Zombie Erotica Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV Twenty one years old. Curvy, confident, sharp, and completely untouched. The most widely read anonymous erotica author on the platform and I had never once done a single thing I wrote about. Not one scene. Not one moment. Every explicit chapter that left my readers crawling to their partners or lying awake alone and frustrated came entirely from research and a very good imagination that had been working overtime since I was sixteen. I found that genuinely funny. I always had. My alarm went off at seven thirty and I got up the first time it rang.

she murmured, voice husky from earlier cries. Mia turned her head, lips brushing Lena’s shoulder. “I want to feel you everywhere. All night.” Lena’s smile was slow, wicked. She rolled onto her side, propping herself on one elbow. “Then let’s play.” She reached for the small black duffel bag they’d both pretended not to notice earlier, the one Lena had packed “just in case” and Mia had teased her about. Now there was no teasing. Lena unzipped it slowly, letting the sound build anticipation. Inside: a sleek purple vibrator, curved and ridged, a slim silver bullet, a bottle of lube, and a smooth, double-ended dildo in soft silicone, deep indigo.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

“Taking stranger cock on the rooftop like a cheap slut. Anyone could look up right now and see you bent over getting railed.” Zoe pushed back onto him, moaning shamelessly. “I don’t care… fuck me harder… breed me… fill my womb while the city watches…” He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while railing her from behind. “Come for me, you filthy exhibitionist. Cum on my cock while the risk is real.” Zoe’s orgasm hit fast and hard. She screamed into the night as her pussy spasmed violently around his thick shaft, squirting messily down her thighs. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then buried himself deep and came hard, flooding her womb with another thick load. Pulse after puls

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

“DAVE?!?!” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” The pounding on the glass intensifies. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS” “BRI!!” “DAVE!??!?” My eyes snapped to Daves our eyes widening instantly. Our eyes simultaneously dropped down looking at where we were connecting, Dave’s Dick still buried inside my Pussy. My eyes snapped back to the car window… Eric.. Fuckk.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy