Anime Lifting Belts Novels & Stories

Heat snakes up my leg then, and my wolf lifts her head in my mind, purring contently. “... Wear it like this,” Fenric's voice reaches my ears. “That way you won't stab your own ankle when walking.” “I’ll be very careful,” I say faintly, my voice sounding like a mumble in my ears. “I know you will,” He replies as he set my leg down from his thigh gently. Then he stands up and reaches behind me, setting the belt around my waist while his warmth envelopes me. His fingers moving quickly, he tightens the belt, clasping the buckle over the right hole without struggle.

1 want you to wear the Japanese belt tonight. ‘Nol’ protested Rowena. “You love it. Why deny yourself the pleasure?’ ‘Because you make it too intense.’ He smiled. ‘Which is what you want, and why you need me so badly.’ He reached into a drawer next to her bed and withdrew the slim rounded cord that fastened with a metal clip within which was a tiny spring. Very slowly Rowena moved towards him and when he fastened it around her she moistened her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue. On the settee next to Harriet Lewis drew in his breath sharply at the look of naked sexuality on his wife’s face.

Margaux eagerly unwrapped the box. Inside lay a jewelry belt, delicate yet striking. It was crafted from rose gold links, each one shaped like a blooming camellia, with tiny rubies nestled in the center of every flower. The chain was designed to drape gracefully around the waist, with a single strand that dipped lower at the front, where a ruby teardrop pendant hung like a finishing note. “I thought it would pair nicely with the necklace,” Freya added casually. Mrs. Fontaine’s eyes sparkled as she held the belt up. “It’s exquisite. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

She stood before him in nothing but her thin undergarments, her skin prickling with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the room's temperature. Nyxios circled her slowly, appraising her form with unconcealed appreciation. From the table, he selected a leather belt with something attached to its back. It was a tail! A fluffy brown tail that matched her hair color perfectly, she realized with horror. How long had he planned this play? "Turn around," he ordered. Gritting her teeth, Patrina obeyed. His cool fingers brushed against the small of her back as he fastened the belt around her waist. The tail hung down between her legs, soft fur tickling her calves.

When lilac twilight spread over the fortress and hung in the corners like grayish shadows, Lesana was finally girded and released from the chambers of the dejected leader. Instead of a student's dress, the amulet was now wearing the clothes of a warrior, belted with a wide heavy belt, which, surprisingly well, grabbed her thin waist. In unusual attire, the girl still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that the novelty of a black shirt made of good quality linen, a leather top with short sleeves, pants, and the belt itself was too noticeable.

I felt her fingers braid two thin strands and pin them to the back of my head effortlessly. "Alright, girls, help her into her dress. Arte, your eyeliner is still wet, so keep your eyes closed," Ayame instructed sharply. I felt hands help me up, and I opened my mouth, "But my underwear-" I protested, quickly shut down by Ayame, "Silly girl, this dress would only be ruined by underwear lines. Besides, I know your body well enough to promise you that you're going to blow everyone's mind in this dress. No one will even know you're commando, I got nipple patches for you!" She exclaimed in a chipper tone. On que, I felt her slap the nipple patches on me and I sighed, feeling way too exposed.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

Shuddering, I put it down, wondering why and exactly who would buy something like that. “It’s for chastity, Princess.” My eyes drifted towards him, his fingers trailing over the other belt like thing which had a heart cutout at the front and locks at the bottom. He smirked at me and said, “They have one for naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” My throat felt dry. Licking my lips, I asked, “W-why would anyone buy it though?” “It’s a kink. Staying in denial after edging and giving the control to their partner.”

It is what I am supposed to do but I cannot take that step knowing she is asking intimacy. With deliberate slowness, I reach for the buckle of my belt. My fingers move with practiced ease, unfastening the intricate clasp that hold the wide leather belt securely around my waist. The belt, adorned with a silver buckle and symbols of my authority, slides free with a soft, metallic sound. I hold the belt for a moment, my eyes never leaving Yeri's “Come.” She says, sliding her hand off the sleep dress she is wearing. I already know how this would end.

Aunt Akiyama lends me a kimono, at the top it was white and at the bottom it was red, I wore a waist band of the same color, but a little lighter and a golden buckle of a flower; I tied my hair in a low tail with a white ribbon. I'm ready to defeat Satoshi and end this eternal suffering, but.... Will it really be worth it, even if I kill him he won't bring me back to my parents. But I don't want it to be in vain and even less the death of my father that was caused by him. I see Hiroki quite serious posing on the door of our room. He doesn't want to look me in the eyes; I was afraid that the worst would happen, but I'm not alone, I know that if something happens Hiroki will go to look for me