Beatrice Hentai Novels & Stories

I listened carefully to her words, and I was surprised to hear what she had to say, just like I had suspected Darren had a hand in what was happening. “ That is a good girl, you have done well now it's time for your reward. Take your clothes off,” I watched her strip naked excitedly, and in no time she was in only her underwear. She lay on the bed awaiting my touch, however I casually walked back to the chair and sat down. Beatrice stared at me, shocked by my actions, she tried to speak but could not. I watched her carefully trying to stand up from the bed, yet she could not.

Maria said as she placed her head on Beatrice's shoulder looking for comfort. "Then just be a ghost, then I will give your crush out to Cassandra Cain" Beatrice said and Maria immediately raised her head and glare at Beatrice, "don't you dare to touch my man, and don't mind that fakie before me, she is just to fake and arrogant" Maria said with a cold eye. Beatrice started laughing at her, it was then she realized she had been fooled, Beatrice was just trying to talk her into realizing that she still needs to work.

“Tsk!” Beatrice words that didn’t suggest that she is playing dumb about what he wanted to hear and to talk about to her. But rather her simple surrender, admitting in a foreshadowed way that she is wrong with the fact, already give it up and currently thinking for other things that will not go beyond the organizations rule and wishes. “Let’s cut to the chase shall we, Beatrice?” Hiro’s threat that marks way deep and down with his eyes that is making Beatrice uncomfortable and scared. Fully aware for the facts and things that Hiro can do and might do to her. Which she doesn’t want to think about nor imagine it even a little.

“I’m sorry. Who? No one. Why? Who are you looking for? Who do you suspect is here? “Oh, they’re in there.” Beatrice pushed past April into her suite. “What? I’m alone. What are you talking about Beatrice? Why are you here?” April asked. She stood there in a bathrobe and shook her head. “Look I’m not impressed, and I won’t be intimidated by you.” Beatrice stalked into April’s suite and headed for her bathroom on her low chunky heals. Her shaky hands opened her bathroom, and she entered without so much as a by your leave. “Time to come out whoever you are. You and your tasteless urges.”

“Ahhh! Yes! Ahhh!” Beatrice cried out loudly as her hands gripped the back of the chair tighter. Her ass thrusted upwards and backward as she tried to take Florian’s cock deeper inside of her tight hole. Florian grabbed the sides of her hips before thrusting his cock all the way into her. She cried out his name as he began moving immediately inside of her. His cock stretched and filled her before he began thrusting in and out of her.

My hand closed on the knob and turned, inch by inch. The door creaked open. Tremaine stood not with another woman, but before her mirror. In its glass, a figure looked back—not her reflection, but something else. Someone else. A woman with hair like matted rope, skin the color of ash, nails gnarled like roots. Eyes as black and endless as pits. Filth clung to her like a second skin. She leaned close, her lips curling in a grotesque smile. “You’ve let her live too long. Once you have the stone, kill her.”

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***

Aisha halted upon hearing Duke’s voice. “I know I am always a good babe, so fucking good. Deeper babe! Deeper!” Aisha felt like she was losing her balance, flabbergasted, like something cold directly hit her face knowing who was inside the office. Maybe she was this masochist to herself instead of leaving them both. She slowly opened the office door that exposed her husband lying while his secretary was riding him like a well-known porn star, and you could see through her expression that she was enjoying it. In contrast, her husband is busy massaging its pinkish round big boobs. Tears started to shed in her eyes as to how painful the sight she witnessed at the moment, but still, she avoided

"You just have to come back from your honeymoon, and then you can have your prey." Luca answered in his professional tone. He uses it when he's at work. "Good catch." I can feel a presence behind me. I turned around just to see my beautiful butterfly standing there timidly. "Come here!" I demanded to which she applied. I can smell her sweet lilies' scent hitting my nostrils, sending an electric shiver through me. Even her smell is enchanting. She stands right in front of me so close that I can wrap my fingers in her hair, making a fist and kiss the hell out of her. I want this so fucking just like the air to fill my lungs. As if hearing my thoughts, her cheeks turned red. Cute. My butterfly

"Be a good girl and pull up that shirt and touch yourself. Slip your hand between your legs. I want to watch you get yourself off, angel." Beatrice slowly peels the t-shirt off her skin. Goddamn... she is one of a kind. Every curve, every inch of her is breathtaking. She leans back, knees pulled up, modest and teasing, keeping them pressed together. Her fingers trail over her neck, down her chest, circling the sensitive peak of her nipples, squeezing, drawing a shiver from both of us. The sight of it makes me groan, the tight fabric of my jeans doing nothing to hide how desperately I want her.