Naked and exposed, the girls press closer, bodies slick with want, breaths mixing in a shared rhythm. But the timid one drops to her knees, onto all fours, baring her secrets. She starts to bleed, spilling faster than it should. It deepens, it darkens, it spews with violence. But what the bleeding doesn’t do, is stop.
Gush is an upcoming insanely graphic and sapphic, erotic horror story!
Saniyah didn’t want to attend Lucas’ party, and she sure as hell didn’t want to get chosen for a kiss. But Lucas doesn’t want to stop there, he wants to give her some ”juice” and bring her upstairs. His friends won’t let her leave, and he assures her that the screams she hears upstairs from the other girls, is nothing more than sexy fun. She’s forced to drink the “juice” and she’s dragged upstairs with him, afraid of what she’ll find out is wrong about his party.
A sensual horror story that will make you feel the peer pressure you did when you were young, and the sick aftermath.
Violet wants what every young girl her age wants, to leave her house. More specifically, the boundary put around it to protect her from the devils. She can’t leave without subjecting herself to their mind control and lust. There’s only one problem. Her cult warned her of rule #3, don’t have orgies with guiding spirits, doing so could lead to catastrophic events to which we know not of.
Events like orgasms…
An upcoming cult dark romance with comedic bible parody passages #loekgraves
“So she wanted to be your little d***toy.” I joke. “How cute.” I take a long hit of sage and let out a long exhale while admiring his work. “ What did you do to her?”
“Once she was tied up I cut her up from her legs. I licked up the blood from her body and watched her shake in fear. She begged me not to make it hurt but of course that just excited me more.”
“What did she taste like?” I ask.
“Like a sweet carrot puree.” He throws me a shovel.
The tree vines, angstly clamming up in desperation. Dry bark and rough feelings of the tension in its branches. Every leaf scatters every which way, bursting with constant thrashes of leaves.
“So where is she?”
“She’s been dripping in your coffee for the past twenty minutes.”
Dahlia has a big crush on the most notorious man in Vegas, Elliot Kross, so she finds her way into his sex club. She’s a bit shy at first, so he invites her to come back for a private audition to be one of his dancers. When she arrives, the door is unlocked, Elliot is nowhere to be found, and the club is dark, quiet, and cold. What she finds inside will make her wish she never messed with him to begin with, and not just because he’s married…
An upcoming age gap erotic horror story
She wears the color of paper stains and dying sycamore leaves. The last glow of sunlight before darkness swallows the living. Beneath her surface flows murky streams of green – every pulse, every twitch, begging for its end. The portals to her ecstasy are marked like bruises, the scent so sickengly sweet. She is crowned in cobwebs that trickle at a touch. Their traps let out to entangle me. But my favorite thing, two glass beauties that cut through burial grounds of souls, crying to be released from their pain. The way they look at me, welling up with remnants of desire, each drop to an abyss that never ends. A tarnished doll to be taken from the shelf. You Dahlia, need no distortion.
-Elias
Their love language? He bleeds on her shards while she gets high on his nectar…
Leera, the living doll, has a blood soaked heart. She wants her idol, Enzo’s approval. But he continues to use her for his selfish gain, just to make her squirm. She’s willing to endure his sadistic humiliation and terror, not knowing what will be left of her when he’s done.
Leera
Betchu couldn’t go a day without tryna give me some sort of redirection. Your ego is swole’.
Enzo
Aw, that’s cute. I bet you won’t go a week without needing my approval, cum bucket.
Sick Punt follows a living doll made of amber and her bully fwb. Told in a vignette style, this story is gothic fairytale meets erotic horror. Fans of Tim Burton will love this story, it carries the whimsy we miss from childhood but made darker, spicier, and all grown up. Features a living doll, an eboy, shadows, spiders, ecovampires, liminal spaces, blood play, magical cum, and more.
Debuts 2026. Stay up to date on X, Tiktok, Instagram, YT Use the hashtags #enzoreign #sickpunt
Note from author:
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“You’re so easy.”
I shudder at his touch as he blows gently in my ear and places kisses on my neck. He lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“What are you-”
Before I can finish those words, I am hovering over the ledge. My heart is heavy as I stare at the people below me; they appear as one uniform slug, a block party under the bridge.
“Let me go!” I say.
“As you wish.”
His hand releases from my thigh and I feel myself slipping. My body trembles as I close my eyes; tears roll down my face. The wind rushes through my lungs and my hair floats above my ears. He grabs me by the ankle as I let out a scream.
“Let me up okay. You’re crazy.”
Dying for her is easy. Loving her is the hard part.
She needs reassurance like she needs air—smothering. And you will do anything to give it to her. Anything. But promises come at a price.
Rituals should never be performed. Lovers shouldn’t be enmeshed. But no matter how much you kill yourself for her, she never feels safe.
Now, the love is a fever, spiraling into a violent sickness. Losing you would kill her but keeping her is far worse than death.
A short, brutal horror story about love, madness, and needing someone way too effing much.
