Female Jotaro Novels & Stories

His eagerness would serve to irritate her but she was too engrossed in her evil plan to mind him. "This little glory is going on a date." Her eyes lit up with evil intent. "A date? I do not seem to follow." Jen rolled her eyes skyward in irritation at the baby in a grownup's body, that was Bolton. If it were not for the love she had for him, she would have fired him a long time ago. "Well fool, we are sending her after Silver and that good for nothing Shinja on their date. Stay with me, will you?" She wondered why he was so slow. Gosh!

The Hairitalos snarled and charged at Jotun with its massive body. Jotun started to panic. Without much thought, he quickly activated his internal energy and formed a long saber to defend himself. He had not known what a terrifying creature he was dealing with. "Argh!" The Hairitalos collided with the long saber. As the Hairitalos burst its force, the long blade split into fragments. Jotun cried out in pain, and his blood spilled from the sky. He was thrown more than a hundred meters backward and landed on a marble stone.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

"I think I've seen one called The Tremor costing several hundred dollars less." "Still, I'll not be spending our money to give Janet her jollies, sir. I'll just use the Slave Trainer to do something similar. What do you know about the Nyotaimori thing." "Sounds foreign, maybe Japanese, but I know nothing about it. I'll look it up. What's the spelling?" "N-Y-O-T-A-I-M-O-R-I, sir." Master looked at the website. "Oh, this looks interesting. We should try this some time."

He smirks mischievously, “I think I would definitely enjoy that. I also enjoyed using my powers to please you both emotionally and sexually. Watching how your body reacted to a little magically enhanced orgasms has definitely been imprinted on my brain.” “Some magically what now?” I inquire, sitting up on my elbow. He looks at him in amusement, “Don’t tell me you never noticed.” “Noticed what?” I press. “Every now and then I’d help…intensify your orgasms.” “How?” Jartre raises his hand, and my jaw drops when I watch the static electricity zap along his fingers. “You were electrocuting my vagina?!” I shriek. “You make it sound like I was torturing you,” he scoffs. “It was a low voltage zap, a

I could now feel the fire inside me getting stronger due to excitement, but at some point, I also felt worried about the disadvantage of being too fired up. Maybe sooner or later during this fight, I would lose my self-control once again. "Don't be so confident, female defender," the Jotnar warned me. "You may be a woman, but I would never go easy on you," he added, and then he smirked. I shrugged both of my shoulders and smiled at him. "Well then, give me your best shot." I guess right now, I'm already not the usual Nowo they all know. The new one melted away all the nervousness and fear the old one always felt.

The man, wrapped in a white towel around his waist, showcased his well-defined muscles, making him appear powerfully built. Jaxter slipped into a crisp white shirt, the fabric covering an impressive phoenix tattoo that spread majestically across his back, extending down to his waist. The tattoo adorned his perfectly sculpted torso. As he adjusted his shirt, the image of Hayle unexpectedly entered his mind. How could a woman like her be the mother of his potential child? "Roberto," Jaxter spoke without turning his face, not even acknowledging Roberto's reflection in the mirror before him. He was engrossed in his own thoughts and actions.

Uriel! What in the world is happening? I killed Uriel with my bare hands. “How is this even possible?” I ask in shock. Uriel lets out a dark chuckle, and his amber eyes are a shade close to a burning orange flame. “I see you’re just as excited to see me”. *** Jovita’s POV “Ouch”, I say as I trip over a long of decaying wood, almost toppling over. “Be careful Jovita. We have to move faster, we’re almost late”, Tara says, pulling me softly.

A burst of fuliginous laughter flared from Jett's throat, reaping bizarre looks from Arthur and Gray, caught off guard at the sight before them. Jett emerged from the floor, his shoulders vibrating along with his reflecting laughter, his eyes flickering between a bloody shade of red and a darker amber. The aura that shrouded him was sinister, deadly, his pheromone was poisonous, eerie, polluted. Jett's laughter succumbed and a smirk materialized on his lips. "You want to see pathetic, I will watch you pathetic!"

I looked up to see Jiro pinning Botan to the ground, his face twisted in a rage I’d never seen before. “You touch him again, and I swear—” Jiro’s voice was a snarl, low and dangerous, as he shoved Botan’s face into the dirt. Botan screamed incoherently, thrashing like a madman beneath Jiro’s hold, but he couldn’t break free.