Elly Clutch Vr Novels & Stories

Ivy stood on the edge, isolated from the other females who were already forming cliques. Then, a sudden spray of cold water hit her. It soaked her dress, the fabric clinging to her skin. She spun around, eyes blazing. Cole stood there, a wooden ladle in his hand, looking bored. “Cole Ryder, what is wrong with you?” she snapped. He didn't answer. He just scooped another ladle and threw it directly into her face. Her hair matted to her neck, dripping. “Just playing the game, Mercer,” he said. Ivy exploded. She grabbed a bucket and charged. The two of them began a frantic, splashing chase, disappearing into the thick ferns of the rainforest.

Since she arrived at the pack, everything looked too good to be true, if this is a dream then she doesn't want to wake up. She took the glass and gulped down the whole thing at one go, she was about to return the glass but before it could reach Emrys, it slipped from her hand and shattered to the ground. Elva's face twisted in red color, squeezing her eyes shut, she started to groan, gripping on the armrests of her wheelchair. The bond was getting processed within her, she could feel her skin burning as something travels to her veins. She screamed out loud and throw her head back when she couldn't hold it in any longer, her eyes blurry with tears.

I cried out, my back arching once more. "Tell me how badly you want this, Eve," He said, lifting his face up while his fingers still remained inside of me. "I fucking need this, sir," I moaned out, squirming as he started to rub circles around my sensitive clit. "Please, please, please let me come. I don't know how much more I can handle." "Beg again-who owns you, Eve ?" He ordered. "You do, sir, only you!"

“VR means virtual reality and the players are currently in a virtual world through the device covering their ears and eyes.” I muttered my thanks, taking the cup from his hands and our fingers brushed in the process. “S-sorry.” Clyde stammered and a giggle escaped from my lips. “Why are you apologizing?” I asked him, taking in his flushed face. Why was he feeling embarrassed? “Nothing, it…just slipped,” Clyde replied, scratching his neck. “Oh, okay.” I shrugged, licking a spoonful of ice cream before turning back to watch the VR players. “Wanna give it a try?” Asked Clyde and the thrill I felt was quickly replaced with dread.