Supernatural Erotica Novels & Stories

"If it's so wrong, why did it feel better than anything?" "Because he's your brother. The taboo is part of the heat. And have you seen him? He's a fantasy." I stepped behind her, my hands sliding over her body, under her towel. "And this feels good, doesn't it?" She nodded, shivering. "And this?" My hand dipped between her legs. She gasped. "You're not ashamed here. Your body knows what it wants." She grabbed my wrist. "Not right now babe. You shouldn't..."

Kara gasped sharply as he circled her swollen clit, the overstimulation sending sparks shooting up her spine. “So fucking wet still,” he growled, bringing his fingers to her lips. She opened eagerly, tasting the salty-sweet blend of their combined pleasure. The musky scent of sex hung thick in the air, intoxicating. Dean’s cock hardened fully against her thigh, heavy and insistent. “You broke into my apartment to get fucked, and I’m not done with you yet.”

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

My mate’s best friend and I were fucking like high school sweethearts in the back of the big car. Her passion climbed, grew greater as I screwed her. Jenny was calling out her rapture, clinging to my body as we mated. What we were doing was new, exciting, and erotic as hell so my stamina was critically short. I breathed a warning to her, she pushed me up, looked me in the eyes, and offered herself completely, “Cum. Cum in me, I want it.” I arched my back which forced my erection as deep into her as it would go then stopped holding back. I flooded her with my discharge while she smiled up at me.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

Soon, I came with a scream, my cream filling his mouth, my body shaking, my back arching off the mattress. He crawled up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent, but he didn't push in. Instead, he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a vibrator, black, with a curved tip designed for maximum stimulation. The sight of it made my pussy clench with anticipation. "Ever been fucked by two things at once?" he asked, his voice dark. "No." “Today will be your first.” He pressed the vibrator against my clit, turning it on low,

Skin slapped against skin, my moans and his grunts filling the sacred space. “Take it… take every inch,” he growled, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other pinched my nipple. “This pussy is mine now. No more teasing. You’re going to come on a priest’s cock like the blasphemous little slut you are.” The pressure built fast and vicious. His cock hit deep with every thrust, the angle perfect, his fingers relentless on my clit. I shattered first, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my pussy spasming around him as I screamed his name—“Samuel! Oh God, Samuel!”—the holy words turning profane on my lips.

Flicking my tongue out, I tasted her… and tasted him still leaking from inside her. She grinded down, riding my face while Hurst slid the vibrator inside me, curling it deep against that spot. I screamed into her cunt. Cumming, shaking, sobbing, thighs clamping around Hurst’s wrist. “So quick?” She teased. “That's boring.” Janette lifted off and climbed to the drawer again, returning with a strap-on already harnessed. A thick, black, veined silicone cock jutted obscenely from her hips. My eyes drifted away from it, and back to Hurst still glistening with our juices.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.