These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

I pushed it open slowly, just a crack, and the sight that met me made my jaw drop. I stood there, paralyzed, my eyes wide as I took in the sight I never thought possible. Holloway the woman who carried herself like a statue of ice and judgement was completely unraveled. She was entirely naked, her pale skin flushed a deep, feverish pink. She was positioned on top of a man, her back arched and her head thrown back in a silent, agonizing pleasure. With every wild, downward thrust, her breasts bounced against his chest, the movement raw and uninhibited. The man’s hands were buried in her hips, guiding her with a rough, desperate rhythm that made the bed frame groan. The air in the room was thic

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

"How about I suck that dick now, baby? You wanna put that dick right in my dirty mouth, don't you, huh?" Holloway's hands squeezed her breasts even harder. She almost swore out loud when the fat fuck shook his head again, even as he groped away like mad. What was it going to take? Candee grabbed his right wrist and pulled the hand up to her mouth. Holloway was staring at her lips, his own mouth open, a little bit of drool running out. His other hand was gripping the flesh of her tit tightly, almost painfully. She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers, making him moan loudly. Smiling, she fitted two of his fingers into her open mouth and closed her thick lips on them. He moaned again, t

A woman is grinding against her partner while staring at us. Another lady brought out her sex toy fucking herself with it while staring at me. "They can see everything," Dante growled in my ear. "See how desperate you are. How wet. How well you take my cock." He thrust harder and I cried out. "Some of them are touching themselves," he continued. "That couple over there? They're fucking now because of you. Because they watched you bent over this bar, moaning like a whore." Holy crap. "And him?" Dante nodded toward a man standing a few feet away, stroking himself through his pants. "He wants to join in. He wants to know what you taste like or feel like."

Hawthorne moved to my hole pounding me while the others stroked themselves over my body, I lost count of how many loads they fed me. One in my mouth that I swallowed. Another deep in my ass from Victor while I came a third time.They marked my chest and face At some point they put the thick tail plug back inm Then they made me crawl in around the room on all fours displaying their work. “Look at him,” Mr. Hawthorne said proudly“Covered, filled, and still wagging. Perfect little fuck-pup.” Rewrite starting from here I want some spicy shit smut but end the arc this chapter

POV: Isolde (Izzy) Thorne I didn't sleep. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the pit of obsidian shards Morgana mentioned. I saw myself falling, my fake noble skin tearing apart to reveal the poor weaver underneath.

Ground turned to old grey bones of the world sticking up. The Hollow wasn’t a cave. Worse. A bowl in the hills where the wind went to die. The grass lay flat and colorless, like it had given up on green. The air smelled… empty. No sap. No rot. No animal sharp. My skin crawled before we even dropped over the lip. “What happened?” I whispered. “Rovan practiced.” I wanted to leave. I didn’t. At the floor, the threads found me at once. There were so many.

The crowd was instantly thrown into an uproar. “Ms. Jackson was still a virgin when she married Mr. Fuller? I have to get the video of her losing her virginity. Eight million!” “So all the exciting tendencies she has now was because of Mr. Fuller’s training? Incredible! Eight and a half million!” The man beside me boldly reached for my leg. “Ms. Jackson, spend a night with me and I’ll pay to buy this one out.” I slapped his hand away, my voice cold as ice. “Get lost.”

Not a face. The impression of one. A bride. With a hollow where her mouth should’ve been. She hovered over me silently. Then leaned in, brushing her blurred features across mine like smoke. And whispered into my mind— > “You laid here. You promised here.” I shook my head. “This was never a vow,” I spat. > “But you loved her.” “I still do.” > “Then the contract is sealed.” --- The blood soaked up my sleeves. The mattress swelled and breathed like a living lung.

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v