Taboo Novels & Stories

HUNTER “Do you have any idea where he might have gone, Lucille?” I asked the older woman. The past days have not been kind to her and she looked old and frail and there were more lines to her face than I remembered. “Oui, I do. But it is something terrible. Quelque chose de tabou. You must try and stop him, Hunter.” The old woman shivered and clutched her hands together. “What is it, Mamie Lucille?” Kane asked, laying a hand on her bent shoulders. “What is the taboo that Joffrey is going to do?”

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

She casually drops the bra on the floor, still focusing out the window. '"Taboo?' Really? Where the fuck did you find that word? Incest, Father. We are talking about incest. Having sex with your family." I shift in my chair. Maybe I'm too careful, but I need a clear sign. "Which is also illegal, and for very good reasons."

Maeve was a fucking witch, one who seemed to have mastered her craft so dangerously well. Most people think having three dicks is a dream. They don’t understand the reality of living with it— the stares, the creepy fetishists who treated me like a circus animal, the women who ran after seeing me naked. On the flip side, there were the ones who became obsessed in the absolute worst ways, treating me like a machine instead of a human being. I was completely done hiding it, done feeling like a monster. Today, I was going to make it rain. “Marcus Kane,” the assistant called. “You’re up.”

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

I hated that some part of me, against every instinct telling me to get up and walk out of the restaurant, felt sorry for him. Adrian studied my face for a moment, as though he could read every flicker of emotion crossing it. "You don't need to make this difficult," he said quietly. "I'm not asking for anything real." "I already told you I'm not interested," I said, hoping my firmness would finally make him give up. Adrian didn't look offended, and somehow that made me more nervous than if he had. "I know." His mouth curved again, faint and almost amused. "I'm gay, and I'm not interested in women either."

“A child born from forbidden love.” He kissed my forehead, but I could feel the conflict still raging inside him. “We’re playing with fire, Isabella,” he said quietly. “If anyone finds out… it won’t just be us who suffer. The entire parish could be scandalized.” “I know,” I whispered. “But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.” He held me tighter, his hand never leaving my belly. “Neither do I.” As I lay in his arms, full of his cum and wrapped in his warmth, I knew we had crossed the point of no return.

But the tension between them was anything but respectful. Theo’s hand rested on his own thigh, inches from Kai’s. During the interview, as a reporter asked about their “notorious rivalry,” Theo’s fingers brushed deliberately against Kai’s under the table... a hidden, lingering touch that sent heat racing up Kai’s leg. Kai’s breath caught. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he hooked his pinky around Theo’s for a brief, secret second, heart hammering.

“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.”