Taboo Novels & Stories

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.

I clap my hands together, “what do you three have in store for us?” Ella, Evan, and Noah snicker amongst themselves. They pull out a box that has a thick layer of dust across its name. I chuckle and swipe my hand across it, revealing the game’s title: Taboo. “Taboo…alright. You’re on!” I say. The kids erupt into cheers and bolt out of the room and in the direction of the living room. I chuckle and Anna and I grab the bags of food, following suit. One Game Later…

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

Ronan. "You can't keep someone from the Silverpine Pack here. It is a taboo." One of the elders from the further end argued. I pressed a hand on the mask, seething with anger. Not because of what he had just said, but because I should have been out of here a long time ago. "Educate me on why it is a fucking taboo." I gritted. The elder opened his mouth, then closed it, as though the words had suddenly thought better of escaping him. Smart.

"I guess. I mean I didn't picture you two, but I did have an image of Duncan and I at dinner, me looking provocative and Duncan having a boner." "Ugh, don't refer to it as a boner, please. That makes it sound so... high school. Call it something else please!" Kelly grinned at that. "I'm not just talking about having an image pop into your head either. It's more about just having the thoughts swimming around in your head, you know. Like just knowing that Ed knows that I'm fucking my boss, and he likes it. It's so taboo, you know. You aren't supposed to do things like that, and yet..." Marie said.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're d

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.