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Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale
967·Sweet_wine"Cum now, princess." Zeke ordered as he flicked open the lock on the cock cage around Eli's cock and his body convulsed as the long-denied orgasm tore through him --------- “I need you to—fuck—I need you to hurt me.” There. The silence came. Not shameful. Not violent. Just truth. Zeke ripped the shirt from Eli’s back. Not careless—calculated. His belt snapped once. Eli flinched, eyes wild. “You don't get color,” Zeke said flatly. “You say red, I won't stop. And until I'm sure you're tamed, I don’t care if you beg. You wanted to feel something? You’re going to feel everything.” The first crack of the belt made Eli jolt forward. The second had him gasping. By the fifth, he was moaning. By the seventh, he whispered Zeke’s name like a prayer ---------- “see your little boyfriend beg me to fill him up, now watch me fuck him relentlessly.” “When I'm done with him, I'm gonna come fuck you too, I'm gonna breed you till cum flows down your legs like my very own cum slut that you are.” Eli whimpered in response. Zeke snapped his hips forward in Damien's ass, thrusting in and out fiercely. Damien threw his head back as he frantically searched around him for what to hold to ground himself because the beast buried in his ass was not stopping anytime soon. ---------- Two lovers. Then three. Eventually four. A relationship built on dominance, obsession, and unrestrained desire. No contracts. No safe words. No rules—just raw, brutal fucking. A war of ownership. A battle for control. A dangerous game that turns a dominant into a trembling switch under the right hands. What happens when a dominant with a submissive lover becomes the fixation of another dominant—one with darkness in his veins and sadism in his smile? What happens when the confident, untouchable dom unravels, his hidden masochism dragged to the surface by the only man ruthless enough to tame him? What happens when a discarded, shame-soaked nymph, branded an abomination by her family, falls into the hands of three lovers who have no intention of letting her go—who will worship her, ruin her, and show her that her hunger isn't sin… it's survival? A twisted journey of control, obsession, and raw desire—unfolding across three sinful tales: Loved in the Dark. Fucked into Obedience. Seduction and Sin.
Tainted Desires; Darkness. Demons. Damnation
2.0K·Sweet_wine"You're mine now, kitten," Kane, my master whispers, dragging his tongue slowly from the small of my back to the nape of my neck. He peppers soft kisses along my skin, his breath hot and possessive. With a firm grip, he spins me around to face him. One hand tangles in my hair, yanking it back sharply so my head tilts up to meet his eyes. The strain on my neck and throat is unbearable, but he doesn’t care—he drinks in my discomfort like it’s his lifeblood. His lips crash into mine in a brutal kiss, claiming, devouring, biting until I taste blood. I barely get a breath before he flips me around again. My chest slams against the desk, and the cold wood meets the side of my face as he presses my cheek harshly into the surface. A sharp sting lands across my backside when I try to lift my head. “Keep still,” he growls, spanking me again—this time harder. The pain blooms fast and hot. He trails his fingers along the curve of my ass, teasing between my thighs, grazing the sensitive swell of my clit. He massages the bruises he’s already created, and I know I’ll wear his marks for days. I lose myself in the haze of pain and pleasure, not realizing until it’s too late that he’s bound my wrists behind me. ——— Kane's POV "Beautiful," I murmur. The sight of her—bent over, wrists tied, ass raised, trembling—is a masterpiece. Her skin glows with flushed tension, her breath is ragged, her cries delicious. I can still smell her on my fingers, and it drives me wild. I nudge her legs further apart, admiring the way she opens for me. She's on full display—raw, submissive, exquisite. I pinch her inner thighs, watching her squirm, feeding on her whimpers. Then, I strike. A sharp slap directly to her swollen clit makes her scream. The sound alone could make me come. "Master Kane, I’ll be good… I’ll be good," she chants in broken whispers. I chuckle darkly. It unsettles her—and that’s exactly the point. I grab the flogger, trailing its strands over her back, down to her legs. With a swift motion, I bring it down hard. The crack fills the room. Her body jolts, red lines blossoming instantly on her skin. Again on her ass. Again on her clit. She shatters. Her screams echo off the walls, pure and uninhibited. I don’t stop until she’s trembling violently, voice hoarse, tears mingling with sweat.