Crossdressing Villainess Novels & Stories

"Don't open it, eighth." "Who — " "Don't. Open. The case." She is smaller than Morrigwen. That is the first thing I notice. The other ghost in this trench was a woman built for thrones — six feet of mad queen with stars in her eyes and a bone-crown set sideways on her head. This one is a commoner. Plain grey scales. A face that knew kitchens. The coarse coral-weave robe of a province I do not recognize, the kind that has not been worn in any kingdom for at least four hundred years.

And that’s when my jaw drops open. This can’t be true! I whisper. Because it’s her. The lady in the red silk dress that I saw in Bonny Markham’s nightmare. Krulisa Alexander Cross. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

The villainess, the ultimate perfect lady was the only one who could rival Jason, from the start, she had considered Jason her rival and though she excelled in all aspects, she still never once won when it came to music, it lingered like a thorn and her hatred transformed to love. Her love was toxic and when she found out that Jason had someone, she did everything to destroy that relationship thus becoming the villain everyone hated. "Ahh, Alexa, which role are you going for? Your outfit, why is it so dull and unappealing," Mary asked with confusion, after all, the outfit was not the style of the female lead. "I am auditioning for the role of villain, this is the outfit, something dull to lo

I look at him seductively and bite my lips while I let the tip of one of my fingers to run over his neck to his lips. “And this?” I turn my skirt up to expose my thighs. I am literally seducing him to make him arouse and get wet by just looking at me. I walk even close to him and took the scarf from my bag and blindfold him. “This is going to be fun” I whisper into his ear in a slut voice while I walk my hand from his chest down to his abs. When I say that this is going to be fun, I really mean it.

I’m envious of that control. And the dressing and undressing… God, the psychology of that. We’re so conditioned to see undressing as the main event, the prelude to the “real” thing. But you made the dressing just as potent. Each set was a new character, a new layer of yourself to reveal and then have worshipped. The crimson teddy for the bold, unashamed vixen. The sheer black lace for the primal, “fuck-me-now” urgency. The purple vintage set for the classic, elegant goddess. The white babydoll for the corrupted angel. The emerald corset for the final, untouchable queen he could only almost possess.

symbols of control. but still, I dressed. if he was going to put on a show tonight, then I'd give him one to remember. I wore a black stain dress with an open back and thin straps, the fabric hugging me like a second skin. Elegant. subtle. Deadly. my lops were painted red..not for seduction, but for war. And then I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't see the broken girl who was kidnapped and sold like property. I saw a woman who was going to burn Damien Alaric's world to the ground.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

her voice echoed. And all eyes were fixed on her taking in every moment. “The dress the young madam of the Blackwood is wearing is nothing but fake. I’ll never sew something as ugly and cheap as that. Infact. I have never in my entire career seen this woman here before. Neither she ever bought any of my dresses. She’s a liar and a copy cat,” Visanchi roared loudly. Satisfaction filled my mind— moving down like a snake slowly towards my spine, as I took in a deep breath with a wide smile on my lips.

You would mistake her for a pro in doing such tasks. She was,it's not her first time to do that but it was the first time she did it to someone else. She was a cross dresser earlier so she was conversant with men's wear. Justin felt her unclick his belt but the Sweet taste of her mouth and intoxicating scent of jasmine mixed with lavender had already knocked him senseless. He was there,but subconsciously, everything had already been plugged into utter bliss,that including his sanity. In no time, his trousers were sent lying on the floor and her dress followed, she had practically ripped it apart,her heart not bleeding over the price of it. At this moment, eating this man, possessing him and

At nineteen, she was supposed to be the perfect, innocent daughter of Victor Vale — but behind closed doors, she was anything but. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, one hand kneading her full, perky breast while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, obscene sounds. She was soaked, her arousal coating her fingers and dripping down to the sheets. “Fuck…” she moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut. Her mind filled with the same forbidden image that always pushed her over the edge: Lucian Cross.