Starvation Kink Novels & Stories

I leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips, “And you think a little blöod would turn me off? Do you really think that my côck covered in your blôod is something I wouldn't want?” She squinted her eyes at me, looking fûcking adorable as she asked, “What is it with you and my blóod? Is it some kind of kink you're into?” “I am into all kinds of kink that include you. You. You are my fûcking kink, little devil.” Her eyes widened and the brown in them deepened to the darkest form. And this time she was the one who leaned down and erased the remaining distance as she kissed me with a hunger that rivalled mine.

“But a mind requires a body to act. And bodies obey stimuli. Pain. Absence of pain. Reward. Deprivation.” Her stomach lurched. “You’re insane.” “No,” he corrected, sliding the collar back into the box. “I’m methodical.” He gestured to the door. Instantly, the two silent women re-entered. “Take her back downstairs. Double restraints. And note: no food until tomorrow evening.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Starvation won’t make me submit.” “It isn’t starvation,” he said, turning pages in the notebook. “It’s recalibration. You’ll eat when you remember the difference between instinct and rebellion.”

His tongue licked a broad stripe up my shaved folds, savoring my dripping arousal before flicking rapidly over my clit. His mouth was hot and eager, tongue plunging into my entrance, lapping up my juices greedily. He sucked on my clit, then fucked me with his tongue in wet, obscene strokes. My juices flowed freely, coating his chin and lips in shiny slickness as he ate me like a starving man. Every slurp and wet smack echoed obscenely in the small bathroom. I gripped the edge of the counter, legs trembling as I ground against his face. *Fuck! Is mum really starving this man of sex? Why is he–*

The salty taste exploded on my tongue and I moaned around his thickness as he slid deeper, hitting the back of my throat. “Good girl,” he praised. “Take your big brother’s cock like the toy you are.” Dickson grabbed my hair, guiding me as Darren started fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts. Saliva dripped down my chin. While Darren used my throat, Dickson ripped my panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged straight into my soaked cunt. I screamed around Darren’s cock as they curled brutally against my G-spot. “So fucking tight,” Dickson groaned. “Virgin pussy clenching like it’s starving for stepbrother dick. We’re going to ruin you, Kathy.”

And damn, it felt right. It was the start of more. Threesomes where I watched up close, or even touched. But the core remained: me, the cuck, savoring the stranger's load from my wife's pussy. It was our kink, our bond. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. The patio became our special place. Under the stars, with the blinds cracked just enough. Sarah's laughter, Lee's grunts, my silent strokes. Life was simple, dirty, perfect.

For three years, I’ve been sleeping in my own filth, and marinating in piss and sh*t and sweat and blood. My hair had long since turned into a tangled, matted mass that drags behind me, knotted past my waist like dead vines. But starvation was the true demon here. The agony of it, the slow gnawing from the inside, the way your stomach turned on itself, eating you alive, It drove me to madness. I had eaten my own sh*t to stave off the hallucinations of starvation and drank my own piss to keep from dying of thirst. Each time I did, another piece of my humanity withered and died inside me. Until there was barely anything left that could call itself human.

If regret had calories, he'd be obese. Across from him, Killian sat with one hand clutching his stomach, the other braced on the armrest, a metal bin parked by his side. He hadn't eaten anything but salt crackers and water in twenty-four hours, and still his body thought vomiting was the best party trick. Sera rubbed his back in slow circles, murmuring something I couldn't hear. He was hunched, pale, and stubbornly pretending he was still in control.

But I only said that to quell the raging hunger to penetrate her. Besides, having sex this way was immoral to humans. Karyna eventually pulled away from me, and I shifted back. My cock was as hard as steel. I didn't even bother to hide it. “Look what you caused…” I groaned, glancing between her and my erect cock. Karyna instantly fell on her knees, her fingers grazing my sensitive skin. “I think your cock wants some attention too.” She teased, her head creeping incredibly slowly. “Do you want to starve your husband?” I grunted when her sweet mouth still wasn't wrapped on my throbbing cock.

He settled into a stool at the distal end of the room, his dark eyes rested on a couple who had caught his interest. The blonde-haired female was straddled on the hip of her master, his cock impaling her while he grabbed her breasts, ocassionally slapping her nipples. The girls cheeks remained flush. Kain watched with desire brimming in his eyes as she screamed and begged. To their left, a slave softly jerked a man's cock, as her wet tongue streaked across its squirming hole. His right hand slipped down to his enlarged crotch. Kain derived more pleasure in witnessing fuckery than he did while experiencing it. It was a kink of his he had come to accept and enjoy.

I was so hungry that I cleared the plate in less than five minutes. “Wow… I went starvation mode on the dinner.” I frowned at the empty plate. I guess it makes sense since I hadn’t eaten at all today… Conor took it from me and set it on the dresser. He chuckled lightly. “Pig mode, Kay. That’s what it’s called when you eat like you’re starving.” He smirked as I nodded making a note to remember that. He went over and set up the fireplace and got the fire going really good again. “I’m going to shower. I didn’t get a chance to clean up after I went on my killing spree. Stay put my flower. I want you to rest and I mean it Princess Stubborn.” He called from by the fire.