Taboo Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

Food, clothes, sometimes even things that should've raised eyebrows. But one thing that remained completely off limits, were girls. Ironically, it wasn't because of some sacred bro-code or glaring red label. We simply had violently different tastes. Damian was wild. So he liked girls that fit that narrative. Dangerous curves, lustful eyes, and bodies built for sin. I, on the other hand, craved the innocent ones… or those that pretended to be either way. Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine:

In a brutal fantasy world where power is measured by dominance and desire, King Torvald rules with an iron fist and an insatiable hunger for the biggest, thickest cocks in the realm. Whether raiding enemy camps, claiming conquered warriors, or venturing into forbidden territories, Torvald takes what he wants... on his throne, in the battlefield, or deep in ancient ruins. When no worthy cock is near, he hunts for the legendary “Titan’s Gift,” the largest and most powerful cock ever rumored to exist. Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck.

It had been that way since I caught her on one of those nights as she fucked herself with the silver toy and she moaned my name. Months. She said months. I’d wanted to ruin her just as long. Every lecture I’d watch her squirm in her seat as she pressed her thighs together whenever I spoke. Every time she returned a book with those nervous glances on her glasses, I’d imagine bending her over my desk, stuffing her mouth with my cock, claiming that tight body until she screams my name. Tonight, that fantasy ends. She’s mine. “Hands on the table,” I commanded, voice low and rough. “Don’t move.”

Ethan kept reaching under the table to touch my thigh, and I kept putting my fingers in his mouth after touching myself, offering them to him to taste. "You're trying to kill me," he said. "Maybe," I said. "Is it working?" We were just finishing our meal when my friend Camilla showed up at our table. She was wearing a thin, clingy top that showed off her nipples in a way that was classy and sexy all at once. I felt Ethan's knee press against mine and knew he'd noticed. "I know what you've been doing," Camilla said, smiling at me. "Jealous?" I asked.

Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

To think that of all books that went missing, it would be that one. Lord Inveja: What book are you talking about? Lord Gula: Centuries back when the fight between Exorcist and Demons was really on heat and fights would always happen from time to time, demons in search of power have done lots of things to acquire it. Going through rough training that brings them that close to death, exceeding their own limits and also by committing taboo and such. Ban: Taboo??? Lord Gula: Mm that is right. Taboo here means killing of one's kind for means to become stronger. There are various methods of doing that. It's like creating a drug or something you humans would like to call such things. Here we use th