Sinful Sounds Novels & Stories

Human body's split across the middle releasing fountains of crimson or hot living flesh bursting wide open as though it had simply split from some unknown pressure. The sickening, sloppy sound of teeth on bone or...The screams of children.

I froze in a spot, and it took a minute before I heard it again. A strangled sob. A low moan. A whimper. Then clapping sounds. My ears picked up and my body became aware as my legs moved forward towards the direction of the sound. The more I walked, the clearer the sounds got. “Please… Please, arrrrhh,” it was a feminine voice alright, one that sounded tortured and pleasured like she was being broken apart in the most beautiful way. The sounds she was making were too wanton, like the forces wringing them out of her were beyond human comprehension.

The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shattered dreams. It echoes off the walls, a desperate plea for answers and solace that can never truly be granted. The sound resonates, vibrating through every fiber of my being as if trying to purge the pain that threatens to consume me.

Aesop shouted at one sexy and seductive female demon, “Sing your spectral song. The brass bell in this brat’s hand is very good and it can shock people’s hearts.” “Ah, ah, ah—!” The obedient sexy female demon started singing at once. ‘God d*mn it!’ Alex had never heard such an unpleasant sound. It was like two wire saws pulling on each other. It agitated the listeners and made them want to curse while stomping their feet. Not only the humans like the few of them felt so, those demons could not stand it either. Several big demons held their heads. “Listening to this sound gives me a headache! This must be the most unpleasant sound in the world.”

Soren could hear himself making sounds he'd never made before—high and broken and pathetic. Maddox grabbed Soren's hips and held them down. Pinned them to the bench so Soren couldn't move, couldn't squirm, could only lie there and take it. His tongue pushed in deeper, fucking into Soren with slow deliberate strokes. Wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the tile walls. Sloppy. Filthy. "Please," Soren heard himself say. "Please please please—" Maddox pulled back just long enough to say, "Please what?"

A moan. It’s low, guttural, a sound of profound pleasure that rips through the forced silence. It's not a sound of distress, not a sound of pain. It’s a betraying sound, a soft, involuntary utterance that seems to rise from the deepest, most hidden part of her. It’s a sound that betrays herself, betraying her hatred, betraying her forced submission, betraying everything she has fought so desperately to hold onto. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, a jolt of shock and something else—a dark, triumphant satisfaction—rippling through him. The sound hangs in the air, a devastating admission, a terrifying promise.

Instead, I just end up causing unnecessary pain in my wrists and pulling the cuffs tighter around my wrists. "Fuck," I groan, still trying to free myself from these horrible things . "Some get me out of these!" I scream as I angrily kick the side of the bed. Suddenly, a bunch of monitors behind me begin going off like crazy and the sound is so ear-piercing that I scream even louder just to try and lessen the sound of beeping. I shut my eyes tight, and next thing I know, I can feel the breeze of the door swooshing open and there's a, "Willow... Willow, can you hear me?" coming from some sort of calming voice.

The sound is a weaponized resonance, engineered to detonate the silver curse and obliterate the elders into fine powder along with anyone listening. The destructive sonic wave threatens to tear our eardrums apart, turning the sacred assembly hall into a screaming vortex of shattered metal and high-frequency agony. I grit my teeth against the blinding pain in my temples, raising my arm to shield my face as jagged fragments of silver rain down across the dais like deadly shrapnel.

I could almost taste the alcohol underneath it, the high. “Think of all the things I can do to you. Indulge your mind.” Whispers filled with citrus and heat burned my skin. My ears woke up ten times more. So many filthy sounds, cries of women and men, a chair bucking in the distance, I think right underneath us. I remembered we were on the first floor. There was the slapping of skin against skin, the unmistakable sound of raw sex. Fucking. Guttural.

She is moving too slow, driving him crazy, punishing him for his demeanors. “Selena please, baby I need you…” her butt clenched at his words, making her even tighter than before and they moaned loud. He then grabbed her hip and started smashing up into her. Every hit ripples through her body till it hit the top of her head. Her body shook uncontrollably. She screamed and moaned his name to the point where their lust diffused across their surroundings, enticing any other animals that could be there. They both came undone and he flipped her to her back, lifting her shirt and laying on her stomach.