Emma Sirus Feet Novels & Stories

I hear the soft sound of a zipper before the door swings open. Amelia shyly walks out to view herself in the big floor to ceiling mirrors in front of the assistant and I. She's in a black dress that looks like a blazer that reaches just below her mid thigh. The long box the girl handed through the door makes sense now, as she's managing not to topple over in pitch black knee high boots. Let's just say that if I were a cartoon character my tongue would be dragging along the ground and my eyes would have popped out of my head.

Garrett said, impressed. "Thanks," Emily said with a grin. She sat down and kicked off her heels, giving her sore feet a much-needed massage. Amy hissed in annoyance. "Take care of our body, right? I can't be having sore paws. How will I run or walk?" Amy complained. "You're not doing either. Don't you know it hurts to shift?" Emily retorted. Amy rolled her eyes. "You must be joking. You mean you're not planning on shifting anytime soon?"

My clothes are already laid out on the bed. After pulling off my bath robe, I put on the black tank top and the black latex skirt. Reece is busy on her phone, texting only God-knows-who. After zipping my feet into Sarah's silver boots, I grab my pair of silver hoop earrings from my jewelry box and hook them on my ears. I breath out, flipping my hair over my shoulders. I adjust my stance, feeling so glad and relieved that the heels of Sarah's boots are well balanced.

He slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties, and I lift my hips to help him. I feel him slide them down my legs, and I shiver in anticipation. A thrill of desperation and longing courses through me as his fingers brush against my core, “You’re so wet for me Lisse.” I wiggle, the sensation of his fingertips brushing my clit making me breathless. Sirius pushes my legs wider apart with a gentle thrust, and I arch my back, yearning for more, “More Sirius, please.”

Emma found herself engrossed in a world she had only dreamed of, as the lines between reality and myth blurred before her eyes. Lost in her research, Emma became aware of a strange sensation stirring within her—a pull toward the moonlit sky outside her window. She felt a surge of energy, an unfamiliar strength coursing through her veins. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and she approached it with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Gazing at her own image, she noticed a subtle change, a flicker of amber flecks amidst her once-vibrant blue eyes. Her heart raced as the truth dawned on her!

Emma. Fuck!

I snap, and turn to walk out without looking at her. It’s twenty painfully long minutes until she comes out, but when I see her in my shorts and shirt, I forget why I’m mad. Her long blonde hair is tamed into a loose bun and she’s removed a couple of her bandages. Her tiny feet don’t even make a sound as she walks toward me. Goddess she’s perfect. Cassandra has massive feet and weird toes, they freak me out and I’ve definitely thought about my pups getting stuck with those monkey feet.

Ashley was glaring at Sirius with an angry look but she was also very embarrassed. "Baby… It’s not dirty? This is your love liquid. It’ll be my favorite from now on. And... I want more..." Sirius put the panties to the edge of the bed and now approached Ashley. He pulled the girl's tiny, smooth legs so that Ashley was now wide open, with Sirius in the middle of her legs. Sirius's knee almost touched the outside of Ashley's palm which was covering her kitty.

I wonder what is going on, because he seems eager to get rid of his sister. Emmerson saunters down the stairs, looking like she has just come from a photo shoot rather than her room. Her long espresso coloured hair is perfectly curled in soft waves, and she is wearing a knee length dress with big chiffon sleeves. She has completed the look with black ankle boots, red lipstick, and several long-beaded necklaces. The two girls were at polar opposites on the mood scale. “Hey, what’s going on?” Emmerson greets us with a grin. “Just going for a walk. Care to join?”I ask.

Anything could be kept inside it. She wore her specialized fingerless gloves with reinforced steel knuckles. Finally, she wore her knee length leather boots. They were specialized boots capable of cancelling out the sounds of her footsteps. She was ready. Steve came in and appraised her appearance. “You look like you are ready for war,” The Alpha said with admiration. “This is war Steve,” Emma replied. “A war for the destiny of our kind.” Steve nodded. They both left her room and found Marcus waiting outside by the car. “You look dangerously ravishing, Ms. Emma, if I may say.” The Beta said with a surprised look on his face.