Zombie Erotica Novels & Stories

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

Rope after rope pumped into her until cum overflowed and dripped messily onto the kitchen floor. We barely wiped up the mess before moving to the living room, still naked and breathless. Elena pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top, facing away in reverse cowgirl. She sank down onto my cum-slick cock with a long, filthy moan, her fat ass bouncing up and down my shaft. I slapped her cheeks red while she rode me like a desperate whore, the jiggle of her ass hypnotic. “Look at this view, Mrs. Harper. Your fat ass looks so fucking good taking every inch,” I groaned, spreading her cheeks wider.

Instead I stood, shoved the sweatpants down his thighs, slicked myself with the lube he’d apparently started carrying in his pocket, and pushed into him right there bent over my desk. He was still loose from the shower. Still slick from earlier rounds. I fucked him in long, deep strokes while the clock ticked down, one hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds he made every time I hit his prostate. He came untouched, cock jerking as he spilled across the dark wood of my desk. I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and filling him again. We were still panting when the Zoom notification pinged. Noah grinned, wiped himself off with my discarded T-shirt, and kissed the side of my neck. “Go

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

Sounds of bodily liquids being exchanged filled the air and a particular scent was released. Zara was positioned beside Alisha who was getting oral pleasure from two men. Zara frowned as it appeared that she was enjoying it. The woman’s body danced erotically and she invited the men to taste more of her. But, it was all too much for Zaramanni. She didn’t want to have that kind of fun. Her kind of fun was listening to music and watching emotional movies that somehow make her laugh. Being in a vampire orgy was never on the list. So, as she saw that the leader was taking off his weird outfit and approaching her with his nakedness, she began to shake her head frantically.

Erica asked before she quickly took her top off and headed towards them. “I’m in a fuckin’ coma or somethin’ because I dreamt last night. This can’t be a dream.” Ed said as Erica pulled her pants down and sat on Ed’s lap, gyrating her hips and pressing her own sexy ass around on Ed’s bare cock while Darla took her top off and put her tits right in Ed’s face; Ed fingered Darla while sucking on her nipple and let Erica just do her own thing with his cock before Erica took her blue thong off and straddled him, taking half of his thick cock at once before she started slowly bouncing up and down to ease the rest of him inside her, “This is amazing!” “You really are.” Erica said as she fucked away