Ally Doll Novels & Stories

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I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

(Sapphire Daniel Miller) I walk fastly and covering the distance between the lawn to the wedding hall. The first person who met me is Doll; Dhani (Davis's daughter). Dhani see me and literally jumped on me I laugh and engulf her small body in my arms. I laugh and look at her big eyes. Doll is growing up so fast. She is seventeen years old and looking beautiful with her dimples. She is wearing an Indian dress, pink colour long skirt with long scarf. Everything was pink and I scrunch my nose. Girls and their fetish on colour pink.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

The girls cheered when I stepped inside and dropped my coat, revealing the full slutty look. “Finally! Our little virgin slut made it,” Sasha laughed. We started with truth or dare, wine flowing fast. It turned filthy within minutes. Cici got dared first. She picked up a thick, realistic ten-inch rubber dildo, lubed it generously, and straddled it right in the center of the circle. I held the camera on my phone, recording every second as she sank down onto it with a loud moan. “Oh my god… it’s so deep,” she gasped, the bulge visible in her lower belly when she took it all. She rode it hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing freely.

I say, not backing down. “Try better next time, doll.”

"Then, what is it? Don't you like this gift? Mom and Dad were worried you'd grieve for too long, so they had this custom-made overseas. Belle once said girls like these things." I lowered my head and wiped my eyes before looking at them gratefully. "No, I really like it. It's just as pretty as Isabelle. It just… reminded me of her." The moment I took the doll, I met those black, shadowy eyes again. It felt as if they were staring straight at me.

"I picked it out special." His jaw clenched. "I remembered you like lace. You saw it, right? Her lace-hem skirt? I bet that would feel good lifting up, wouldn't it. I remembered you like it in black, too." He continued to say nothing. "The top I had to make do, but the silk's not bad. What shade is that, steel blue? Looks good on her, I think. She's got nice tits." Dolly patted him on the chest and pushed past him as well with a refreshed sigh. "That's for making me wake up at eight, by the way. Next time, push it back to ten and after, and I won't make you have to hide a hard-on all day."

Jimmy blushed. "Whoever you are and wherever you are from, I must introduce myself to you. I am Nylian, the Duke of Vulas," he politely bowed to him and gently kissed his cold hand. "Welcome to Fantasia."