Crimson Fists Chapter Master Novels & Stories

He then glared at Zephyr. Zephyr was right, it was the Master of the Masters. He was angry. Truly, truly enraged. “Hmph, Zephyr Khan! You’re bold! How dare you come to the palace, causing trouble!” the Master exclaimed. When he looked at his armless partner once more, his anger had further intensified. He was an Agile of level five, a treasured personnel of the Dynasty. Not even the princes’ was as important as he. How could he not be enraged?

She wasn’t for sale. Not to a man like him. Especially not to him. She could still see his eyes from that day in court. Calm. Piercing. Not the kind of calm that comes from peace — but the kind that comes from control. From knowing the world bends for you. That lives disappear when you say the word. The kind of calm you see in the mirror when you've stopped believing in mercy. She had no doubt now — Kieran wasn’t just connected to the mafia. He is the mafia.

He continued searching. As more and more crystals got taken out, the muffled coughs slowly turned to groans. “Who dares disturb this master’s territory?” An enraged roar thundered through the room as a towering man emerged from the darkness, cloaked in an ominous black aura. His beady eyes revealed more about his character than even his aura did. “Your grandmaster.” Chris’s voice boomed, filling the room. He flicked his fingers, dispelling the darkness in the room. He instantly regretted his actions.

Master said. "Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.

His hand stops moving and I groan when I feel him push his thumb in too and his fist starts slowly going inside of my ass. "Ouch," I grumble as the largest part of his knuckles push past the ring of muscles and his hand pushes inside to stretch the inside of my hole even more. "Good slave," Master says as I feel him slowly push his fist further into me, my asshole clenching on his wrist. "Relax," he warns. I take a deep breath and relax myself more as a dull pain hits me inside as his fist stretches my channel more than it's used to. He slowly pulls it out more and coats his forearm in some lube so he can push more of his arm inside me.

rude and treacherous servants so take a look at the most stinging he imagines best to his mortal enemies The woman grimaced at them and brought the two a rusty iron tray on which were placed a pitcher with a cracked lip and two slightly chipped cups, and smilingly placed on the table the tray, at which the old swordsman looked with troubled eyes at the pitcher and at the servant, while the woman returned satisfied with her back to the table, and Mr. Thomas did not know who to look at.

This is the first time in weeks that I’m getting the stern tone from her. “I was in the library, and then—” I try to explain. “I got lost. I’m sorry.” I stop and catch my breath. “It’s been a little more than a month, and you’re already making trouble. I understand that this house is huge, bigger than you can imagine. What’s unacceptable is your disobedience of my number one rule.” “What did I do?” “The Master called me. He said someone was in his room.” Oh, gosh. Of course, it’s him. Who else could it have been?

Consuming me. The Rush crashes over me, a maelstrom of fire and ice. And somewhere beyond the storm, I hear a hiss. "Christ!" The rustle of fabric… The rasp of a zipper… … and without warning, my Master plunges into me, fathoming me in a single smooth movement, thrusting hard and fast and deep.

My uncle's been arrested, and I have nowhere to go…] I silently deleted the message and looked up at the stars beyond the window. At last, the gears of fate were turning toward justice.

"I can. I am the Vampire Master, and this fool has done a wrong to me. He shall receive the punishment of death. Now leave!" Not waiting for any further protest from her, I slowly swing the man around; I want him to watch me in the eyes as I rip his throat to pieces. I want to show him what a monster I am. With my right hand, I yank his head to the side, exposing my fangs; I slice his skin open in shreds. His agonizing cries fill the silent air of the night. "Please stop," he pleads. "Nothing happened. We did not do anything."