These Hollow Vows Smut Novelas e Histórias

he pleaded, his voice hoarse with yearning. Lucifer, who had been observing with a wicked smile, moved forward. "As you wish, Amor Meus," he cooed, his eyes shining with mischief. He moved behind Allistair, his hard shaft pushing against Allistair's still-tender entrance. The Void, recovering fast, stepped back, his cock already beginning to harden once more at the face of Allistair's flushed skin and pleading face. "Ready for more, baby?" The Void queried, his tone a low growl.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

You are not alone. And the words land—soft as feathers, sharp as bells—in every mind, in every heart. People stiffen. Wolves whine, ears flicking. Mara’s mouth falls open; Fen blinks as if seeing sunlight. Look around you, Thalia whispers in their heads, in Rowan’s and Agatha’s and even the smallest pup’s. The Hollowing feeds on what you keep from each other. It grows stronger on silence, on secrets, on everything left unsaid. Give it nothing. Give each other everything. Face each other. Hold hands. Speak your truths. Sing your songs. Tell me—tell each other—what you love, what you dream of, what you will do when the light returns.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Zane Blackwood and Sera Voss in holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred covenant, a bond not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, in the fear of God and in the joy of love. Today, these two stand before us to pledge their lives to each other…” The words echoed off the vaulted ceilings, filling the space with an air of inevitability. I barely heard them. I couldn’t focus nor breathe. I could only stare at their joined hands, the fragile symbol of a future that wasn’t mine, and feel the agony of every heartbeat echoing against the hollow space inside me. My thoughts spun in frantic circles. Every vow spoken, every phrase a

“How does Miss Rosy want to start?” Rosy felt an electric current surge through her body, and her legs became weak. She pushed Stephen to sit on the edge of the bed and roughly pulled off his tie. The buttons slipped off her fingertips one by one, revealing a honey coloured firm chest, and a scar on the side waist made it even more wild and tempting. Rosy rudely pulled off his chest and threw it on the bed. “Miss Rosy, have You be wanting to do this for a long time again? I see you can't wait . You miss my dick a lot and You want to enjoy the pleasure of being a queen”. “Stephen, can you shut up? Why do you have so many vulgar words?”. “It's just the two of us here, there

His voice was dark and full of promise when he whispered, “I’m going to own all of you. Body, mind, and soul.” A shiver ran down my spine, and my body clenched even harder around the one beneath me. His words weren’t just dirty—they were a vow. A claim. My body responded instantly, heat rushing through me, my heart racing like it might burst. His hands spread my cheeks apart slowly, exposing me in a way that made me whimper. I felt completely at their mercy, open and vulnerable, but instead of fear, there was only need. Then I felt it—the wet, hot slide of his spit hitting my tight, untouched hole. I gasped out loud, my head snapping up at the sensation. The act was filthy, shameless, and it

The storm roars, hungry. I grip the needle. The village dissolves. --- **The Hollowfather's Gift** The hollow isn't a place. It's a *being*. A colossus of static and teeth, its form endlessly unraveling. It has no face, but I feel its gaze-a pressure that cracks my ribs, that liquifies my resolve. *"You've always been mine,"* it croons. *"The Weaver stole you. Shrank you. Let me remake you."* The storm begs. *"Let him."*

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.