Taboo Content Novels & Stories

He asked in a quiet voice. I opened my mouth feeling uncertain about how to answer him and let out a heavy sigh. “Was it wrong of me for not wanting to? I didn’t mind talking about my past before, but now it feels like those kind of things are heavy topic to tell people about the abuse, my suicide attempt, and also that I was raped.” The words felt so lethal coming out of my mouth. “It feels like it’s taboo. If it wasn’t about the things that Chris had done to me then it’s about my depression and the fear from people thinking that I might want to commit suicide again. No one would want to hear something like that and to act normal like I wasn’t affected by any of it. I don’t want them to ch

I bite my lip, typing fast. “Just a T-shirt, riding up. Black lace panties, super tight. You will definitely like it and it will drive you crazy.” His reply pops up quickly, making my stomach flip. “Fuck, I can picture you on that bed. Should I tell you something nasty?” “Go for it,” I type, my heart picking up. “If I were with you, I would grab your boobs, slow at first, feeling you up. Then I will slide my hand down, beneath your panties, rubbing your clits and fingering your pussy till you’re shaking.”

This touch will not be of a sexual nature, but instrumental. "'It will not be of a sexual nature,'" Lara read the phrase in a low voice, a mix of relief and confusion in her tone. "Power," explained Calleb, as if reading her thoughts, "is the greatest of aphrodisiacs. The excitement you feel is for power, Lara, not for me. I am merely your channel, your conductor. To confuse the two is a fatal error. Touch is a tool to test limits, to teach about vulnerability and control. Nothing more."

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

he muttered under his breath, unaware that tomorrow would unravel everything and turn his carefully balanced world upside down. *AUTHOR’S NOTE* This novel contains extreme taboo content and is strictly forbidden for younger audiences. BDSM, spicy scenes, threesomes, and erotic content will appear in unexpected chapters. Please note, there are no rape scenes. Enjoy the read!

"I was wondering if you’d like to join me there." The air between us thickened, charged with something unspoken. I could see the flicker of contemplation in her eyes, the way her breath caught just a moment longer than before. The laugh lines around her eyes softened, morphing into a vibrant curiosity. "What’s so special about the Red Room?" “Well,” I said, leaning even closer, my voice a low murmur. “It's a place where inhibitions can be tossed aside, where you can surrender completely to desire. Just the two of us, away from the crowd."

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

“Are you ok with that? I can assure you I’m clean. I send my test results to the agency regularly.” I know that’s part of their criteria, so I nod. “Yes, Sir. That’s fine.” He takes out a big bottle of lube from the drawer. “Don’t look so worried,” he says, “I know what I’m doing.” “Thank you, Sir.” I hope he fucking does. “Ever had an anal orgasm?” he asks, fisting his monster. I’m honest. “Yes, Sir. I love anal.” “I can assure you this is going to be better than you’ve ever had before.”

Fenriz has taught me a few things about the Lycan laws and how they match Werewolf laws; this one is on the top of the taboo list. “The Mate Bond is absolute, and you have defiled it with witchcraft. Breaking The Taboo is punishable by death; you know this, right? By doing this, you have not only lost Carina, but you will lose your life.” I say, then get up, walk towards Fenriz’s desk, and sit on the leather seat next to where he’s standing. He places a hand on my shoulder, and when I tilt my head to look at him, there’s evident pride in his crimson eyes.

CHAPTER 103 TOWER WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!