Novel & Cerita Amputee Fantasy

But even my early morning feelings of guilt could not cloud the emotions that were raised in me by my night- time fantasies, which, as you will read, were hardly 'mainstream'! One of my first fantasies was where I was taken prisoner by a tribe of beautiful Amazons. They dragged me to their camp and stripped me naked before tying me spread-eagled between four stakes. They tormented me by whipping my exposed body; my chest, my legs and of course my cock and balls. And as they whipped me my cock grew harder and ached to be released.

Closing my eyes, I still see him; his shoulders all tight, his hand firm and steady, his eyes on me, and the way he said "Come in." The hell, I didn't know fulfilling a fantasy could feel this good. But I do now, and you can bet... I plan to be the kind of neighbor who always returns what she borrows... plus interest (wink).

Apart from that bleeding they had stopped from coming out of his mouth, his left and right legs looked mangled as though they had been crushed into a pulp. “We can,” Joel said quietly. Mary looked up at the sound of his voice. His tone matched the crestfallen expression she saw on his face-pain. Then she saw him tapping his hands against his legs and understood. He thought about what would happen to the man if he woke up and realized that his legs were gone. Would he hate himself and wish he had died? Mary has been in the same situation once. She had amputated the legs, it being the only way they could stop the infection from eating up the whole body. But when the man had woken up, he had re

Even if she had one less leg, her presence was still majestic and overbearing. When Alex had amputated her leg earlier, the technique used was very peculiar. She saw it for the first time in her life. Alex had used the Zharvakko talisman to draw a blood talisman. The amputation process was similar to dismantling a machine. The flesh-cutting technique was also very impressive, and not much blood had been shed. Thus, Jade anticipated Alex’s medical skills as well. Who would be willing to lose one leg? “But, Commander, how can you let this brat take your leg away?” Pedro’s expression twitched. He felt that this scene was ridiculous.

It was as if she was getting stabbed in the heart with a sharp dagger each time she remembered how Nikjin ripped her mate apart like a piece of rag. “You cannot continue like this, Edvana,” said Cheyenne softly. “Please, drink this herbal brew I made for you. It will give you strength.” “For what?” She asked, and was surprised to hear how strangely her voice sounded. It was as if someone else was speaking through her. Was that Edvana’s voice or was it hers? “I know you feel as if you have nothing more to live for but you have to remember that the rest of your mate’s family are still in captivity, most importantly, the Prime Alpha. There is yet hope,” said Cheyenne, soothingly.

I hugged her and took the bowl from her. “Hey, mama. How’s the leg?” Emery got her left leg amputated during the last pack attack. Surprisingly, my father got the faery doctor to craft one for her. “It’s a bit weird, but it's starting to feel more natural.” “That’s faery magic for you.”

"This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just got me excited." "You took the part that you wanted, dumped the non-consensual crap aspect of it and made it your fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. It was neat seeing what goes on in that head of yours. Shane added it to the list, by the way." Shamira actually laughed. "He would." "It must've been strange having your deepest fantasies satisfied like that. And what was that at the end?" Shamira covered her face. She hadn't figured out what that had meant yet. "You mean when it turned into . . . you know --"

she said with a soft half-smile and I felt the edges of my lips lift up, "and get rid of that damn black hole." It took me an entire hour to get ready. The shower had washed almost all of my makeup so I just took it all off and then reapplied it. Kate watched as I went through the painstaking process of concealing all my scars. The tears in her eyes would rise at certain moments but she tried her best to look away before I caught her. She wasn't very successful because I could feel the searing pity in her gaze every time she did. Once the makeup was done, I attached the robotic foot amputation that had been developed especially for me. It was capable of life-like movements and it allowed me

Wayne sighs, “They ate most of the tissues and even through the bone. I promise you; I didn’t have a choice. It’s rare that limbs need to be amputated but, in this case, we had no choice.” Ryan puts his hand on my shoulder, “It’s okay Maddie. He’s going to be okay. He’ll still be able to shift he’ll just need to adjust.” I nod and Caleb smiles, “We can also talk to Peak Mountain Pack. They have a specialist that makes prosthetics. It’s going to be okay.” I finally release the breath I have been holding and sob. Ryan holds me close and I cry as he pats my back, “He’s okay, Maddie.” He keeps saying. It doesn’t feel real- how could this happen?

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.