Bondage In The Woods Novels & Stories

But even she couldn't stop the ceremony once the magic had started. "This is a mistake," she said coldly, staring at me. "One you will regret." The priestess ignored her and began the binding ceremony. Ancient words filled the hall, spoken in the old language. Magic swirled around Adrian and me, visible as golden light. It wrapped around our joined hands, our hearts, binding us together. I felt every word like a promise being carved into my soul. "Do you, Selene Moonshadow, accept this bond?" "I do," I said.

They don't speak; they watch, breaths heavy, as Elias drags me to a massive oak tree, its trunk wide as two men. He slams me against the bark, face-first, the rough texture biting my palms as he yanks my wrists behind my back. Rope appears coarse hemp that he loops around my arms, binding them tight at the elbows, forcing my chest out. "Spread your legs," he commands, kicking my feet apart. I obey, trembling, the gown riding up my thighs. The pack murmurs approval, their eyes gleaming through slits.

The ropes held her wrists, forcing her to take every brutal inch as the fire warmed their joined bodies. “Take this cock, Lila. This is what cabin fever does, turns sweet hikers into rope sluts.” His voice was low. “So tight. So wet. Gripping me like you never want me to leave.” “Harder! Argghhh… just like that! Fuck me deeper, Kane! Use me!” Her moans echoed off the log walls, unrestrained and desperate. The light bondage amplified everything, she couldn’t touch him, couldn’t control the pace, completely at the mercy of his powerful thrusts.

-He moved into the woods outside of the courtyard- Jasper says out of breath Another loud howl sound through the woods, this time much closer, as I leap over a downed tree propelling myself faster. I can feel the pull of the mate bond, almost like a bungee cord pulled too tight. The only way to find relief from its pull is to be by his side. A giant boulder stands between me and the wolves on the other side and I bound up onto it and skid to a stop in horror.

“Turn and let me see the view from the back.” It appeared Libby might argue, but she swiveled her hips, tossed her head and twirled around. “Holy mother. That’s the sexiest damn sight I’ve ever seen.” The leather hugged her legs. The cut of the chaps highlighted her rounded, naked ass. The thick strap spanned the curve of her lower back and brought to mind bondage games he’d salivated over in p**n flicks, but hadn’t thought he’d ever get the chance to try. He’d like to tie her up. Bind her hands in all sorts of tempting ways—above her head, behind her back, in front where the ropes would rub against her—

Within more pushed, his lips slide down to where her gloomy breasts are, loosing all obstacle that prevent him not to get through. Bianca, who feel her breasts was almost reveal to the beast man, couldn't allowed that to happen but keeps on fighting to get him off her top... she tried kicking off her legs against him, only end up powerless, he used his muscle long legs to captured her fighting legs against the wooden legs of the table. "Why be so restless my little angel" his words drives with erotic desire, fell slowly on her ears,

Witches and vampires that were captured were bound, gagged, and sat up against several trees. Grabbing onto Creed’s arm, I looked at the vampires still awake and watching us intently. “They can’t break out of those bindings,” Annan stood beside me. “Remember, dogwood is impossible for them to break. They will come back to the palace and stay in the dungeons until we figure out if they know anything.” I hummed, watching part of Orion’s army continue with their duties.

But the noose had strapped this spirit so tightly that there was no way to escape. Wikanya tried to reach for the woman’s body on the bed. She only hoped that once she had owned this body, she would be freed from this hunt. ‘No use’ No matter how hard you try to resist, it’s useless. The power of the lasso that no soul is free from bondage makes it impossible to escape at will. Wikanya was dragged to the front of the gates of Hell. The heat from within was emitted until it was felt. Both arms were strapped with nooses, but she tried to hold on to the edge of the door. She glanced at the light that appeared on the young lady’s body.

Lucas grinned, already unzipping, his thick shaft springing free, veined and heavy. Ryan grabbed the coil of rough hemp rope from his pocket, yanking Zoe's arms behind her back. He looped it tight around her wrists, binding them crossed at the small of her back, then wound more strands up her arms, cinching her elbows together until her tits thrust forward, nipples hardening against her thin tank top. 'You wanted this, didn't you? Our little fucktoy for both of us.' Zoe whimpered, nodding, her pussy already soaking her panties as Lucas gripped her hair, forcing her mouth open.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.