Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection
!!WARNING!!
This series will wreck your panties and your soul; no safe words, no apologies.
Expect a possessed woman being exorcised: spiritually and physically by the priest's dick to a high school famous ball player, ramming his hard c*ck into his best friend's mother's soaked c^nt to lesbians cheating on one another for the same throbbing, cum-slicked monster cock and many more.
This collection would be filled with some of the craziest affairs known to be taboos to healthy people but a normal way of life to sex starved CEO's, doctors, divorced women and others.
If "please, Daddy, harder" makes you clutch your pearls... slam this shut and run.
But if the idea of being taken, marked, and filled until you can't think straight has you throbbing already...flip the page, slut. You've been warned.
Grab your sex toys ladies
Cause author Xena is coming with the heat. kisses.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 1.
Elle's POV
The second I twisted the knob and opened the door to Adrian's room, the air hit me thick and heavy; filled with the musk of sweat and the unmistakable scent of sex. The sounds of wet slapping of skin to skin hit me like a punch.
There he was. My smug stepbrother. The one who had strutted around the house like he owned it and I was just a maid living there ever since Mom married his Dad three weeks ago.
Adrian, tall, broad-shouldered, cocky as hell; was on all fours in the middle of his king-sized bed. His back arched deeply with his bare ass lifted up and spread obscenely. Sweat was glistening across every inch of his sculpted body, dripping down his carved spine to his back.
His hole was stretched wide open around a thick, veiny cock that plunged in and out of him brutally with each deliberate thrust.
Each thrust made a slick, obscene squelch, and Adrian's balls swung forward, slapping against his own thighs.
The stranger gripped Adrian's hips so tightly his knuckles whitened. He rammed into him again, burying himself completely in his ass as if trying to explore every bit of space in his asshole.
Adrian's head dropped toward with a low, guttural moan that vibrated through his whole body. His cock swung between his legs like a weapon; thick, long and curved upward, the fat head flushed dark pink and glistened with pre cum. It jerked with every punishing thrust he was receiving, leaking a white substance that poured onto the rumpled sheets below.
I stood at the doorway, frozen, the vanilla birthday cake box I had gotten for him was still clutched in my hands like some pathetic shield.
My brain screamed at me to run, but my feet couldn't move. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden sting shot up through my legs that made my cotton panties soak from my wetness.
They hadn't noticed that I had been here for a while.
Adrian's head finally snapped up. His hazel eyes, which were usually narrowed in that superior, smug way, widened with shock, then narrowed with fury.
"What the fuck Elle?"
"Huh?" I stared, still dumbfounded.
His partner didn't miss a chance. He kept fucking Adrian slow and deep, his hips rolling lazily that made Adrian arch his back even more.
He had a wicked grin on his face as he looked over Adrian's shoulder straight at me. His eyes skimmed down my body, over to my tank top where my nipples had turned into pebble hard points to, down to my tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass.
My pussy jolted from his stare.
"Well, damn. Birthday boy never mentioned his stepsister was this fucking hot. You wanna watch him get bred, sweetheart? Or you'd like to join the party?
"Shut the fuck up Jonathan," Adrian snarled.
So that was his name...
Suddenly, Adrian made a welp sound as Jonathan slammed in really hard. A broken, needy whimper escaped Adrian's throat; raw and desperate, way far from the arrogant asshole I knew.
I should've dropped the cake and bolted. Instead, heat flushed my whole face, my chest, even my core. My clit throbbed achingly with the wet sounds that filled the room.
I couldn't tear my eyes off Adrian's cock. It looked even bigger up close, his thick veins pulsing along the shaft, with the slit weeping more pre-cum with every rock of his body.
God, what would it feel like stretching me open? Splitting me apart while he groaned my name?
No.
Stop.
He's gay. He's literally getting railed by another man right now, ass clenching around that dick like it's the greatest thing he'd never want to lose.
But my body didn't care about logic, my thighs pressed together instinctively as if trying to ease the throbbing ache building between them.
My nipples grazed painfully against the fabric of my top, begging to be pulled and sucked hard. My chest heaved slightly with every shallow breath.
Jonathan laughed, low and dirty. "Look at her Adrian. She's fucking dripping just watching you take it like a good boy. Bet her pretty hole is clenching right now, wishing it was her getting stuffed instead."
Adrian shoved his ass back to the cock one last time, hard and greedy as he wrenched himself free with a wet, filthy pop.
