Wicked Adult Novels & Stories

"The scent doesn't lie, Charlotte. I came here to drag this stray out by her throat. She thinks she can bewitch my Alpha and claim my throne? I’ll strip her of her dignity before the whole territory. We’ve hunted together before; trust my instincts. Whether you join the cull or watch from the sidelines is your choice." Invigorated by her own malice, Madison activated her scrying-orb to begin a live-stream. She had recently carved out a reputation as a "Lunar Influencer" among the lesser packs, and within sixty seconds, tens of thousands of wolves tuned in. The header of her stream was bloodthirsty: “Exposing the Omega harlot trying to steal the Lawson bloodline. Watch her crumble!” Even thos

He trailed her like a submissive omega. While Avery could tolerate her grandfather’s confusion, his groveling toward Jenny made her suspect the girl was using forbidden moon-potions or mental glamours. Concerned, Avery took the elder to Dr. Mercer for a deep-marrow scan. The healer confirmed it was merely the "Dormant Mind" sickness—the lupine version of Alzheimer's—with no magical interference.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

I’ve been single for months now, and it’s driving me crazy. Every night, I lie in bed, my hand slipping between my legs, but it’s never enough. I need something bigger, something that can really fill me up. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, scrolling through those adult websites late at night, my pussy getting wet just from looking at the pictures. That’s when I saw it—a giant dildo, thick as my arm, long too, like twelve inches at least. It was black, veiny, realistic looking, with a suction base so I could stick it anywhere. My heart raced as I added it to my cart. I didn’t even care about the price. I needed it now.

“Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy with his cock.” The word “married” sent a fresh rush of wicked shame through me. My husband was away on business again. I was here, legs spread on my boss’s conference table, about to let him claim what didn’t belong to him. “Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with lust. “Fuck me. Ruin me. I need your cock inside me.” Mr. Voss gripped my hips and thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying every thick inch deep inside my soaked cunt. The stretch was exquisite — he filled me completely, pressing against my cervix and we both groaned at the perfect fit.

He looked even hotter up close. “Good girl.” The small praise made my pussy clench. “Your father told me you’ve been out of control. Watching dirty videos. Touching yourself in the open like a slut. Is that true?” My face burned with shame, but hearing him say those words turned me on even more. I nodded slowly. “Use your words, Hilda.” “Yes… it’s true,” I admitted, my voice small. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His muscles flexed. “And you think that kind of behavior is okay for a twenty-year-old girl?”

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.

the man asked with mirth in his eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know about your little extra practice, besides working here allows me to help young minds grow and become respectable adults. Now what do I owe you the pleasure with entering this humble library?” he asked before staring at the prince in surprise after all, the prince hardly came to this place even during his youth. “I wanted to check out the restricted section” Anberine’s words confused the old man before he remembered her previous visits. At times he worried about how such a young witch could not be affected by the dangerous magic, only his worries washed away from seeing how she behaved responsibly with what she learned.

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”

"He won't even answer your call. No wonder you're rushing to find another rich guy. Too bad for you, you've hit a dead end today." The lackeys, now convinced I was just a desperate mistress trying to lure Felix away, closed in on me, ready to make me pay. "Darcy, teach this shameless woman a lesson so she knows her place." "Yeah, let's show all those other cheap women out there what happens when they try to seduce Mr. Palmer!" They even pulled out their phones and started recording a video. I turned my face away to avoid the camera, but they grabbed my hair and forced me to face the lens, slapping my face and verbally humiliating me.