Chimera Kitten Novels & Stories

My breath caught in my throat as my stepfather’s finger grazed my chin, “I want you,” I whispered, “And I can't help it any longer.” Then he slowly brushed his thick thumb across my slightly parted lips, I gasped, whimpering under his touch. “You are my daughter, Kitten,” his throat gulped. “You are placed under my care.” “Stepdaughter,” I drew closer, this time his breath was hot on my face. “This is wrong,” he managed to say, struggling to hide how obsessed he had become even though he couldn't keep his hands away. I pushed myself up on the tips of my toes so I could reach his lips. “Stop me if you don't want this, step daddy,” I said, my lips grazing his slightly, his breath

NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.”   I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.”   Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with m