Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

This was a sacrifice, a necessary evil, a lie I had to live to get my vengeance. Ethan groaned as he thrust faster, his hips were like a powerful, frantic motion. The sounds of skin colliding was making it sound so pleasurable as I moaned, biting his shirt. The sound was not of a woman in love, but of a beast in a cage. He moaned so loud as he dug his fingers in my ass as he thrust so fast. The pain, the pleasure, the hatred, it was all a frantic, beautiful, and terrifying mix.

The appearance of the "Seraphina-Skin" was the ultimate "Mod" of the human heart. Silas stood paralyzed, his gold-veined wolf form withdrawing into a state of terminal vulnerability. He looked at the woman who had faked her death thirty years ago and then sacrificed her solar-resonance for him, only to see her now as a "Premium Restoration." She was beautiful, her skin a flawless ivory shot through with veins of mercury-silver, but she had no scent. She was a "Hollow Asset," a high-definition lie designed to bridge the gap between Silas’s grief and the Collector’s market.

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

Even the god Anuxis and the other Archons writhe in pain. With a collective scream, everyone clutches their heads, their faces contorted in expressions of unbearable agony. They are the Skinning of the mind, abominable creatures with the power to invade and control the minds of their victims. They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld.

Underneath the black satin, my skin was a map of secrets. I could feel them even without looking—the faint lines on my thighs where I had pressed my own fingernails in too deep during the lonely nights. The bruises and burns on my skin from the electric shocks. The small, round pale spots on the small of my back and the back of my arms where the doctor’s lightning had burned the life out of my skin. I felt a sudden urge to hide, to curl up and pull the blankets over my head so he wouldn't see the wreckage.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

They were perfect for him to wear to his shop, showing off just the right amount of skin to tease and tempt his patrons. There was a reason that Sin was known as the demon of lust. He fed into it and off of it, sex seemed to ooze from his skin. The shower turned off and I laid his clothing on the bed, moving to the dresser to grab a pair of boxers for myself and slipping them on. I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head as Sin came into the room. A fluffy towel tied around his slim hips. His wet hair was brushed back from his face, making him look younger than I knew him to be.

The contrast of their skin colors made it even more exciting. “Vivian, get on your knees and eat her juicy wet pussy” I commanded and she wasted no time. Camila quickly rolled up her short skirt, revealing a lacy red panties which Vivian quickly pulled down, her clean shaved chocolate pussy came into view. “Ohh.. Fuck” Camila moaned as Vivian warm mouth made contact with her clit. She grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and placed a leg on the office sofa to give her a better view of her wet pussy.

Kristen This place was sick. I was crying myself to death, I wanted to scratch each inch of my skin to get rid of their hands all over my body. Their laughs and moans were plastered in my memory. I was mentally shrieking as loud as I could so that I could silence their voices in my head loudly, but they were still there. They didn’t miss any part of my body to remain untouched; not even my vagina. I couldn’t feel anything other than humiliation and disgust, the thoughts were killing me and I couldn’t stop crying.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”