Beatrice Hentai Novels & Stories

Asher! She threw off the blanket and got out of bed, only to collapse onto the floor. Her head wasn’t in sync with her desire to be angry. She still couldn’t stand properly. “Shit!” Liz rubbed her head several times, slowly, waiting for her vision to clear. Whatever Asher had given her, it was strong, making her want to kill him even more. How dare that hedgehog touch her and knock her out? Liz sat on the floor for a moment, staring around. The room she was in was Rococo style—filled with flowers and elaborate details. The hotel where she was staying offered standard rooms, which made the room she occupied quite peculiar.

Beta stood near the head of the table, arms crossed. I leaned against the chair, folding my arms. “Talk.” Beta inhaled deeply. “Someone came looking for you.” I raised a brow. “And?” “She wasn’t just anyone, Damien. She was old. No scent, no presence. It was like she appeared out of nowhere.” My eyes narrowed. “A witch?” Beta hesitated. “I don’t know. But she knew things. About Sofia. About you.” My wolf stirred. “What did she say?” I asked, my voice dangerously low.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Won’t I, the younger sister, be at a loss if you don’t help me? In the train of thought, Beatrice looked at her current outfit. She frowned. This outfit was not good. It was too plain. She had secretly observed Alex and gone through his mobile phone. She knew that many photos of mature women wearing black were saved in the image gallery of his mobile phone. This fellow had leg fetishism... She hurriedly took out a bunch of pantyhose and a few pieces of particularly revealing clothing before she quickly got changed in a corner. To her surprise, Alex and Dorothy began to chat.

I want to see his every single move. He's wearing all black - a shirt, pants, jacket and boots. The only different colors are his ivory hair and these weird, light blue eyes. He closes the door and heads toward me. Shit, I'll have to open the door now... As he gets closer, my breath once again picks up and I am a quivering mess. He stops near the bed and towers me, threatening me with this pose. My eyes are fixed on his. I'm not afraid, my mind screams. But my stupid, weak body says different things and I lower my gaze.

I gritted. Silence. Then the shadows swirled and condensed. And she stepped out. Beatrice stood in the middle of my living room like she owned the place, her body wrapped in something black and indecent, torn in places to reveal bare skin and power pulsing beneath. Her eyes were no longer blue. They were black. Not dark—black. Like ink. Like death. A slow, cruel smile tugged at her mouth. “Miss me?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her body shimmered again, and in seconds, she was gone. The shadows swallowed her.

Me and Alex took ours and made our way back to the car. “Hey, did you see the new TikTok Beatrice posted,” Brit says cringing at her phone. “What’s it about?” Alex asked her “Looks like she has a new boy toy” I said cringing at the video. “He got caught right in her web, she’ll eat him alive. I feel really sorry for all the dudes that fall prey to her trap.” “I mean it's what they want” Alex said sipping his coffee.

he mumbled between licks, tears still dripping. Beatrice went next. She pushed him onto his back again, mounting him reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she impaled herself. "Your turn to watch me take him," she taunted Clara and me. His cock, still semi-hard, stiffened fully inside her, and she rode with abandon, her pussy slurping around him. I fingered myself lazily, watching the way her ass jiggled, the sweat beading on her back. Clara joined, rubbing her tits against Beatrice's arm while plunging fingers into her own ass.

I rushed everything so I could be faster; I needed cock skin to touch my pussy hole so bad. “So what? It's like a foursome?” Beatrice sounded nervous. "How I wish Henry and Jack could agree to that.” She added her fantasy but then quickly corrected herself, "Not that I want Jack.” It was funny how she thought after she and I had already seen and explored each other I still minded if Jack and she had sex.

Beatrice said And they continue with the sex. Beatrice keeps moaning hard as Harrison thrusts in and out of her. "Give it to me harder," Beatrice moaned The phone keeps vibrating nonstop. After about 5 minutes of what she considered a good sexual activity. She gets up from the bed and walks naked to the table in the centre of the room to pick up her phone. "You are so…sexy, Beatrice. The sex was great " Harrison said She smiles softly as she picks up the phone,