Urut Sex Novels & Stories

Emeriel’s stomach churned, but he forced himself to listen, his fingers gripping the back of a nearby chair for support. "In a full heat, you would have needed to be mounted by a Urekai male. Not just once, but repeatedly. He would need to knot you, again and again, until your heat calmed.” Madam Livia told him. “And when your womb descended, he would need to release inside it while your body locked him in. That, my dear, is how heat sex works. You may need to look it up in the library for more details. But one thing is certain—a full heat cannot end without multiple rounds of heat sex, and self-pleasure does not help." A marathon of heat sex? Mounted? Knotted? Release into my womb?

She nodded glumly and I continued reading my terms. “For our evening schedule, dinner would be by 9pm. Bedtime would be immediately after dinner. Sex is twice a week, on Thursdays and Saturdays…” “Excuse me did you just say sex?” she asked, her voice a little above a whisper. “Light sex on Thursdays,” I nodded. “Something more kinky on Saturdays. I make use of ropes, cuffs and horse whips. If you’re not cool with anyone I can cross it off the list and find a suitable replacement…”

The orgy spread like wildfire. A tall, muscular male grabbed one of the younger females and bent her over a fallen log. He drove into her pussy in one savage thrust, knot swelling almost immediately. She screamed in pleasure, pushing back onto him, begging for more. Another male stepped up behind the first , sliding his cock into the first male’s ass while he continued rutting the female. Triple knotting. The sounds were obscene , wet slapping, growls, desperate howls. Selene finally lifted herself off Lucien’s knot with a wet pop. A thick river of his cum poured out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto his stomach. She stood, legs steady, and looked down at him.

He gripped my waist tightly. "Yeah... Eungh.." "Faster?" asked him. "Yeah.. Fast.. Aaahh.. Faster.." I moved too, according to the rhythm. The sound of the clock ticked so slowly when we returned to pursue worldly pleasures. The scent of our sex fills the room and our activities are getting more intense. Ozgur let go of his dick and turned around before returning to penetration. Ozgur's body loomed over me, as he pushed his dick back quickly into my pussy. A few minutes later, the pleasure was fused together, his dick was getting bigger and my vagina was contracting.

We had the best epic of sex. TBC...

They her rotated systematically: Three holes, three cocks, complete fullness. They established a rhythm....Robert thrusting up into her pussy, Chen pounding her ass from behind, Marcus fucking her face. The other three men stood around them, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. Victor and James moved to her breasts....both men sucking her nipples simultaneously while she was filled in three holes. The sensation was overwhelming....pleasure and pressure from every direction. They rotated every ten minutes: Chen in pussy, Robert in ass, Victor in mouth, Marcus and James on breasts

Right before I returned her the diary, she turned over to the last page and showed it to me. She had written ten extra rules— 1) A sex session must have a minimum of three rounds and maximum all night long or morning sex too. 2) Bring out your wildest desires, your kinks, your dirtiest thoughts and live them together. 3) Make love when you pull her in, but when she pulls you in, fuck her. I threw the diary across the room before reading any more of her sex rules. She broke out into laughter. I clenched my fists, holding myself back from picking her up in my arms right then, throwing her on the bed and following every sex rule she had written.

I continued to see Greg for a few more weeks but then the past reared its ugly head. As I said Greg was understanding, even when it came to sex. I had no idea what Domming or control was back then, but Greg always let me decide when, how fast, what position and everything in between. He really was good about it. Even when I would feel that anxiety and told him I was sorry but I couldn't, Greg would always smile and say that's okay I was worth the wait. One day we were lying there in his bed, after what honestly had been some damn good sex, I felt completely relaxed and had thoroughly enjoyed him enjoying me.

Dirly cried out, her hips pressing against him, pleading for the forbidden touch, for the intense pleasure only he could provide. The sex became a game of power, dominance, and surrender. He held her firmly, alternating positions: on the counter, lying on her back on the living room table, on her knees on the sofa—each thrust deeper, each touch bolder, each bite and suck provoking violent orgasms that Dirly couldn't control. The dirty, intense, and explicit pleasure mixed with the taboo of being tutor and student, amplifying every sensation, every moan, every sigh. "You are mine, Dirly..." he murmured, his voice raspy, thrusting deep, "and I'm going to make you cum until you lose your mind."