely bewitched by his sickly authority. Watching the two of them so close together makes Tammy sick to her stomach and she can't help it but frown repulsed.

FUCK ME, STEP-DADDY 3 Lila woke to the sensation of warm sunlight streaming across her bare skin and the heavy, possessive weight of Marcus’s arm draped over her waist. She was still in his bed, sheets tangled around their legs, the faint scent of sex and his cologne clinging to everything. Her body ached in the best way, her thighs tender, her pussy swollen and sensitive, the lingering fullness of his cum from the night before still deep inside her.

Fitcher closed the door, I ended up leaning against a shelf and releasing the air that until then I didn’t know I was holding, I could hear a low laugh coming from Nick at my back. "Besides a sick mind.” he began with mockery in his voice "you're a sane killer, Sanders. Making your own mother sick to cover up for your girl… How low… And do me a favor, okay? Find out a bit about what stops diarrhea before prescribing.” Giving him the middle finger in response, I headed over to the counter to take care of some sales. At least I still had my job.

It felt so good. "You're lucky she's by your side. I bet you're screwing that ass all night and sucking down on her pussy, " He chuckled, lowering his head. Not wanting his words to get to me, I said, wiping Anna out of my head, "You're a sick man. That's why you got infected by the drugs and can't take your mind off sex." "It's the price I get for exploring those sweet honey pots," He laughed, acting like a psychopath.

Or I'd claim your body and let our mate mark us before we fade. I knew the legends. If a wolf rejects their Fated Mate, or is kept apart from them during the first Full Moon, they suffer "Mate Sickness." If it goes on too long, the wolf spirit dies. "Just... go away," I moaned into my sweat-soaked pillow, tossing and turning for hours. I must be dreaming. Because suddenly, the suffocating heat in the room shifted. A cool, dark presence washed over me. The mattress dipped. "Sia..."

Only it was in my head. Blue fades to blonde and Euphoria shatters into ice shards of Sokin’s eyes driving that stab harder, deeper than it’s ever been. ‘Who the fuck are these people….?’ Sokin. My subconscious asked. The accusation. Suspicion. Malice of me holding his woman like she’s mine. I’m the sickest piece of shit on the face of the fucking Isle! 40: Ayame - Lies of Omission

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

I growled. "Do NOT growl at me, Stazie, I will punish you." He barked in full rage, but as fast as his rage started, it had ended. With shaking hands I opened the folder. Shock filled my being as I read the first line. It was a sex contract filled with all kinds of perversions and clauses. My mouth was open and closing like a fish trying to breath out of water. Was this man forreal right now. This better just be some sick joke. "Are you fucking with me right now?" I asked in complete disbelief. He shook his head with a hint of amusement. I'm glad my anger was amusing to him.