Ff Queen Novels & Stories

Fenris groaned. Adjusting her legs, she pushed back on him – forming a nice rhythmic move that made him penetrate deeper. She grabbed a pillow nearby to elevate her lips. “Nice and deep, baby – that’s how I like it, my sweet Fenris.” “The sweetest man alive to have been lucky to mate a beautiful lady like you. Not just beautiful, but a shameless slut too.” Quinn’s pussy creamed thick cum that made a nice squishing noise to Fenris’s ears.

“It’s true then. You are taking power from your Goddess mate.” I cocked my head only slightly to the side. “I am not taking power from her. She enhances what I already have.” Quinn looked up at me then to my father. “It is nice to finally meet you, King Fionn,” she said in a meek voice I knew was all for show. She did not fear him, she did not accept him as her superior. She didn’t have to submit to my father, and she didn’t have to understand our world, to instinctively know that she outranked Fionn Blackheart Bailey in every way that mattered.

there were comments from both my male admirers and female admirers. As usual, I ignored and walked with Queen to meet fetty who was busy attending to her guest. Fety is also part of the agenda and she’s a porn actress. "hey, fetty Happy birthday" Queen squealed and hugged fetty. "Thanks, honey.." she smiled and hugged her back. "happy birthday" I said dryly and that was when Fety acknowledged my presence. "thanks" she muttered rolling her eyeballs. She ushered me and queen to a table and offered us some drinks.

Queen chuckled, "Why would I give anyone any reason? It shouldn't be anyone's business whether I choose to get married or not in the first place. I'm only trying to respect the rules because they've been there for so many years. So, after the engagement and my inauguration, I'll amend the rules, and you'll get the remaining sixty percent of your money, and then, we'll part ways. If you're okay with this deal, I will get a contract ready by tomorrow so we can both sign it. I'll give you forty percent upfront, on the day of our engagement which should come up a month before my inauguration. What do you think?" "What do I think? I think it's an amazing deal. Ten million dollars is good. Other t

She said, not really answering any questions. “How do we help you?” I asked in a fairly quiet voice as this woman actually scares the shit out of me, I can feel her power from across the room and its suffocating. She looks at me and I notice her fully how stunning this woman actually is, she’s very tall with a slim build, her auburn hair cascades down her back to her hips at least in beautiful waves. Her purple eyes look like they can pierce through even glass if she cares to stare it long enough, she looked no older than myself but being a witch, she could keep herself forever looking young and still be in her hundreds or possibly even thousands, she also clearly had curves in all the corre

They had been stuck in this house all day and the Queen just wanted to walk and talk with Valentina. Valentina was dressed in a silk black mini dress with a jean jacket, and a pair of black converses. She had on very minimal make up with a hint of blue because she was missing Alexander dreadfully, and her hair was pulled up. The Queen was dressed very casually but she was still poised even though she wasn't wearing a dress. She was wearing a black turtle neck tank top with long pants and the most beautiful designer heels. Her pretty brown hair was nicely curled and she looked really stunning.

“Princess Queenie of the Bright River Kingdom, are you willing to accept Prince Fabian as your future husband?” Queenie was silent. She looked at Fabian. Her eyes made Fabian confused. Flashes of hatred filled Queenie’s beautiful eyes. Fabian, who was initially confident and calm, now felt shaken. All eyes were on Queenie. They were waiting anxiously. In her previous life, Queenie directly said, ‘yes, I do,’ while smiling happily at Fabian and ignoring everyone. But this time, Queenie behaved calmly and let everyone wait for her answer.

Queen muttered before facing Phoebe and Joan. “ What's your name…ma'am” Queen asked “ I'm Joan, Lucas’ sister” Joan introduced, pointing at Lucas. “ And I am a fashionista, trust me to style you like a princess more like a goddess” Joan mused standing up to give her a spin. “ Mm…” Queen mumbled nodding her head. “ I have forgiven you” Queen mumbled with a smile. “ I am Phoebe, your mummy's new friend and Daddy business partner” Phoebe said with a light smile.

But deep in my chest, I felt something stir-a presence I hadn’t felt in years. My wolf. She didn’t speak. But she was there. Watching. Waiting. Like she knew something I didn’t. ………………………………………………… The next morning, Tessy brought me tea and sat on my bed, cross-legged like we were old friends. “Want to talk about it?” she asked gently. I sipped slowly. “Do you believe in visions?” She didn’t answer right away. Then, “I believe the moon goddess gives gifts to those who survive what they weren’t meant to.”

I ask softly, my voice laced with both mischief and longing. His grip on my hip tightens as he exhales sharply. “What do you want, Queenie? Just say it, and it’s yours.” I smile, leaning into him, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I want you to fuck me like you used to. Make me scream your name with every thrust, even if it only lasts thirty seconds,” I tease, though my words carry a raw, unfiltered need.