Lube and cum glistened on Johnathan's shaft. Adrian scrambled for his bathrobe, but not before I got another long, shameless look at his erection bobbing up and down, still slick and throbbing.
I wish I could drop to my knees and lick him clean with my mouth.
He tied the ropes of his robe with shaking hands. "Get. Out."
I didn't move.
The cake in my hands suddenly felt ridiculous. vanilla; his favourite. Mom had said. A stupid and innocent gesture for an arrogant stepbrother who acted like he didn't want us here. The one who had barely spoken to me since the wedding. The one I'd caught staring at my legs once or twice when he thought I wasn't looking.
And now this.
I set the cake box down his dresser slowly, deliberately. My hands trembled.
"Happy birthday, Adrian."
His jaw clenched. "I said get out, Elle."
"Alright then," I turned towards the door, a part of me heartbroken.
A part of me hoped he'd stop me.
And he did.
But for a different reason.
"By the way Elle, Dad or Mom can never know about the fact that I'm gay, okay?" He said sharply, with what looked like fear flickering in his eyes.
"Cool," I opened the door and slammed it hard.
I wish I hadn't seen all of this.
I wish I could stop craving for my brother's dick.
I wish I could stop these dark thoughts from forming.
But I had known already that I was being pulled into this darkness slowly.
And I liked every bit of it.
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7.8
For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me.
9.2
The body of my sister, Annabelle, was found brutally stuffed inside an ottoman in our living room.
The house was locked from the inside, and the police didn't have a single lead.
Before she died, Annabelle left a note: "Beware of the Other Mom."
9.6
~ Ducan: Demon King ~
My kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, my race standing at the brink of extinction. The throne of Hell itself trembles beneath me, its power slipping from my grasp.
Only one salvation remains-
A maiden blessed by the gods, born once in a century. Pure. Untouched. Marked by fate to bear the seed of a king.
To reclaim my strength and bind the realms of Hell to my will, I must claim her. She will become mine-whether she surrenders in devotion or resists with every breath.
Her body will cradle my power. Her womb will secure my throne.
And once my eyes have chosen her... there is no escape.
7.8
Nara has spent her whole life at the bottom of the pack.
The weak wolf.
The girl no one defends.
The one everyone believes will never shift, never matter, and never belong.
All she wants is to live quietly and survive another day without being beaten or humiliated.
But the Moon Goddess has a different plan.
During a rogue attack, Nara crosses paths with Alpha Kael Draven-a powerful, ruthless leader known for his strength... and his curse. The moment their eyes meet, the mate bond snaps into place with a force that shocks them both.
Kael rejects her instantly.
A weak mate is the last thing he wants.
But as he walks away, the bond does not break.
Instead, it burns.
Soon, strange things begin happening around Nara-her wounds heal too fast, shadows move when she panics, and wolves who once mocked her now fear her. Whispers spread. Someone demands her capture. And Kael, the Alpha who tried to reject her, suddenly can't stay away.
As an ancient prophecy resurfaces, Nara learns she is the last descendant of a lost bloodline-one powerful enough to break Kael's curse... or unleash a darkness even he cannot control.
Now hunted by enemies, betrayed by those she trusted, and torn between the Alpha who wounded her and the destiny she never wanted, Nara must rise from weakness to strength.
Because Kael's life is tied to hers.
Her power is awakening.
And the bond that was meant to be broken might be the one thing that saves them both-
or destroys their entire world.
9.7
"You're not doing this on my birthday, are you?" I asked Quinn, my eyes covered in tears as I watched him glare at me with disdain. "You aren't leaving me dejected after sacrificing three whole years of my life with you!"
"And I'm giving you a life to be free, isn't that way better?" He asked in return, stretching the dreadful file towards me. "Consider this a birthday gift and leave. I'm going to specifically make sure you get all the benefits associated with the divorce."
"You're .."
"Leave Anastasia." He interrupted mildly. "Leave now and say nothing else.. you can have the Ferrari or any of the Estates in Paris as part of the compensation.. just go."
**
Anastasia Beverly thought she had found her happily ever after when she married the successful and charismatic Quinn. But five years later, her dream life is unravelling. Her husband's attention is elsewhere, and his heart seems lost to a ghost from the past-his first love, Veronica Rodriguez.
On what should have been a day of celebration, Anastasia's birthday becomes a nightmare as Quinn comes home late, drunk, and distant. When he hands her divorce papers, her world shatters. Left with no choice but to pick up the pieces, Anastasia discovers a strength she never knew she had. As she rebuilds her life and carves out her own success, she becomes someone that even Quinn can't ignore.
