Zombie Erotica Novels & Stories

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss. I moved my hand, aimed at zombies, and sent them to the darkness of the Underworld. A zombie in the form of a naked shifter had cracked the back of a screaming Neratomay Elder, and I shot it, sending the both of them into the abyss. Paul was punching a zombie that had entered the body of a Were-bear, its mouth the size of an alligator. Though Paul knocked the bear off balance, the bear wasn't stunned. I aimed my power at the bear's cavernous mouth seconds before it would have locked onto Paul's face. I returned that abomination to the Underworld. "Paul, you can't fight them!" I yelled. "St

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

She was dripping everywhere, shame and ecstasy twisting together as they used her hard, growling filthy praises about what a good little slut she was for taking both of them so well. My breath grew shallow, Heat pooling between my legs as I read further,my own pussy starting throbbing softly in time with the words. I shifted on the cushion, feeling myself grow wetter, my slick folds sliding against each other inside my soaked panties. My clit pulsed, aching. Just one more page. No one’s here. It’s harmless. A warm breath ghosted across the back of my neck. I froze. Zane stood right behind the couch, silent and very much reading every explicit word over my shoulder. My heart slammed against m

Emma lay beside us on the desk, watching with wide eyes and rubbing her clit. "Tell me how much you love your dad's cock," I growled, spanking Lila again. "I love it!" Lila cried out. "Your thick cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, please!" I kept thrusting, switching my gaze between both girls. Emma reached over and pinched Lila's nipple, earning a sharp moan. My balls tightened as I fucked Lila deeper, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. "More," I said, pulling Lila's hair. "Both of you are mine tonight."

Eric whispered. “Me too,” Zia replied with a small smile. Eric's kisses moved to Zia's neck, sucking and even biting her, leaving marks of ownership. In the darkness, moans escaped Zia's lips as Eric's passionate play made her feel like she was floating on a cloud. She could only grab Eric's hair as he sucked on her breasts. Eric's lips now traced Zia's stomach as his hands began to slide down the pajama bottoms she was wearing. He inhaled the scent of Zia's vagina, still covered by her damp underwear, even licking it without a hint of disgust.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered. I peaked and gazed out the window. The black woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her.

My first orgasm— Vampires— No fucking way— “You—" “Lay back, birdie, and let us fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”