Female Trunks Novels & Stories

She moved through the suite on autopilot—past the sitting room with its elegant furniture, past the bathing chamber where steam rose from an already-drawn bath, into the dressing room. An enormous wardrobe dominated one wall, its doors standing open to reveal row after row of gowns in every color imaginable. Someone had been busy unpacking, arranging everything with meticulous care. And there, tucked discretely in the corner beside the wardrobe, were her trunks from Silvara. Adrienne moved toward them like a woman in a dream. Knelt on the plush carpet. Opened the first one with shaking hands. Her clothes. Her real clothes. Trousers and shirts and boots made for movement, for fighting, for be

Her red dress was merely a pile of fabric puddled on the floor around her spiky heels. Travis beheld the naked body of a classical goddess: proud plump round breasts with small light brown areolas surrounding perfect erect nipples; a flat flawless stomach and shallow navel above pristine trimmed pubic hair with just a thin landing-strip; and a wickedly sexy smile that could sway the minds of kings and courtesans. "This one will fetch the highest dollar yet," he thought. No reason he couldn't have a little fun beforehand, though. "I think we'll skip the drinks for now," Travis said, stepping over the mess of glass on the floor. He couldn't care less about cleaning up. The charwomen could tend

It’s more aptly described as a love lust than blood lust, though they often leave a river of blood behind them when they search. The door is whipped open and Trudy flounces in her short leather skirt and barely-there crop top has my wolf trying to jump out as I fight for control. She knows how to toy with my wolf’s desires, and I have a feeling she enjoys the power she wields when she shows up randomly to force my wolf into overdrive.

Let"s go." "Hmph." Sitting in the front passenger seat, Kristen arrived at the clubhouse. Trisha took out a box from the trunk that contained all sorts of cosmetics. "Make me look better." "You talk too much." "Hmph." In a few minutes, under Trisha"s manipulation, Kristen seemed to become another person. Her oval-shaped face turned into a baby"s face under her delicate features. Her facial features had also been modified, and with her short black hair with bangs, she looked completely different from before.

"Let's go to the hot tub. It's perfect tonight." My stomach fluttered, but I followed them to a guest room to change. My simple bikini felt plain next to Renata’s – a tiny red one that barely held her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the cloth. Marcus's swim trunks hugged his strong thighs, hinting at his power. I saw myself in the mirror – my own breasts full, my shaved skin tingling. A rush of confidence filled me.

"Ladies first." Tricia came over to him with a twisted smile on her face. She reached behind her back and unzipped her gray skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties are purple satin with lace trim. With her blue eyes fixed on Randy, Tricia unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off her shoulders. Her purple bra barely contains her voluptuous breasts. She reached into the pile of hair piled on her head and removed a bobby pin. She shook her head, and her wavy hair falls to her shoulders.

Alex jumped, nearly spilling his satchel. “Was that..?” “Trisha,” I said before he could finish. “She’s in stealth mode today. Decided she wanted to train like a shadow assassin.” “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “She has a foam sword now. I’d run.” As if summoned, the front door burst open and Trisha rolled across the floor like a feral tumbleweed in a pink tunic and war paint on her cheeks. Her eyes locked on Alex, narrowed in deadly focus.

"Thank God, I thought you guys were about to bail or something." Trina pulled me into a tight hug as soon as we entered the loud club. She looked beautiful as always wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans and a low cut sequential top. It was a Friday night so the entire place was jam packed and I could see women dressed way more provocative than me. My dress was actually pretty decent compared to them.

“Tyler…” I slowly turned, and when I did, I was instantly speechless. Tracy approached me while i was on the bed, suddenly clothed in some of the most shocking undergarments I had ever seen. Her plump tits appeared to defy gravity as her torso was encased in a tight, black corset. The corset itself complemented her creamy light complexion well and complemented her lacy black pants. Small strips of fabric connected to a pair of long, plush stockings ran from the corset's bottom down her lean legs. She wore a sleek black pair of stilettos to complete her look. With her hands holding her waist, Tracy stood on the side of the bed and gently pushed her chest out. “Make me a woman," She said with

She is indeed a piece of scum, because can someone tell me why Wren is tugging on my jacket? There is a smile on her face and she is dressed like a whore. What is she doing here? She is wearing a short dress that if she bends, you will be able to see her underwear and that's if she is putting in one. And the gown is strapless, revealing her breasts.