40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “Easy, sweet Esmeralda.” Adam said soothingly, caressing her hair and face as she wept. “The blood of your virginity will cleanse the land, and the infusing of our seed shall save our kind.”

  “Oh, Adam… the pain… I’m… I feel faint.” She sobbed, her nails raking at his thick thighs and rock hard belly.

  “The pain shall pass, sweet one.” He wiped away her tears. “And the pleasure that will replace it is forever.”

  He rose up and steadied her, holding her against his body, her arms circled around his waist and her face pushed to his deep chest. She felt the heat of his thick cock pressing between her breasts as Kane began to slowly move in and out of her. His thickness filled her senses, making the pain and the pleasure a heady combination warring inside her. Kane’s large hands dung into her soft buttocks as he increased his rhythm.

  As the pain receded, she felt the pleasing aspect of her pussy being filled take over. Kane moved his hips like a talented dancer, gently slapping against her buttocks with every thrust. Adam released his hold on her and moved back, letting her gently slide off him until his cock bobbed before her face. She didn’t waste a moment, grabbing the base of his thick organ in her right hand and propping herself up on her left elbow. He pushed his pelvis forward, inviting her salivating mouth. She clamped her soft lip over his hardness once more, savoring the taste of his arousal.

  Impaled on two thick pulsing shafts from either side, Esmeralda’s body quivered with several amalgamations of impulses running amok through her. Her pussy and her throat were stretched to the limit and yet she wanted more. She clenched down on Kane as he slammed away at her from the back, slapping her ass with his large hand, every alternate stroke. Adam held her face, one hand under her jaw and the other over her head, and pumped his foot long tool in and out, his balls slapping her drool soaked chin. She caressed his balls, making him groan with every thrust.

  She moaned into Adam’s hard cock as her belly wobbled furiously, releasing the pressure into another body shaking orgasm all over Kane’s surging erection. She freed Adam’s cock from her mouth by reflex, arching her back, rearing up and gasping for breath as the orgasm rippled across every strand of sensitivity in her body. Esmeralda dropped her face to the moss covered ground, inhaling the pungent earthiness, making her senses go wild.

  Kane clutched at her like a dog, his hands cupping her small breasts, squeezing hard. He leaned back, drawing her off the ground and over him. With his cock still buried inside her gushing pussy, he fell back, lying down on the ground with her on top on him. Adam moved up, grasping her thighs just under the knees and pushing her legs apart and upward. He grinned at the sight of Kane’s rock hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy as he humped her from underneath.

  “This is it, sweet Esmeralda.” Adam whispered, leaning close to her. “You will bless our kind… with your fertile offering.”

  “Oh, yes… oh, god, yes.” She gasped, in the throes of her orgasm. “This is so good, please don’t stop… more, I want more.”

  “Yes, just as we do.” Adam grinned and rubbed his cockhead against her throbbing clitoris.

  Esmeralda squealed, giggling like a drunken fool. Her body went to new heights of pleasure with a huge cock deep inside her and another teasing her clit. But Adam didn’t stop there. He stretched her pussy lips apart with his hard fingers and pushed his cock in, sliding it up against Kane’s.

  The lithe young woman’s eyes went wide in shock and pain as the second, equally thick and long cock tore into her tight pussy. Two foot long, red hot throbbing cocks lodged snugly into her making her feel as if she would explode. Her breathing became erratic, to the point of her chest heaving and eyes bulging. The two muscular young men sandwiched her between them, their cocks jammed against each other inside her tight warmth. She felt the hardness of their bodies crush her softness, it made her feel more alive than ever in her life. Their sweaty pungency, their searing testosterone made the woman in her bloom to the full.

  She kissed Adam’s face and neck and felt Kane kissing her ears and neck through her hair from under her. Suddenly the two young men moved in unison, rolling to their sides and rising up, with her still squashed between them. She felt another surging thrill go though her as they stood upright with her in the middle. Their cocks slid against each other inside her as they moved and she felt the pain lessen immensely. Her feet barely touched the ground and she felt like she was floating, impaled on the two raging erections inside her.

  The full moon now shone down directly upon them, making the moss and grass on the meadow gleam an eerie silver-green. She felt the two savage hearts of her lovers beating fast against her from the front and the back as the twin cocks pulsed inside her. Kane’s hot breath made her neck skin rise and she heard him grunt. The only sound he had made so far.

  “Aye, my brother.” Adam said, almost in a sepulchral voice. “Let us begin.”

