Novel & Cerita Sinful Fantasies

I begged, my voice all breathy and broken. My back arched off the table, pushing my tits into his rough palm as he pinched and tugged, mixing pain with that filthy pleasure that had my pussy gushing around his fingers. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven’t you, Sophia? Sitting in my lectures with your cunt dripping down your thighs like a needy little cumslut.” His fingers sped up, fucking into me with wet, obscene noises, curling perfectly against my G-spot until my thighs shook and my toes curled tight.

I could see the outline of his face clearly. “Bless me Father for I have sinned,” I whispered. My voice sounded different. Breathier. “How long has it been since your last confession?” “Four days.” “Tell me your sins Anna.” I took a deep breath. My hands shook a little as I pressed them together. “I have had impure thoughts Father. Many of them. Every night.” He stayed quiet for a moment. “What kind of thoughts?” I closed my eyes. “Thoughts about a man. A man I should not want. I imagine his hands on me. His mouth. I touch myself thinking about him. I cannot stop.”

“I need this.” Nothing at first,there was only silence. My hand slipped between my legs while I waited. My fingers found my clit and I rubbed slow circles around it“Fuck… I’m such a slut for this,” I thought. My mind raced with every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. A thick cock sliding through that hole, no face, no name, just hard and ready to use me. Then I heard it. Footsteps on the other side. There was a sound of a zipper. And then it pushed through.

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

Alex’s cum was still leaking slowly from Lila’s well-fucked pussy onto the soft cushion beneath them. The air was peaceful, the distant sound of waves mixing with their slowing breaths. Lila lifted her head, looking at her husband with shy but excited eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her last orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice husky. “The other fantasy I told you about… two guys. You and another man. Both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel completely full. Stretched. Used. Owned.”

“I’m not— This is a stress response. You’re a squatter. I’m calling the cops.” Riven’s laugh was soft and not kind. “They won’t see me. No one ever does unless I allow it. And you, Cole Hayes, have been allowing it in your sleep for five nights.” He stopped an arm’s length away. The heat coming off his body felt wrong and magnetic at the same time. “I’m an incubus. I feed on desire. Yours is the strongest this place has tasted in decades. The dreams were the only way I could reach you without consent. Now that you’re looking at me with your waking eyes, the rules change.”

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

Her defiance, her softness, the way she trembled under his gaze… it was all burned into his mind. The scene with her moments ago replayed in his head, the memory of her eyes wide with fear and confusion, her lips parting as she struggled to form words. He smirked to himself, allowing the thought of her to linger. He let his mind drift, imagining her back in the room, her hands on him, her mouth, her skin pressed against his. The intensity of his desire grew, a dark, thrilling urge he couldn’t shake and his hands skimmed lower, reaching for his cock that throbbed within the fabrics confinement.

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already soaked cunt. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my clit. Causing me to shudder from fear?...... Arousal?...wanting more?. I needed therapy; it made me realise how sick I really had been. I was a freak; I agreed; I knew I was sexualy fantasizing, always about depraved, immoral, and ugly things one could barely imagine from a young age. But now, being in this situation turned me the fuck on,