Female Shoto Novels & Stories

“Suzy, table 20 needs five shot glasses of tequila on the rocks,“ Shilah said, twirling a lock of blonde hair. Shilah was, what I'd like to call a mini-Barbie. From her head to her toe were plastics. Her big boobs were always on display, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her butt bounces rhythmically with each step she took. Of all the hundreds of workers here, Shilah was one worker who had barely undergone the stress here. She knew how to slut her way out of any situation, including her duties. “Couldn't they just come to have it here at the counter?“ I winced at the aching at my elbow and my lower abdomen. “If they wanted that, they would have done it already, right?“ She smac

Resha bowed as she informed Sam. Sam noticed some mannerisms of the attractive young woman before her, plus two distinctive tattoos - both very faint - of a trident on her arm and a serpent around her neck. The girl's skin was black, as where the tats, but Sam's eyes discerned the faint lines. By themselves they could mean many things, but the pairing suggested Resha's devotion to the Hindu god Shiva, who happened to be Parvati's consort. Out of more than 20 service girls, Sam got Resha. It was like something directed from above.

She just watched the magic unfold. "Welcome, Reyana," The woman spoke, her voice like the tinkling of a crystal stream. "I apologize for the deception, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I just had to be sure." She smiled. Reyana blinked rapidly, swallowing a hard lump in her throat. "Wh... Who are you?" She stammered when she finally found her voice. "Forgive my manners, child," The woman said in a polite tone, "I am Shota. You must have heard a lot about me, haven't you?" Shota said, taking a step toward Reyana, but she instinctively took three steps away.

A high pitched muffled moan of desire has me intrusively glance at the tent opposite to us on the other side of the bonfire as the flaps are quickly unsealed purposely to reveal to me, two females and one male. As I narrow my orbs to examine closely they widen in surprise as I discover it is not a male but a female who resembles a male. Her flesh is muscular littered with tattoos just like Phobos is. She does not possess any feminine features rather rugged ones and she fondles the two females shamelessly uncaring she is being viewed by others.

Doesn’t stop the she-devil from playing her little games though. As second or third cousins, it’s almost expected that Kimarra and I would marry to keep the lines strong. So she more often than not, pretends, just to get my but beaten by jealous Yon who don’t know any better. Part of my ‘training’ regimen. Since Akuma is the only title other than Soma you can have above S-class in the Shinkori ranks. At least beyond the wall. Here, females aren’t even allowed to fight. They’re forced into Meshin or healer status if they want to join the ranks. Every thought makes me crave for the comfort, the feeling of home. I wouldn’t even complain about chores.

Tina moaned long and hard, Her slender body tensed, her vagina strongly massaging Gito's shaft like iron hands, warm fluid moistening it, the climax exploding with a soft scream, "Sir... I'm coming... oh yes!" she sighed, her eyes glazed over with intense pleasure, her body collapsing onto Gito's chest, her breath gasping, the lingering sensation of tremors feeling like a small earthquake.

snapped Yoshiro. “Enough! Stop this nonsense and let the girls go,” said Severino. “Oh, you like someone too,” laughed Yoshiro. “Which one is it? Let’s find out with a game. The girl I shoot next, if she makes you flinch, you don’t care about her but if you get angry and start shouting at me, that is your girl,” Yoshiro’s laughter kept echoing in the room. Yoshiro removed the gun from Renata’s temple and pointed the gun at the girls. He first pointed at Hazel. The beautiful girl kept crying.

The shaman's grunts were soon joined by the wet sounds of suction, his pubic curls slamming against the slender female captive with tremendous force as he fucked her even more savagely. "Uhh.. Uhhh... UHHH!" he groaned. "Not long now, you sexy Choi pig. I'll have that cute cunt brimming with Ashgani jism. You'll birth me a fine half-blood brat - IF I let you live long enough to bear it." Suddenly the muscular shaman felt Umi's snatch squeeze his girth with wild convulsions. The orgasm took the girl by surprise, but Choi women had more sensitive pussies than those of the other races, and she was no exception. She shook her head with anger and disappointment, aware of her body's raging libido

Fitting for an archer, as Valor always put it. Finally, the only woman among the three who had to drag their asses back in was the leader of the octopuses - Sushmita Alagumalai. A six-footer with brown skin, dark brown eyes and square face, dark hair bunched into a low ponytail that reached her upper back, where the ends curled in all directions. A bright pink, worn-out headband sat on her head, tucking in the smaller curls that threatened to spring free. On her neck sat a gold chain necklace weighted by a locket of the same color.

World 01: Modern Martial World. Pitiful shou versus two scum gongs. NOTE: Shou = Uke/bottom and Gongo = Seme/top (In case anyone asks the terms) (...) The light from the flourishing lamps illuminated the private room of the exclusive restaurant that the new rich frequented like little ants that find the sweet. The private room was beautifully decorated and looked very comfortable, with long, soft sofas, which gave a rather tempting suggestion for doing other things besides resting comfortably.