Bend Her Novels & Stories

My body responded to hers like it was built for exactly this purpose and nothing else. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself a few times‚ getting fully hard again‚ and she watched me do it with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Bend over‚" I told her. She did. She leaned forward and gripped the top of the seat with both hands and arched her back so deep that her ass pushed up and out toward me like a fucking invitation. The curve of her spine was ridiculous. She looked like something out of a dream standing there like that‚ bent over and waiting for me‚ her thighs slick and her pussy swollen and pink and absolutely ruined from the first round.

She was familiar with breathing exercises and possibly yoga. She rose to her feet and started stretching and rolling her neck. She loosened up a bit before doing a few lunges. She groaned softly as her muscles protested, but she shook it off and continued. I smirked as I watched her in the mirror. “Try bending at your waist. Can you touch your toes?” It wasn’t something she needed to do, but I was curious to see if she would fall for it. She did. She hissed a little, making me feel bad, but the view was spectacular.

She stated as if it was something as simple as drawing a stick figure on a peace of paper. “This is beautiful, Ana.” I praised. She knelt by the water's edge, dipping her hand into the water. “When you have the power to bend earth, you can create a lot of beautiful things.” She stared as she made two pebbles dance around the water top, water followed after them like tails. “You can bend water too I see.” I stated as I walked beside her. She dropped the pebbles abruptly. “Get in, and clean off.” She turned and looked at me with a smirk on her face.

I bit her neck again, more harshly and she gasped. "I'm just fucking sorry." She half yelled and I smirked. I slowly took a seat on the bed. I stopped touching her and she turned to watch me. "Bend down." Her eyes widened instantly as if she was being pulled out of her world of fantasy. "I... should bend?" She blinked. So cute. So adorable. Sometimes I forget how innocent she was. "On my leg." I said. She said nothing, just staring at me as she bit my lips. "What are you going to do to...?"

Bane grunted as his hungry eyes swept over her body. “No, I’m trying to get you to fuck me,” she told him and slowly got up from the bed and moved towards him. Making sure to sway her hips as she walked, making the harness dance over her chest. Bane looked like he didn’t know if he should grab her or run. “I won’t break, Bane. I am all better.” As she said that, his eyes flickered down to the dressing on her side. It was like a big bandaid.

"Have none of you called your magic on purpose then?" Stretch raised her hand. "I have, but that's not saying I'm successful every time. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't." Brigid nodded. "Yes, dear. Yours will come with time and training. Although I'm a little surprised it's taken this long for you to reach the nascent stage." Stretch shrank back in Tag's arms. Her eyes clouded over. Her face went slack. Tag nuzzled her hair as he gave the goddess a black look.

“You’re actually allowing yourself to think that you can break for her? the Alpha Darius who refused to bend, is admiring a woman who he does not even know.” “I admire strength,” I corrected, though even I could hear how hollow that sounded. “That’s all. A woman who would not bend the knee to a man is a woman who would be valued. Because the second that she does bend the knee, the second she loves, she does it fiercely.” “No.” She shook her head slowly. “It’s not just strength. She’s getting inside your head, and you don’t even see it. And even worse, if this keeps going, you are going to allow her…”

"Maybe I'll find time to learn from you." Does this mean....she hated me less? "Great!" I picked up a ball and handed it to her. Then I stepped behind her. Clara tensed up against me and I staggered back a little, afraid to trigger a boner I wouldn't be able to hide. Sucking my teeth, I stood behind her and slowly placed my hands on her shoulder. Clara didn't budge, neither did she look back at me. "Bend your back slowly and uncross your legs. It makes movement more flexible."

She reached up with one arm and then bent over to touch her toes—but instead of bending at the waist, she bent her knees halfway and flopped forward like she was trying to become one with the ground. “I think you’re doing it wrong,” I said, trying not to laugh. “No, no, this is how you do it,” she insisted, straightening up with a little too much enthusiasm. Then she bent again, only this time her arm got caught awkwardly behind her back. “Valkyrie,” I said, biting back a laugh, “You’re supposed to bend your legs straight, not like that.” But Valkyrie, ever the trooper, was relentless. She moved on to a strange version of squats, half-lunging and half-squatting, her arms flailing about.

Zara leans in with a big smile on her face. “Hi, Daddy Colby.” My heart soars as Colby wags his tail in my mind. He loves bonding with her and being in her presence. She asked me to shift a few times, and I did, which she thoroughly enjoyed. I guess she’s never had the pleasure before. “Go on, love. What did you need to tell me?”