These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

“Breed me again. Fill my slutty cunt until it overflows. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my womb while the whole city might be watching.” Mr. Vance slammed in deep with one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. Sara cried out at the stretch, her pussy still sensitive from the previous rounds. “Fuck, this cunt is so loose and creamy now,” he groaned, starting to pound her hard. The table shook beneath them. Wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed in the large room as his cock churned the cum already inside her. “Listen to that. Your pussy is so full of my seed it’s making filthy noises every time I fuck you. You’re nothing but a walking cum bucket now.”

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Nina chuckled. That was when I saw it. The slim volume lying open beside her glass. The cover was soft cream with gold lettering. My own book. The one I had written last year in the flush of newlywed certainty. *Goddamn it! You Are My Ideal Man.* I read it loud...... My hands moved without permission. I picked it up, holding my breath, and open the dedication page. *For my forever loyal husband.* Then the first chapter. The words I had written with such certainty blurred as fresh tears fell down my cheek….

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

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