But just as Anastasia rises to prominence, Quinn realises too late what he has lost. Now, he is desperate to win back the woman he once took for granted. But can he rekindle a flame that he extinguished, or is he too late to mend the heart he broke?
9.1
The forest has always been Jackline's only home.
She doesn't remember the palace she was born to, the parents who once held her, or the kingdom that cried for a stolen princess. All she knows are the crumbling stones of an abandoned castle hidden deep in the woods, the whisper of leaves, the growl of distant beasts, and the cold reality of surviving alone.
By day, Jackline hunts, forages, and explores the shattered halls of the castle swallowed by ivy and moss. By night, she curls up under broken rafters and stares at the moon, wondering if anyone, anywhere, is looking for her... even though she's certain the answer is no. The world beyond the forest might as well be a myth. No one has ever come for her. No one has ever stayed.
Until the wolf.
One fateful day, while tracking signs of wounded prey, Jackline doesn't find a deer or a boar, but a massive black wolf sprawled in the roots of an ancient tree. Its fur is stained with blood, its breathing shallow, its silver-gray eyes blazing with pain and something disturbingly close to human awareness. Every instinct tells her to run. A cornered predator is dangerous. A wolf this big is deadly.
But Jackline recognizes the loneliness in its eyes. The fear of being left to die. It mirrors the ache buried deep inside her own chest.
Ignoring her fear, she uses everything the forest has taught her-herbs, makeshift bandages, secret paths-to drag the heavy creature back to her ruined castle. There, in a forgotten servant's corridor, she creates a shelter. Day after day, she cleans its wounds, grinds healing plants, and whispers calm words to a creature that could end her life in a heartbeat. The wolf snaps and growls, but it never truly harms her. Slowly, it begins to trust her.
When the wolf finally stands again, strong and steady, Jackline expects it to vanish into the trees without a backward glance. Instead, it follows her.
Silent as a shadow, the wolf becomes her constant companion. It pads at her side when she searches for berries, keeps watch when she sleeps, and nudges her hand when her thoughts become too dark. Jackline learns to speak her thoughts out loud-to the forest, to the castle, and to the wolf with the haunted eyes. She tells it her fears, her questions, and the strange emptiness she feels when she thinks about her past.
The wolf never answers, but somehow, it feels like it understands.
For the first time in her life, jackline isn't truly alone.
But the forest keeps its secrets tightly wound, and this wolf is one of them.
Everything changes under the full red moon.
Jackline has seen full moons before: pale and silver, gentle and distant. But this one climbs into the sky like a burning ember, staining the forest in crimson light. The air grows tense and electric; the castle feels suddenly awake, like it's holding its breath.
That night, the wolf could rest. It paces, muscles tight, eyes brighter than she's ever seen them. There's something wild and barely contained inside him, something both terrifying and beautiful. When jackline reaches out to soothe him, he pulls away with a look that almost breaks her-one filled with sorrow and dread, as if he has been waiting for this moment and wishing it would never come.
Under the blood-red moon, the wolf begins to change.
jackline can only watch as bone and muscle twist, fur ripples and sinks beneath skin, and the creature she nursed back to life reshapes into something new. Something impossible. When the transformation ends, the wolf is gone.
In his place lies a young man with dark hair, pale skin marked by faint scars, and the same silver-gray eyes that once watched her from a wolf's face.
He is human. And he's not.
He looks at her like he's been waiting his whole life to be seen.
He knows her name.
From that moment, Jacline's world fractures.
The young man-her wolf-reveals a truth she never imagined. He is cursed, bound to the red moon, doomed to live as a wolf most of the time and return to human form only when blood stains the sky. Hunted by men, feared by sorcerers, and rejected by both humans and beasts, he is trapped between two worlds, never fully belonging to either.
But he is not the only one living in a story shaped by magic and betrayal.
The wolf's curse, he explains, is tied to old magic that once protected a powerful royal bloodline. A bloodline that ruled the kingdom beyond the forest. A bloodline that vanished the day a newborn princess was stolen from her cradle and never found.
The day Jackline disappeared.
Piece by piece, the life she thought she knew crumbles. The ruined castle she calls home is more than a random shelter-it once housed the loyal guardians of the royal family. The forest is not just a wild, dangerous place-it's a barrier of living magic, hiding her from those who would use or destroy her. Jackline is not simply a forgotten girl who happened to survive.