Unholy Desire Novels & Stories

Screwing up big with her last apprentice; he hadn't used a barrier, a big no-no when summoning demons. Her thoughts kept returning to that night and the amazing sex. It was a rape, she corrected her mind. Scowling, she stomped through her home with her burning sage to clean the wickedness away. She dressed for bed and had a restless night, tossing and turning over dreams of an incubus named Xazel. Xazel hell I can't get satisfied; I'm currently balls deep in Rozelle, and I'm not able to release. I've been at it for hours. I'm bored of her already.

I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire. I wanted him so badly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

“I’m an incubus. I feed on desire. Yours is the strongest this place has tasted in decades. The dreams were the only way I could reach you without consent. Now that you’re looking at me with your waking eyes, the rules change.” I should have run. I should have thrown the door open and taken my chances with the hallway and the night. Instead I stayed pinned to the wood, pulse hammering, cock throbbing against my zipper, the word straight sitting uselessly on my tongue while an impossible man looked at me like he had already mapped every place he intended to touch.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

It never did. The cell door opened. Inspector Jones walked in. He closed the door behind him. He looked at me sitting on the floor. “You asked to see me,” he said. I pushed myself up a little. My face was hot. I could not hide how hard I was. The outline was clear. “I need you to fuck me,” I said. My voice came out rough. “In the ass. Please.” He stared at me with furrowed brows. “What?” “The curse,” I said. “It makes me like this. If I do not get fucked I will stay like this for hours. It hurts. I already used a cleaning spell on myself. My ass is not dirty. You can check if you want. Just please do it.”

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a lot of years. And the desire has been building and growing with no way to be released. With her acting like this... It was triggering all pent-up hunger that was held back and they don't know what the consequences will be if they let it devour her. They knew in their minds that if they touch her like this, they won't be able to control their carnal desires, they might hurt her. Delaney arrived at the bed, climbed onto it on all fours and raised her brows, “So, should we proceed with the wedding night or do I have to rape you both to get what I want?”

her voice roiling with desire and desperation. She desired the utmost pleasure—to feel him radiate his warmth from deep within her. Her plea was too strong for him to resist; her pure yearning appealed to his baser desires. They were both conscious that their parents were just downstairs, which added to the excitement. He let go of all control and gave in to the overwhelming sensation growing within him with a mere growl. Their bodies turned into a whirl of frantic motions, synchronised in an ecstasy-filled dance, the result of their desires combining into one explosive moment.

he growls lowly, leaning so close I can feel his breath brush against my face. “My pleasure too," I remind him breathily. “Your desires are founded on a deep hatred for me. You want me in my most vulnerable state to prove something to yourself." His gaze flickers down to my lips. “Or maybe it’s because everything you do turns me on, and angers me at the same time.” It feels good being this honest. Liberating. Even if it's going to have untold consequences soon enough.... “Mark my words, if you continue to push me, you will draw yourself into a world you know nothing about," Ark says darkly.

Except this time around, they were filled with something else—pure, untamed lust. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He needed to cure the insatiable desire he had riling up within him for the past one year. And that untamed desire drove him into saying the next words that rolled off his throat, “Hand my control back to me.”