Female Bendy Novels & Stories

“Bend at the waist.” I suck in a deep breath. Okay, he is going to spank me. I’d managed this before, but tonight he is adding something new into the mix. The thought of that whip scares the hell out of me. I tense, but comply as much as I can, until my arms dangle from the shackles, pulling at my shoulders. The sensation feels foreign, but so submissive that it arouses something in me. Then I realize that, as I’d bent, I’d given the audience a perfect view of my pussy. More embarrassment swirls with arousal through my body. A fresh flush crawls up my skin. Additional moisture coats my folds.

Never breaching, just hovering—right on the edge of too much. Candy moaned—quiet, confused, aroused. Her body pressed backward, offering more than she meant to. Her hands trembled. Her thighs clenched. “You’re a mess,” Bri murmured. Not mocking. Not tender. Just observant. Intimate. “You were made for this. To bend. To obey. To burn.” Candy shook her head, barely able to speak. “N-no… I'm a good girl.” The words came out slurred and low as she clung to Bri harder, breaths haggard.

Then he bailed out of the window. "He's insane! My brother committed suicide! How high is this place?!" Bum Pan asked nervously. Jace just smirked and shook his head. "We're just on the fifteenth floor." Bum Pan's eyes almost went out of its sockets as he looked to the swinging curtains of the window. It took some seconds before a black shadow enveloped the room. A deafening sound of dashing wind was heard and just then a black dragon appeared. It was not as big as an adult dragon. Its eye was as fierce as Kaizer's, shining lime under the moonlit. Why eye and not eyes? For Wink only had his right eye open. His left eye was wounded and it was always closed. That was why he was named Wink.

She switched to the other, pinching the wet one with her fingers. The pressure built in my belly, hot and tight. Clone Two grabbed the double-ended dildo from nearby – soft silicone, bendy, with bulbs along its length. She slid one end into her own pussy first, moaning as it filled her, her hips rocking to take it deep. Then she positioned the other end at my entrance, pushing it in slow. It stretched me, the bulbs popping past my lips one by one. Clone One moved aside, watching with hungry eyes as Clone Two and I connected.

the Lord of the Moon said. “Okay, sir,” Smith said and moved closer to the Lord of the Moon. The Lord of the Moon marched Smith’s left leg. Long hair grew on Smith’s skin and he changed into a giant. “Say; Iuvenis meus!” the Lord of the Moon said. “Iuvenis meus!” Smith said and changed back. “Welcome! Your new name is water bender, the Lord of the Moon said. The Lord of the Moon taught Smith some water bending skills and told Smith to prepare for rehearsals later.

the other woman added. “What are your names and what elements do you bend?” I asked. “I’m Lark, elemental of sound,” the pregnant lady told me. A sound wolf, that might be interesting. I might need to keep in contact with them so I can help their child later on. If they would allow that. “I’m Diamond. I bend metal,” the other woman said. “And I’m Erebus, the man of shadows.” I nodded my head and looked them over. I really had no desire to kill them but to leave them with a warning instead. I would kill them if I had to.

Benath the strong smell of pine was the faintest whiff of something sweet—vanilla I think. Mix ti together, and it was uniquely her. Fuck. This woman was my mate. I walked towards her, captivated by her scent. Then I heard her. A low growl, followed by the heavy thud of someone hitting the ground. “We must make her ours!” my wolf growled. I clamed down on that feeling, digging my claws into the palm of my hand. “Calm down,” I ordered. I stepped into view and froze. She moved like a weapon—fast, controlled, brutal. A thin black ribbon covered her eyes, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her body knew what it was doing. Every kick, every punch, every twist of her hips was precise. Deadly.

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

"We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff." "So you don't enjoy anything about Braze that could be argued is strictly a heterosexual kink? Brandon asked pointedly. "You don't like it when Braze looks up at you with big, dark-lashed, pretty eyes, pink plush lips, and a decidedly feminine flush when you're fucking him? You don't like it when he looks pretty and a bit like a girl?" Win gaped. "Well, I like how he always looks.