Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Yuri On Ice

While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another. With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers. "Yuri," I moan his name in a plea. I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

RIAN Ciara’s second wish had brought Yuri to my home. The thought kept disturbing my mind every time I tried to think about anything apart from that, my mind automatically returned back to those chain of thoughts. Now that I was alone, my mind trailed and my facial expressions went wild with fury. There was nothing I could do. Yuri was a fairy just like me even though he obviously wasn’t as strong as I was that did nothing to avert the threat or the feeling tugging at my chest.

“Wait a minute… you're actually gonna let some guy fuck you?” The words echoed across the ice as Ryder swung around a cone, his stick slapping the puck with an easy flick. “Yeah,” he said, breath puffing white in the cold. “It's not a big deal.” “Not a big—” Drew nearly tripped over his own skates. “What the fuck, man? Some guy’s gonna put his dick in your ass.” Ryder grinned, coasting backward. “It's Lila’s fantasy.”

Nothing more. I needed him to say it back to me, needed the words out of his mouth so I could believe they were real, so I could believe that whatever had happened between us in that bar, in his bed, in the hours before the sun came up, could actually stay contained in the box I'd built for it, the same box I was already failing to keep shut. Because if he said it back, if he actually agreed, then maybe I could convince myself this was manageable. Maybe I could survive an entire season standing this close to him on the ice without doing something incredibly stupid.

His patience was thinner than the ice we trained on. Before I could even find the words, Isaac’s chair creaked. Slowly, deliberately, he set his pen down on the folder and looked up, his expression so flat it could’ve been carved from stone. “This is not a romance novel, Coach Lila. It’s competitive figure skating.”

"Yuri is being a shrew. I can eat all the fig jam I want... no wonder boys turn up their noses at her, hmph!" "You'll turn into Audhumla if you keep eating all the jam, fat as a mother auroch licking Ymir out of the ice of Ginnunagap" Yuri chastised, crossing her arms and looking at me imploringly. "Then you won't fit into your pretty pretty dresses, Rosy, and I'll have to sew you new ones. You'll come begging to me to let out the seams, and I'll refuse your silly stupid sob story, you little pig!" She pushed up Rosy's nose. "Oink! Oink! Oink!" "I'm not a little piggie!" Rosy bit Yuri's prodding finger, and Yuri yelped. "I'll show you an oink!"

My ice-blue bodice is ripped open, hanging off my shoulders, my breasts bare, nipples hard from the chill of my magic. I’ve bound his wrists above his head with ice tendrils, their frosty grip biting his skin, and conjured an ice gag to muffle his groans, ensuring no stablehand hears. Anna’s chambers are a short walk away, her evening routine keeping her close, and the thrill of fucking her boyfriend so near makes my pussy drip, soaking his cock as I ride him.