Starvation Kink Novels & Stories

Starved Passion::: His finger moved higher across the bare skin between her shoulder making her flesh tingle. she wanted more and unconsciously moved closer tightening her arms around him with her breast pressing on his chest. Davin bit down on his tongue to suppressed the groan threatening to escape from his mouth, he could no longer bear it anymore, he needs to kiss her, his lip found its way to her neck, giving it feather, ..he drew nearer to her mouth slowly, reading to cover her inviting lip with his, the music came to an end.

“Hmm…you’re getting better day by day, I shall reward you, don’t you think?” Xerxes cupped my breasts over the T-shirt with his warm palms and coarsely pinched and massaged them, his forefinger and thumb tracing the nipples. “I have been starving, Katarina.” He murmured seductively, whilst nibbling on my ear lobe. Leisurely gliding his palm on my hips a moan left my mouth. “You don’t know how hard it is for me to see you every day and yet not able to feed on you. It drives me crazy.” I closed my eyes limping in his arms, his moist lips gliding down to my neck and then his hands slowly getting under the clothes as I gasped at the touch of his fiery palm on my flesh. I whimper at his merciless

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

It quickly left the realm of sex and devolved into pure fucking. And he fucked her like a starving man ate. Three years of celibacy and sorrow had turned his body into a vessel of pure hunger. He gripped her wrists as he took her, holding her down hard. If she wanted to escape him she couldn’t. No part of her wanted to escape. Still some lingering defiant spark in her fought off the climax that was threatening to erupt from within her.

The danger of getting caught with a lifted shirt and exposed tits, or a half-hard dick sticking out of a fly heightened the kink and the arousal of the game tenfold. In the months that followed, Kevin and Dawn spent nearly every Saturday morning-while their parents were golfing-in wondrous exploration of positions, preferences, and perversions, which included Dawn being blindfolded, and tied spread-eagle and helpless to the corners of her bed while Kevin "had his way" with her. Her "torment" included experiments with whipped cream, ice cubes, and cucumber that the whole family enjoyed in their salads later that night.

The word tried sat in the air between us with its full weight. “And you?” I said. “I survived,” he said. “Barely. When a bond is forming and the master breaks it before it’s complete — when they leave in the middle of it —” he searched for the right comparison. “It’s like starvation. Fast starvation. The body starts to collapse.” He looked down at his hands. “I was found. Stabilized. Resold.” I looked at his hands in his lap. The long pale fingers. The absolute stillness of them.

He didn’t really have to tell me all of those things, but he’s casually revealing things about himself with full trust he shouldn’t have with someone like me. We continued eating in peace. He talks a lot, but it’s not as irritating as I thought when I actually listened to him. Before I knew it, we were done eating but still chatting. “Anyway,” I stirred the topic, “How often do you actually feed?” Severin paused at my question. He swallowed and cleared his throat before answering. “Whenever I could. Like I said, limited people knew and lesser comfortable with it. So, I just sneak whenever I could. Not very ethical say the least but I do whatever I could, especially at dire times. I purposely

What had once been sexy quickly became degrading. My ex-husband liked having me on display when they arrived. As a show of control, he forced me into kink sessions. Allowing them to punish me, and they were extra abusive. Most men ignored hard limits, making me feel tainted after sex. Because of that, I had to take something to stay relaxed and complacent. Looking back, I was young and stupid, following his lead and participating in those sadistic versions of togetherness. My ex-husband and those men took what they wanted whenever the mood arose. He undoubtedly owned me back then, and his friends felt the same way.

I bring his finger to my mouth and slide it between my lips and suck. The sound he makes is not a groan. It’s a detonation. His door slams open, two footsteps, and my door flies wide. He fills the frame with his collar white and his chest heaving and his eyes gone wild. He sees me. Skirt up. Hand between my legs. Lips wet from sucking his finger. What’s left of his composure disintegrates and behind it is a man who’s been starving for fifteen years staring at a meal. What replaces it is a man who’s been fasting for fifteen years and just walked into a banquet.