逆ハーレム Novels & Stories

he chortled. "Ow! It is a matter of life and death!" I uttered as I swiped the video call button. Once Adam accepted, I saw a messy-looking witch with some eye gunk popping out of his eyes. I scoffed at his squinting look and secretly took a picture. This is a perfect blackmail image, I could use it in the future.

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 2** Lila woke up the next morning feeling like she had been fucked by a hurricane. Her body ached in ways she had never imagined. Her pussy and ass were swollen and tender, still leaking faint traces of glowing demon cum that tingled warmly inside her. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and claw scratches. Her throat felt raw from screaming and choking on Azrael’s monstrous cock.

I moaned, biting down on my lip when his fingers slid over my folds—slow, taunting, sinful. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered, pressing my hips into his touch. "I needed..." "You needed me to make you come," he finished for me, his voice dark and breathless. "You needed to sin again." And I did. God help me—I did. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And on your knees." My hands trembled slightly as I steadied myself, head bowed, breath uneven. I could hear the faint hum of prayer from the main hall, voices rising in unity, unaware of the blasphemy happening behind the booth.

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.” He pulled my thong back into place and gave my ass one final hard slap. “Get under the covers. Sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.” Uncle Ken walked to the door, but before leaving he looked back at me. “Welcome to your new life for the next seven days, Hilda. Try to behave or not. I enjoy breaking naughty girls like you.” He closed the door. I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire.

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

I wants to cum so badly - I wants to cum so hard. Yet there is something I need. I figure if I am in for a penny, I am in for a pound, and I take a break, reaching for my phone and open up the page I want: OnlyFans.com/badgirl_anna. I scroll until I find the video of her masturbating. Those tits. The way she'd felt under my hand. God. How tight her little pussy would be. She was a virgin.

He stayed buried deep until he finished. Each session ended the same way. Marcus always came inside her. He whispered about breeding her every time. Rebecca's body started to crave it. Even after he left, she felt empty without his cum. In quiet moments alone, she touched herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit while she remembered his thrusts. The guilt sat heavy in her chest, but the addiction grew stronger. She hid it from everyone.

The document was titled: CONSENT & NEGOTIATION AGREEMENT. Between Julian Cross (Dominant) and Eden Vale (Submissive) She looked up at him. Julian’s expression remained calm, almost gentle. “I believe in being direct,” he said. “I’m not interested in wasting either of our time. I’m a Dominant. I own and operate Obsidian, a private BDSM club. I’m looking for a submissive partner — someone who is willing to explore power exchange with me under clear, negotiated terms.” Eden stared at him, momentarily speechless.