Cora San Novels & Stories

Callan’s shoulders slumped as he let out a huff of annoyance, but his eyes stayed locked on the beautiful woman who had come here to help. “It’s ok, Cora. I understand you want to protect your mate Callan. I know I have been gawking at Ayla, but it’s just, I’ve never seen a nymph before. Your aura is so beautiful.” Callan growled; the sound was guttural, and I felt myself get excited by it. Cora slapped his chest, making his growl end, and my lips curled up in amusement. Callan was a fierce and domineering man who was just silenced by his sweet mother.

Someone that made daddy have to fuck her. When the shame and guilt cleared, Cora finally slid off the island and limped back to her room. Defeated and sore, but well satisfied. Once in her room, she headed straight for her desktop. A few clicks later and she found herself staring at the submission portal. "It's okay. Just six more months, mom. I will be good, I swear. No more boys," she vowed, her index finger clicking refresh three times before she saw it. Finn’s name sat next to hers. Submitted 11:47 p.m.