Carmilla Carmine Feet の小説・ストーリー

She smells like honey and cinnamon. As I finish my speech I walk towards her avoiding some people trying to talk to me. She has her back turned to me. But she feels me, I can see all her body hair getting up. She feels my presence towering over her. Like a scene from a film, she turns around and looks up at me. Our eyes lock and I feel it. I need her. My wolf is agitated. I take in everything about her, her almond shape green eyes and her tanned skin, she is short I’m going to say about 5’5. As I am 6’8. She has curves and her hips are big like she could carry all the pups in the world. Her legs are full and perfect. I can see her getting uncomfortable with my stare and covers her tummy with

Katy will find her mate, and we will have family barbecues and dinners. Everything will be okay. I felt something tickle my leg, so I glanced down. A stream on crimson red ran down my leg and into the drain. I couldn't breathe.

"Zuri, over here!" Carmilla waved enthusiastically, though she didn’t need to—I’d spotted her through the window the moment I’d stepped out of my car. I slid into the chair across from her, my hands trembling slightly in my lap. There was no denying Carmilla’s beauty—she was like something out of a dream. Fair skin, wavy blonde hair that spoke to her American heritage, almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate pointed nose. Her lips were painted a deep plum red, and faint freckles dusted both shoulders.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

She was dressed in a short, black mini skirt with a high slit over her left thigh. I could occasionally catch a glimpse of the diamond-trimmed garter she was wearing. Her heels were spiked with a gold tip and fringe that swayed off the back of her heels as she walked; she wore only a black jacket, with a lace, push up bra beneath. The jacket allowed me a beautiful view of her body. Her eyes were closed, and the car was silent as we presumably traveled home.