Twisted Cravings Novels & Stories

My wrists stayed locked in place. “Fuck… David… that feels so good…” He hummed against me and the vibration shot straight up my spine. He kept eating me with focused hunger. Lips sealing over my clit and sucking gently while his tongue flicked. Two fingers slid inside me easily because I was so wet. He curled them and rubbed that spot that made my toes curl. I was shaking already. Hips trying to press up into his mouth. Soft little moans slipping out even though I tried to stay quiet.

The craving started as a low hum beneath Alex's skin three days after his first visit to the trailer. It was a persistent, distracting warmth that bloomed whenever he thought about Marcus, about the thick cock splitting him open, about the low growl of Daddy's voice calling him a good wife. He loved the feeling of being used, of being completely owned.

I curled into myself after, angr y and hot and shaken. The craving was inside me now and it had Xavier Rodriguez’s name written all over it.

He could feel the phantom protocol trying to lure him back, a seductive promise of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "This 'Digital Palate' they're talking about," Riska continued, her voice regaining some of its usual sharpness, "it's not about controlling what we eat, directly. It's about controlling how we crave. Every bite is engineered to be just satisfying enough to keep us hooked, but never fully satisfied." "So, we're all addicted to fleeting perfection?" Kevin choked out, a haunted look in his eyes. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I… I can't stop thinking about it. That perfect chew, that kick of chili… it’s driving me insane."

Her once-beautiful face was now twisted into something grotesque and terrifying. The moment Chloe saw me, her eyes blazed with resentment. "It was you! You monster! You did this to me!" I ignored her screams and calmly turned to the First Elder, saying, "The Moon Goddess' gifts were never meant for corrupted souls. Her state today is the result of her own greed and cruelty. She has brought this upon herself." The First Elder looked at me, conflict flickering in his eyes. In the end, he nodded and made way for me.

I’m not strong enough to do that. I pull my hands back, and that’s when I see them: my nails, longer, sharper, glinting like claws under the kitchen light. A scream tears out of me, raw and desperate, and the hum surges, a wave that makes my knees buckle. I hit the floor, my vision swimming, and all I can think is Tyler’s voice: You’re not what you think you are. What am I? What am I?

I moaned at the feeling, the scent of her body and before I realized what I was doing, my head turned, and I buried my fangs into her thigh. The ambrosia, which was Marlene Brennan’s blood, washed into my mouth, flavored by her climax and I almost came in my pants with the sweetness of it. Closing my eyes, I drew on it, letting her blood wash down my throat, providing a drunken lull to my mind. Marley moaned, another orgasm— her core clenching around my fingers again.

I walked out of the restaurant with a secret smile, feeling his cum slowly dripping down my leg as I headed home. I was no longer just a regular. I was addicted.

“Do I need to shout that now? Can’t you see that on my face, rose?” “No, as I am deficient, please inform me what I need to do to please you.” A twinkle blooms in her eyes, a slow smile appears on her full lips, an evil shadow dances on her face. She looks so stunning that I almost lose my control and take her lips on my mouth. This woman’s influence keeps getting bigger in my life day by day. Just can’t fathom how badly I am craving her, every minute she is near is hard as hell for me. Keeping my hands to myself, not touching her curves, stroking her wet pussy, brushing her long golden hair, getting lost in those green eyes is the hardest task for me.

They turn me into their own personal dessert. Marcus starts with warm honey, drizzling it in a slow, deliberate line from the hollow of my throat, between my breasts, over my quivering stomach, and all the way down until the golden stream pools against my swollen clit. Jake follows with thick, glossy spirals of chocolate sauce, circling each nipple until they’re coated and then dragging a heavy stripe right over my puffy pussy lips. Tyler finishes with generous swirls of whipped cream and carefully places fresh, juicy strawberry slices on top of each nipple and one right on the peak of my sensitive clit. They step back for a moment, eyes roaming over their creation.