Tiny Taboo Novels & Stories

Tabby was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming but she couldn’t make herself wake up. She dreamt that she was in a straitjacket and the harder she struggled to free herself, the tighter her restraints became. She shook her head from side to side and realized that something was over her mouth. It was gagging her and she suddenly felt as if she couldn’t breathe. She fought the urge to panic and began to cough frantically. Her tongue protruded from her lips and she felt something rough and unnatural there. What was going on?

She was animated like she had just found her soulmate. “Raelee White?” Tyr was confused. “Isn’t this Snow Fenner?” Winifred explained, “Raelee White is a character of a supernatural web drama she did last year called, Taboo of the Underworld.” “You watch such dramas?” Tyr asked. Winifred laughed. “Is it weird? This drama is actually not bad, but it never got popular.” “Why not?” Tyr asked again.

I moan so loud I’m afraid the surrounding wildlife will be scandalized by the sound I am producing right now. “That’s right.” Luca groans as he punches his cock once more, treating me like his sex doll in front of his brothers. “Show my brothers how much you like my cock, Tabi. Let them watch and see how much you’ve been craving for this. And how you’re taking it all like a good girl. Mine.”

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

Tyler kissed my neck and whispered, “Be warned again, Ava. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else… including any safe life next door. You’re completely mine now.” I slipped back home leaking his cum, heart pounding, knowing I was never going to stop.

“What the hell, Tabbs? What’s wrong?” “David Andrews…you know the new guy,” Tabby started, nearly bouncing in place from excitement. “Yeah what about him? Is he a real ass?” Sam asked, not sure what about this guy could have her friend reacting this way. Tabby shook her head. “No, it’s not that, it’s him!” Her voice rose to a squeak. Still very confused, Sam asked, “Him who?” A wicked glint erupted in Tabby’s eyes and a sly smile slipped across her full lips. “David Andrews is….” She paused looking excited.

The small glass vial sat on the mahogany coffee table, its contents a shimmering, iridescent violet that seemed to pulse in time with the low hum of the air conditioning. For years, Callum and Sabine had lived a life of polished perfection-their marriage was a curated gallery of polite touches and moderate passion. But beneath the surface, a dark, festering hunger had been growing. They both knew it. They both felt the weight of the things they were too afraid to ask for, the taboos they had buried under the guise of being "civilized."

Abella shuddered, her wings flapping briefly behind her. "It's a huge taboo," she told him. "I got desperate centuries ago and started doing it in private. Even among other monsters, its considered weird to fuck your own tail." "I guess I'd have to have a tail to understand," Mike said, wiping sperm off her lips. "Just, please don't tell," Abella told him. "I won't," he promised. "But maybe, if it's just the two of us, I'd like to watch you do it again sometime." A big smile crossed his face. "I thought it was pretty hot, Abella. Just like you."

One Game Later… Anna and I stare at Evan, Ella, and Noah in wonder. Their stack of cards towers over ours, absolutely destroying us in a game of Taboo. Our jaws drop. “Sweet, sweet victory!” Noah smugly eats a french fry before popping a chicken nugget into his mouth.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.