Fantasy High Ao3 の小説・ストーリー

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

Had she been spread out on the chaise, just so? Did she know the man was watching her? Did she fantasize that he would move slowly toward her and then press his hands on her breasts, her belly, trail fingertips down her until he cupped her sex, finding her wet and wanton, turned on by nothing more than the direction of her own thoughts? Chloe's body quivered, as if she could make the fantasy her own. With a little smile, she dropped the book and stood up from the bed. Time to make dinner, Chloe thought as she put the book away and headed for the kitchen. As she took out the pot from the drawer, she was halted by a knock on the door.

THREE PERSON POINT OF VIEW The sun was shining bright as it shade its ray through the window directly on Afraah's fair skin. Her skin glittered as her eyeballs began to move around adjusting to the brightness of the room. She slowly opened her eyes and let out a long yawn before she stretched her arms. She quickly walked to the bathroom and perfumed ablution. Soon after she performed ablution, she wore her hijab and prayed. She had already concluded prayer when she heard a buzz from her cell phone which was kept on the bed beside her, she picked up the phone and glanced at the number calling, it was Rayan

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"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

Hi guys 👋. This is my new story THE GRIMIORE Aroura was a nineteen year old human girl, she mistakingly came in contact with a magical crystal which led her to the supernatural world where different races existed. Not the rose colored fairytales she read in books and watched in movies, but also a dark and twisted labyrinth in which she could get lost forever. It was both a blessing and a curse casted upon her to find A book called THE GRIMOIRE OF DARK FORCES in which the only way to kill an Ancient witch and save the world was written.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

When he unlocks my cell and strides in, his shadow drops down on me as his average figure stands in my front, yet I refuse to look at him. I try as much as I can to avoid eye contact because either his countenance disgusts me or my face will suffer the fate if he lands a deafening strike across it. “I still would like to know if you loved the little session, though,” Owen mutters as he crouches in front of me. He is psychic; has this rare ability to get into your head and project scenarios. It is one feature that makes him different, and exceptionally cruel. I murmur behind my teeth, “You have broken me enough. Have you not had your fill?”

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Her cunt clenched violently around Draven, squirting hot nectar that sprayed across my mound and Sable’s eager face. I followed her over the edge moments later, my own release pulsing around Lorien’s cock as Rook’s thick shaft stretched my ass to its limit. The shared climax sent a shockwave outward. One of the new branches overhead burst into full bloom, birthing an entire pocket realm shimmering with golden-emerald auroras. The forging intensified.