Female Slenderman Novels & Stories

The woman beneath him was so delicate that she kept crawling forward in the soft bed, trying to escape, but the man held her waist firmly, and her throat was hoarse from crying. After a while, the man's desire finally calmed down a bit, and he then looked down at the delicate figure in his arms. Selena was in complete disarray, with her delicate body looking like it had been trampled, and the area between her legs looked like a flower that had been crushed by a hand and soaked by the rain, completely wet. There seemed to be a small opening in the center of it, unable to close completely, and from there a transparent liquid with a hint of white slowly flowed — his essence. This scene deeply s

Then, instructing her to turn with the twirling of a finger, he gestures to Blondie to take over. The blond man stands, smoothly moving upright to stand over the woman. He's tall, though not particularly so, perhaps a shade shy of six feet, but he is powerfully built; broad shouldered and narrow waisted. Certainly, he looks and moves as though he works out, not in the overbuild-the-muscle way, but of the I've-a-job-to-do-and-need-a-body-that-works sort. He takes the woman at the shoulders. She's all smiles, clearly very happy for him to do whatever he wishes, and as he stoops to kiss her, she leans in, contouring herself to him while his hands roam her; her waist, her tits, her ass.

They looked similar but also completely different. The more relaxed one looking amused, had brown hair. I couldn’t see his eyes from the distance but I bet they were brown too. Then the other one. He stood rock hard, no emotion flitting across his face. He was like a statue. Dark, imposing, and deliciously sinful. They said nothing but... Vera stirred from her rest, a low rumbling feeling at the pit of my stomach. Something shot up my veins, making me self-aware. “If all the men in Silver Moon look this edible, we might have an entire harem,” Vera chuckled lustfully.

Probably both. A disbelieving laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. This man dares just order me back to that hell hole like every second there wasn’t the worst day of my life. He’s a handsome man, I’ll give him that. At 6’4” with the lean body of a swimmer, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, he’s any woman’s wet dream. That is until he speaks and you realize he’s the worst being ever. Elves are known for acting superior than other beings. They believe they are better than others due to their beauty and grace. Wilheim though, acts like the Goddess put him on this earth specifically to keep woman in line. It’s insane. He’s insane.

Weni was even more flummoxed about how to respond. ****** Meanwhile, elsewhere… Inside a swanky apartment suite complete with a luxurious bathtub, a man was having the time of his life with a bombshell blonde. Moans reverberated through the room, mingling with the splashes of water as the two indulged in earthly delights. "Ugh, ah… I… um… ah, can't believe that… uh… Asian dudes… are… amazing… their… stamina… is… ah…" the blonde bombshell seemed to be teetering on the edge, her hands gripping the bathtub edge, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip, feeling the relentless thrusts that kept her body on a rollercoaster ride.

The inky, greasy, black hair on his head is slicked back, and he looks sleazy. Behind him and Felix are three pale people with bright red eyes. One is a beautiful dark-skinned female with braids tied up in a large bun on her head. She has a long slender face, big round eyes, plump lips painted maroon, and a matching tight dress showing off her hourglass figure. The one standing next to her looks exactly like the bald male version of her siblings, I guess. He's huge, bigger than the behemoth of a creep standing before them. One of his arms is the size of my head. Then next to him is a thin but well-muscled blonde man; his hair is short on the sides but long up top; he's got tattoos running up

The inky, greasy, black hair on his head is slicked back, and he looks sleazy. Behind him and Felix are three pale people with bright red eyes. One is a beautiful dark-skinned female with braids tied up in a large bun on her head. She has a long slender face, big round eyes, plump lips painted maroon, and a matching tight dress showing off her hourglass figure. The one standing next to her looks exactly like the bald male version of her siblings, I guess. He's huge, bigger than the behemoth of a creep standing before them. One of his arms is the size of my head. Then next to him is a thin but well-muscled blonde man; his hair is short on the sides but long up top; he's got tattoos running up

Look at that tiny waist, that perfect round ass… it was enough to make anyone drool. The woman didn't care. She just pointed. Something bizarre happened. Black mist shot from her fingertips, swirling together into a humanoid form six meters tall. It had no features—just a body of solid black mist. The humanoid wavered unnaturally, completely intangible—but the sight still sent chills through the forty-three men. "Hey, gorgeous, why bother?" "Yeah, why not just play nice?" "Attack! Take her down!" "Try not to hurt her! Even if you do, avoid hitting the face, chest… or the ass!"

, I told him while handing him the money. He was about to open his mouth, but I quickly told him to keep the change. He just shook his head before handing out snacks; opening the bag full of snowflakes, which is milk chocolate covered in powdered sugar. His last name indeed states he is a slenderman which means his eight feet without a face; as we leave, the person behind us exclaims. “Why did you serve them? One of them is a human.” “And?”, he answers.

I said, reaching for her chin. I had mostly dated skinny she-wolves, but that was mostly all there was unfortunately. To me a sign of a real woman, a woman that’s strong and tough is one with soft skin and curves for my hands to roam. Not a woman I could snap in two if I got a little rough in bed. It was obvious Ryan felt the same way and a guy size certainly had no business with a stick figure.