Elephant Balls Novels & Stories

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood as his lips brushed against mine. The warmth in his eyes made butterflies swarm in my stomach, and I pushed myself up on the balls of my feet to close the distance between us. I knew he must feel the same way I did, that the feelings between us ran deeper than either of us had admitted to. "Ember?”A man's voice made me pull back, and I turned to meet Tristan's eyes…my mate's eyes. They were full of hurt and betrayal. As if he hadn't rejected me when he found out I, a lowly Omega, was his mate. I told myself to never look back, and I won't let him bring me down again, so I averted my eyes. "Ember is no longer your concern. Get lost.” Dex growled, arm around me in a possessive way. His Alpha command making Tristan grit his jaw before the wolf beside him grabbed his arm and pulled him away to prevent him from causing a scene. I pushed down the churning in my stomach and smiled up at Dex, wanting to pick up where we left off, to show him how much he meant to me… how good we could be together, but I froze as he spoke. "No one is looking now. You can take your hands off me." His words washed over me like a bucket of ice water, though they were just low enough that no one else would hear, saving me from public humiliation. Dex pulled himself from my touch, turned, and walked away. Right, I shouldn't have wanted more. I was just his fake mate and needed to remember my place.

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his c**k—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f***s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and c*m, red rooms equipped for flo****g, bo***ge, edging, and total power exchange. Expect gr**ic, immersive scenes of throat-fu****g, a**-pounding, br**ding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

Olive came home one day to find her one and only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone, if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub, and has her one night stand with a stranger. In a turn of events, Liv meets Leo, Lucas's best friend, on campus through an accidnet. unaway of the relationship between the two Liv agrees to hang out with Leo and a group of friends unexpectedly running into Lucas again. Lucas, the billionaire playboy, is determined to make her his, but so is Leo, the sweet and innocent billionaire. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl? With the trauma of the past sneaking into their lives who will Liv choose? Only one of them gets the girl.*********"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me. I bit my lip again as my way of giving him permission. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped at my hips, lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my bottom, while parting my lips with his tongue. I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my rear, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose."

In the heart of Princeton University, nothing is as it seems. There lies secrets that are just beginning to come to light. Just when I thought that my college life would be a walk in the park for a studious student and werewolf like me, life had more curve balls to hurl at me. I became the target and obsession of a mysterious psychopathic mass murderer known as the Red Ghoul. I am an object he desires and the only thing keeping me safe is the wrath of my football Alpha. Meet Eren Blackwood—tall, dark, undeniably captivating, and Godlike handsome. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. He is the football captain and Alpha of the notorious and feared Black Blood pack. He’s every girl's dream and the name that strikes terror into the hearts of his enemies. But for me, he’s something else entirely: he is my protector, my temptation, and ultimately, my NIGHTMARE. Dive into a thrilling and youthful journey of passion and peril where love is a battlefield, and every choice could unleash a dark power neither of us are prepared to face. Get ready for a story that challenges everything you thought you knew about passion, desire, obsession, and danger. This is not just a romance——it's a revelation. ************* "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything" Eren's voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I feigned ignorance of what he was talking about, flipping some pages in my textbook. "Come on. I have all these assignments overdue. Aren't you supposed to teach me something tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach you, Stoneheart." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous.

Casler Oli, lost her mate in a battle between packs, he met him after turning 18 and a week passed, he died, he was a warrior and she’s the youngest daughter of the alpha, she believed that he would survive but sadly, he didn't. Ever since she was a kid she was spoiled by her family. After the death of her mate, they made extra care for her. Her brother, the new Alpha, insists that she would find her second chance mate but she doesn’t want a second chance mate. She prayed each day to the moon goddess if she ever had a second chance mate she wishes to not feel it because the feeling of losing someone might kill her this time. Alpha James Knight, waiting for his Luna for seven years. He attended every Alpha meeting and balls and parties, hoping he would find his mate. He wanted what his parents have, he was loving, and caring not until the moon goddess decided to not give him a mate after waiting patiently for three years. He became a playboy and fuck she-wolves whenever he wanted to. He forgets about love, and every time, his mother tells him about what love would feel like and he would eventually find his luna, also she tells him to trust the Moon Goddess’ plan, he would immediately shut her off. What if the moon goddess give him one? Will he be back to his old self and learns to love again? One day they crossed paths, and somehow opened doors for her powers Will they be able to go back to the person they were before? Will they be able to open their hearts for true love? Will he be able to keep up with her attitude?

Sherry Stephens is the sister of Cherry. She is 18, just like her twin sister. She firecracker, and shy little balls of red! She loves her family, but she has a dark secret! She wants to be punished! She is looking for a dom, and the only guy she thought of is none other than Derrick Jefferson, aka her possessive monster! Derrick Jefferson, the cousin of Wade Jefferson! he is 18 years old! He is the Quarterback at the high school, a popular jock with blonde hair and bright eyes. He likes to control the women, but there is only one he wants to control; she is his firecracker red-headed witch, who will be Sherry Stephens! He found out her secret life! She is a submissive, and she is looking for a Dom for the first time! "Now count! He says," Red 1, (slap),2 (slap),3 (slap) I said with a moan! (slap),4 Oh God! I felt that all the way down to my wet p***y. Please sir! f**k me." I begged him. He chuckled and smacked my a*s harder. I screamed out and moaned. "Get on your knees, no,w baby girl." I lick my lips and bend down on my knees, watching him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Derrick's c**k is popping out of his boxers. I lick my lips, thinking about pleasuring him with my mouth. He pulled out his c**k between the opening of his pants! I am seeing his c**k for the third time! He has it in his hand, stroking it! " Suck, baby girl." Show me how good c**k sucker you are?" I looked up, grabbed his c**k! I look at him with a smile and l*****g my lips, I said. "Your wish is my command!"

"Does my son f*ck you this good? No? Then take this d*ck like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a f*cking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking D*ddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, f*ck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them D*ddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public s*x in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they f*ck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the f*cking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

I was having my lunch break when someone anonymously messaged my relationship consultation account. "The system has decided that I only have seven days before my task's deadline is up. What can I do to keep my wife from dying with me before the world itself kills me?" The text continued, "Will it work if I pretend that I cheated on her to make her hate me?" The comments below were filled with mockery. "God, tell your clickbait elsewhere. You're just going to get your arse kicked here." "Geez, grow some balls and just say you want to get rid of your wife. The world's going to kill you? I swear, these scumbags are getting more creative with their excuses." I was a relationship-based content creator who had made it really big, so a bit like this was not all that strange to me at all. I sneered and answered the question, "Cheating's a total cliche. If you want to kill every bit of love she has for you, destroy the memories she holds close to her heart, deny everything she's ever done for you, and make her think she's a complete joke." I continued, "If you want her to shed not a single tear after you die, you have to drench her very soul in hatred." The guy answered immediately, "Thank you. It's going to break my heart, but I'll have to do this." When I got home that night, my husband, who thought of me as his whole world, tossed our photo album into a brazier. That album had been with us for 10 years, and it was a record of our romantic moments. I stared at his face, but his expression was colder than any winter wind, and my heart nearly stopped beating right then and there.

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.