Angel Dust Chest Fluff Novels & Stories

Although she looked classy and well-dressed, the prices of the clothes were incredibly cheap. Sir Ares huffed stubbornly. “Your skin is sensitive since the seasons are changing nowadays. That’s why I bought you clothes made of silk. I won’t worry as much if you wear them around.” Angeline said, “My skin is sensitive. The material of the clothes isn’t the problem.” Sir Ares said, “The doctor said that the clothes could’ve irritated your skin as well.” Angeline conceded to him. “Stop talking about it. The children are all here.”

She watches me the entire time, panting, her legs shaking with anticipation. When they’re drenched, I pull them free from her tight pussy and raise her with one hand while I press it against her ass with the other. “Ready, Angel?” She nods, closing her eyes in bliss as I slowly start to push them in, making her feel every bump as they get gradually bigger and bigger, until her ass is full and the ring sits proudly between her cheeks. I lean back and bite my lip as I stare. “Fuck, you should see this, it’s goddamn pretty. I think I’ll buy you a plug next.”

CHAPTER 13 Selah Dorne stepped out of the shadow like she’d been standing there the whole time—like the chamber had been built for her entrance. Her dress was pack-white, the kind worn at ceremonies and funerals. Her hair was pinned with silver. And her hand rested on her stomach with practiced tenderness. She smiled at me. Not a friendly smile. Not even a victorious one. A smile that said: you’re late. “Aria,” Selah purred. “You always did walk into rooms like you owned the air.”

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

The dress bodice is intricately embroidered with floral lace that extends to the shoulder. The dress flowed freely from the waist down to the floor in soft, flowing layers that moved beautifully with every step taken by Aster. A high slit that extended from Aster's thigh added a hint of allure, revealing just enough. Under the warm light, Aster appeared pure, lovely, fragile, and innocent; her beauty made one's heart race and made one have the impulse to protect her. Yet it was as if casting one's eyes on Aster too much might stain her pureness. Aster's hair fell to her shoulders, making her appear more gentle and pitiful, capable of stirring every man's heart.

My knees almost buckle beneath me at the sound of my Angel's powerful voice. "The fuck are you, bitch?!" Angel's impostor screeches in fury, finally stepping away. But I did not even notice her, all I see is my queen. She stands next to Ash, her long silver hair is even longer than earlier, she is wearing black leather pants, tucked into boots, but it is her shirt that catches my attention. It is mine. She is wearing my shirt. I feel my eyes water as the memories of our time together flow through my mind.

she murmured, more to herself than to me. “I’ve already done it,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded too steady. She came forward with the box Wesley had left earlier. She flipped it open without a word. Inside: a necklace like moonlight and stormlight braided together—diamonds and platinum, cold and glittering. It didn’t just match the dress. It ruled it. Angela stepped behind me, lifting it carefully. Her fingers brushed my neck, but it wasn’t that soft. There was something clenched in her jaw.

I tell him, frowning as I watch dust particles drift to the floor. My father walks out of his office, looking at my mother. “What’s in your hair?” He asks, scrunching up his nose. “Elf dust.” She tells him proudly. “So, I guess the threat has been nullified?” “Disintegrated.” Aunt Angel says as Uncle Liam comes to stand behind her with a similar look of disgust on his face as he looks her over. “You need a bath, love.” He tells her. “Want to wash my hair?” She asks him coyly. In an instant, she’s over his shoulder and he’s turned around heading back to their room as she giggles like a young girl.

The silks were said to absorb whispered longings and carry them to the winter spirits, cleansing the heart before the solstice’s final nights. Elara drifted through the silken maze beside Lyra, her crimson robe now exchanged for a sheer silver slip that clung to every curve and left nothing to the imagination beneath. Her pussy was a slick, ruined disaster. Kaelen’s repeated heavy loads from the Luminous Hearth and every encounter before had left her constantly full, puffy, and leaking. Every sway of the drifting silk made the thick cum squelch inside her, coating her swollen folds and making her clit ache with filthy, guilty need.