  She sensed an urgency arise in them. Adam held her hips as Kane grabbed her arms, and together they began to move her up and down, sliding her pussy over their rock hard cocks. She heard their breathing grow harder, more feral, almost animal like. She raked her right hand across Adam’s thick upper back and her left over Kane’s tight left butt. Their cocks swelled even thicker, almost threatening to tear her apart. She whimpered as another orgasm reached its crescendo within her.

  Adam and Kane were both grunting and growling like beasts as their hold on her became more savage and rough. She felt a sudden pang of fear of them transforming into the monstrous manifestation she had seen and dreaded before. She looked at Adam, his handsome face was still human, but his hair was disheveled and seemed longer and his eyes gleamed almost red, piercing into her soul. His teeth looked sharper as his mouth twisted in a snarl. She sensed Kane too must have a similar appearance as they fucked her savagely. Her body jerked and buffeted between them as her third orgasm ripped through her, drenching the two cocks ravaging her.

  “Brother, we are done.” Adam’s voice rumbled, more like a rockslide than anything human.

  His brother groaned and the two of them crushed her between them with more passion than they had so far, leaving her breathless. They threw back their heads and roared, ear splitting and bear like. Esmeralda winced, unable to cover her ears with Kane pinning her arms down. Then the two cocks expanded within her simultaneously, heralding the wake of a twin orgasm. Her belly ignited like a furnace as a hot gush of thick goo splashed inside her. She shook hard, every part of her body alive and tormented with pleasure.

  She looked up at the full moon above, crying out words she didn’t even understand herself. Her mind a haze, her body ablaze with sensual bliss, she let herself drift into oblivion, with the fading sounds of her savage, passionate lovers in her ears.

  “You have saved the land and our kind.” Adam’s deep voice brought her to her senses. “You will be remembered as a legend.”

  “Uhh.” She looked around; the pink glow of early dawn streaked across the sky.

  She realized she had passed out during their intense love making and had been asleep since. Adam squatted before her, he was wearing a sort of crudely cut bearskin leggings, but his muscular upper body was bare. She noticed strange tribal tattoos for the first time on him. He looked at her intently, his mouth a grim line on his chiseled face.

  “What happened?” She asked him, still confused over the rush of events of the day before. “Where is Kane?”

  “Kane has gone to tell the tribe elders of this glorious day.” He answered, smiling.

  “But he cannot speak…” She looked at him skeptically.

  “He has other ways to express himself. He is blessed by the Spirits.” Adam crossed his muscular arms over his huge chest. “A part of his gift warned us of the possible desecration of our ancestral land, here at Dark Moon Meadow.”

  “So that’s why you were here… and saved me from those… things.” She took a deep breath.

  “Yes, and it was also foretold that the day will c
ome when the bearer of our salvation shall come from afar… this is that day.”

  “There’s still so much I don’t understand.” She looked around warily. “I came looking to help the poor, oppressed people of Shamrock Bells.”

  “And you have helped them, as you have helped us.” He waved his muscular arm, “…by saving our lands.”

  “How?” She sounded even more confused.

  “It is prophesized that the bearer of a child of two chiefs shall make our kind strong and we will deliver the lands from the plague of the wolves.” Adam stood up proudly. “And by ridding the wolves from here, the settlement of Shamrock will also be spared of them.”

  “Oh, that does sound good.” She said thoughtfully. “But who is the bearer of a child of two chiefs…”

  “Our father was slain by the wolves two moons past.” He said, staring hard at her. “My twin brother, Kane, and I are now the two chiefs of our tribe after his passing.”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 4

  Victoria had expected King Cornelius Salinger to be a brute. He had taken her in trade from her husband King Robert James. King Salinger had threatened both of their lives but settled on holding onto Victoria to ensure that King James would listen to his commands.

  “I will not eat with him,” Victoria screamed as a servant invited her to dinner.

  “Ma’am, it is just dinner.”

  “No.”

  The servant woman made her way back to the dining room where King Salinger was already starting to eat. She explained that Victoria was refusing to come to dinner.

  King Salinger was not familiar with having a woman in his household and he certainly wasn’t familiar with someone saying no to him. He was the King after all. It was absurd that a woman would think she had the right to refuse a King.

  He would not have it. As the King this girl needed to know she had to follow the rules, she had to listen when she was given a command. It was not acceptable for him to be denied a request.

  “You go tell that girl it is an order!”

  He tried not to show emotion, but his anger was still very visible. He could not understand why this woman continued to be rude to him. He had been very kind to her since she arrived in his home. He had given her an opulent room, instead of some dungeon to sleep in. He had given her an assistant to help with her needs and he had even provided her with a seamstress who took her measurements and was making her a new wardrobe.

  King Salinger slammed his fist on the table out of anger as he thought about all the ways he was being kind to this woman. Did she not understand how much worse it could be?

