Female Slenderman Novels & Stories

I licked my lips and my pussy grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of me. He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. I groaned in frustration feeling cheated. as I was turning away he just as suddenly reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall, slender black woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute strength.

His mind suddenly made up, the chief of the heathens spoke. "You need perhaps an example." Talking to Herald as the man began to feel uncomfortable. "...I will show you a fascinating characteristic of women. In a few minutes your wife," he announced turning to Herald, "...will spread her legs and meet my stiff shaft into her heated little oasis. Even though she worries and despises me, she will jolt and grind like any common whore and take enjoyment in me."

Three adult Primes. Two women and one man. The first woman was tall and elegant with silver hair despite appearing only forty or so. She moved like water, fluid and controlled. Everything about her suggested centuries of practice at command. The second woman was younger, maybe thirty, with dark skin and eyes that were completely black. No visible iris. Just darkness. She walked with predatory grace, every movement economical and dangerous. The man was older, maybe sixty, with grey hair and a scar that ran from his left eye to his jaw. He moved like someone who had fought a thousand battles and won all of them.

He is 5'7" tall and strong with a mesomorph body. He has long white curly hair, porcelain skin, and a childlike expression on his face. Because of his heartwarming attitude and charm, people will always feel happy and at ease around him. Wen Len Su is a twenty-year-old man. A young man who is trustworthy and hardworking. He is 5'8" tall with a strong, mesomorph body. He has brown hair that is long and straight. His skin is tanned, and he wears a solemn expression. People assumed he was always angry and difficult to approach because of his firm facial expression. However, he is sensitive and soft, like a muffin.

Theodore sensed their presence before his body stiffened and he swallowed hard. They were talking and laughing when their eyes landed on us. The male wore a tight white tunic that sticked to his body like a second skin and dark brown pants that encage the rippled muscles lf his thighs. His blonde hairs were brushed back in a sleek way giving the view of his perfectly sharp jawline. The female, on the other side, looked younger and fragile. Quiet petite with her auburn hairs and small yet noticeable lips. Her dress, however, was two thin straps covering her naked breasts and a long flowy skirt beneath. The shinny supple skin of her shoulders was alluring, adding a seductive desire to viewer's

He was a hauntingly handsome man, bordering on beautiful. Only the v-shape of his torso and firm square chin prevented any real claim to femininity. His expression was intense as he sank his cock into the woman with unnatural efficiency. He had a nice cock, at least in Shamira's humble opinion. Not that she had a whole lot of comparison samples. It was just a little bigger than average, maybe seven inches or so. There were a number of people standing or kneeling around watching. She recognized Monique, who was on her knees on a pillow nearby, and her look could only be described as envious.

F**king temptations. " Is it okay??" He asked. " No,,keep doing that " She said in a soft voice and Luther continued She keep on giving him gt moans that he was turned on already,,his manhood was becoming hard but this time it's not his demons,,it's him. He really want this human,,, " That's enough,, thanks " she smiled and got up from the bed edge. She went into the dressing room and came back putting on her night gown,it was a transparent one. Her pointed br**st could be seen so clearly and her panties too. She look extraordinarily hot,,,

She cried softly while she squeezed the little girl to her. “I’m happy to have helped.” I said shyly. “She was very sweet. It was taking longer than I would have liked to calm myself, but she helped me focus. She saved me, too.” I excused myself and made my way to the male concubus. He was nearly six feet tall with black hair and nearly silver eyes. His build was lithe and aristocratic. He almost looked like a vampire, but with golden brown skin.

I couldn't hide the terror building in me. The man reached my side and put his arm around my waist. I flinched at his touch, and he only tightened his grip. His hands had needle pricks, and dead skin lined the fingertips. They were coarse, scaly, like a snake's sloughing skin. He moaned lasciviously. "Son, I'm offering you a proper woman, for once. If only you could tell the difference between a whore and a fine lady."

, was enough to turn me on. By the time she reached for her shirt, I was already hard. When she lifted it over her head, I gasped. Fhaernala hadn't lied. Her breasts were small. But she had neglected to mention that most of her breast was composed of puffy, erect nipple. Less than a handful - but certainly a mouthful. It was just about the only fat on her entire body. She also had a small mole, just above her left breast. It drew my eye, like a magnet. Then there was the expression on her face. I couldn't even begin to describe it. It wasn't vulnerability, or any simple need to hear a compliment. It wasn't indifference. Fhaernala was genuinely curious. What will he say? That's what she