Adventurer Male Fantasy Outfits Novels & Stories

He frowned as he caresses under my eyes. “You look so tired” he said as I smiled. “I was just worried” I said as he nods still frowning. “I’m sorry for worrying you princess,” he said as I shook my head. “What mattered is that you are safe and here,” I said as he laughed. I moved back and looked at him, smiling. Now that he is dressed differently he looks anything but human. He had on a long jacket like shirt with gold chains hanging from one side to another. There was also cold shoulder armor on both sides and a similar design golden color design. There was a sword on back of his shoulder and also a weird looking weapon on hanging from his left hip.

Eyes tightly shut I listened to his rapid breathing as he began to fumble with the buttons of my shirt. My shirt came open and I cried out in disgust and repulsion as I felt his hands squeeze down upon my bra encased chest. Just then as my eyes had started to open I heard the sound of what I took to be bone breaking. The groping hands on my chest fell away completely even as my eyes now flared wide open. In shock, I stared into the eyes of a very wild looking man. He was no aged, decrepit old man to be sure, but instead had the look of a man at home in the forest. A very wild forest.

For example, the Knight Division, I’ve decided for them to still maintained a little bit of their plates armor for a part of their Uniform. After all, Fantasma is a fantasy world and I wanted to stick with the theme, beside it looks rather good anyway. The most flashy uniform of all, I supposed is the Mage Division, not only they have a palette colour of blue and white, but they also have a short cape on their right shoulders and also naturally a standard issued military grade wand on their hips. These fulfill my imagination of how a modern military Wizard should looks like.

But, embarrassment seems to be my way of life, so of course, my dreams would also be. I can’t help but check him out. The man or …fairy man? Those ears are so distracting, and he has three piercings with tiny silver hoops along the back rim near the top. Okay, so he's definitely a fairy, and he has thick, black hair in an artfully messy, short style, a dark complexion, and a five o clock shadow over a sculpted face, with a strong jaw and perfectly straight nose. His blue eyes seem to glow within all that darkness. The silver has disappeared now. That's weird; I liked it. His full lips are wickedly curved. I suppose he's amused with my perusal. He looks a lot like a sexy Latin man but with po

I cried "That was before you arrived, now do you want to go shopping or not"..he said "Shopping".. I screamed "Stop screaming"...he said "Stop whining"..I said "Whatever".. He said I had a lot of fun, Jake bought a lot of clothes, shoes and sadly makeup. He said a lady needs it to look more beautiful blah blah blah. We took a lot of photos and generally he's the best except the jokes part and also the teasing don't tell him that. He's the best.

The man at the front, who had just spoken, looked to be in his twenties, but it was unforgettable. His figure was even taller than that of an adult man. And all cultivators present were wearing magic robes with defensive power. However, this man only wore a linen shirt casually, revealing his strong chest. The linen shirt was tied casually with a straw rope. At this time, with a sweep of his Caspian’s and Divine sense, he immediately found that the man was wearing a linen shirt without any formation. Although the materials he used were extremely rare in the mortal world, they were the most common in the world of cultivators.

He was broader though, clearly a hugely powerful man with a large chest and enormous torso that almost filled the passage between the library shelves. “Where’s your dress Cinderella?” he said with a broad grin and I realised I was not looking my finest. Hair in a loose bun, leggings and a sweatshirt were not a good look compared to the finery this guy was sporting. He wore a crisp white open shirt, boots, and the typical black cloak but his was much more impressive. His cloak revealed intricate gold weaving of wolves and constellations held together by a brooch of gold and pearl. It was beautiful and I knew I wasn’t standing in front of a regular Beta. “I’m Helena, I only arrived here a coup

He wore a luxurious-looking navy silk robe he hadn’t bothered to pull closed over the sort of male underclothes that clung black and tight to acres of his taut thighs, making him look like a heart-stopping combination of an underwear model and a king. Addison’s mouth went dry. It was one thing when he swanned about in his five-thousand-pound suits. It was another when he wore what passed for casual attire, all of which seemed to emphasize his athleticism, his masculine grace. But this… This was entirely something else. This was a fantasy come to life. Her fantasy, in fact. Suddenly, Addison was acutely aware that she was hardly dressed, that the silk pajamas caressed her skin with every brea

The tall, muscular, and agile male walked straight to his throne. He was dressed in his full regalia, a leather brown skin coat with matching slacks. Black leather boots with a large silver medal belt, sat on his waist signifying his ranks. A huge metal helmet with matching breastplates, and a long sword satchel attached to his hips.

I chose a dark blue and a red tunic dress, paired with some thick, sturdier black leggings and proper boots. When Ivan walked out my jaw dropped. Gone were the sports clothes and basic vests. He wore a white shirt open in a v-shape with string laced through like he was a pirate adventurer. He wore black thick cotton trousers and leather boots. He seemed uncomfortable in the garment, from my dressing room I watched him study the mirror with a firmly set face. He looked magnificent. Every inch the Beta Warrior, even with the strapping of his shoulder visible.