  Upon hearing that the King deemed it an order for Victoria to attend the nightly meal, Victoria reluctantly followed the servant woman down to the large dining area. She did not want to show any kindness toward this man whom had ripped her away from her loving husband. Whatever his political motivations, Victoria thought it a horrible thing to do to a woman. She was prepared to be as difficult as possible so King Salinger would want to send her back to her rightful home.

  “Miss Wentworth your highness,” the young woman introduced Victoria as she entered the great dining room.

  “King Salinger Sir,” Victoria bowed as she sat in a chair far away from the King. “I would prefer to be called Misses James as it is the name I took when I married my husband.”

  Victoria did not like that the King felt he had permission to change her name to anything he wanted. She was married and even if her buffoon of a husband couldn’t keep her safe, she was still legally married to him and had taken his name.

  “Does your room not suit you?” The King asked.

  “It is adequate, yes.”

  “Does your servant woman not treat you right?”

  “She does, yes.”

  “Then why do you defy me so!” The King stood up and yelled in anger.

  Victoria was not use to being around a man with such a temper. She instantly flinched and closed her eyes. Although, King Salinger had not set his hand on her in anger at all; Victoria feared that was his intention. Her husband, King James, had a mild manner about him and was very gentle. He tried to be kind toward all and would never raise his voice at someone.

  The King saw her flinch and instantly sat back down. He did not understand this girl and it drove him nuts that she constantly defied him, but he did not want to hurt her. Seeing her flinch like that made him nauseous, he would never hurt a woman. Never!

  In fact, the opposite was true of his thoughts of Victoria.

  King Salinger wanted to touch her so gently that she would choose to stay with him forever. Her porcelain white skin was enchanting to the King and he constantly fought his urges to reach out and let his rough hands feel the smooth touch of her body.

  He often found himself wishing that she would let her blonde locks of hair just hang down so he could admire them. They were wavy and enticing and he still remembered what they had looked like the night he came to King James bedroom and stole her away from him.

  “I’m sorry King Salinger,” Victoria said as she kept her eyes fixated on the ground.

  “You don’t have to be sorry girl! Just eat some food!”

  His anger always got the best of him around women. It was impossible to see inside their minds and know why they made the decisions that they did. The King sat in silence and watched as Victoria took a few very small bites of food and continued to avoid looking at him.

  After about twenty-minutes of silence the King became too frustrated. He got up from the table and stormed out of the room.

  It was exhausting trying to deal with a woman like Victoria.

  The King went to the kitchen. He waited for one of the servants to join him in there.

  “Why won’t she eat?”

  “Sir, I do not know sir.”

  “She will get ill if she doesn’t eat. Find out what food she likes and make it for tomorrow. I will not have her getting ill while here.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The servant quickly returned to Victoria’s side and requested to know the food she would eat. Victoria explained that she liked fresh vegetables and fruits, they were her favorite. She was not found of meats.

  Since the King had already excused himself from dinner, Victoria felt that it was safe for her to finally return to her room. It was exhausting dealing with a brute of a man like King Salinger.

  He was older, probably by at least ten years. Victoria did think he was very handsome though, he was very tall and intimidating. His large muscular build showed how hard he had worked throughout his life. Ireland had been much tougher on King Salinger than England had been on her husband.

  Victoria slowly walked back to her room with a servant walking a few steps in front of her. It was hard to be away from the people she loved. It was hard to constantly be waiting for her husband to rescue her, but no one ever coming.

  As Victoria climbed into bed, she shed some tears as she remembered the kind nature of her husband and his sweetness. He would never yell at a woman like King Salinger had done. He would never have taken a woman from another man at all. Her husband was a kind and gentle man. Nothing like King Salinger.

  She hoped her husband would come soon to rescue her, or at least make some sort of bargain with King Salinger to ensure she could be returned to her home. She needed to get out of that place and back to the people who loved and cared about her.

  ***

  “Tell him I do not need to eat with a brute such as him,” Victoria said when the servant came to her door.

  The servant’s eyes got wide as she tried to reconcile what Victoria was saying. It was not common for a woman to be in their home and it certainly wasn’t normal for that woman to refuse the King’s request to come eat.

  As the servant delivered the news to King Salinger, his face turned red with anger.

  “Fine! Let the girl starve then!”

  He had had enough of t
his woman and her tantrums. If she didn’t want to eat then she could sit in her room and starve for all he cared. He had a whole country to run and could not be distracted by this woman any longer.

  As he continued to eat his dinner the King noticed the food that the servants had placed for Victoria. The fresh strawberries and lettuce looked like it would barely sustain a child, and certainly not a full grown woman. Was that really what she wanted to eat?