Flicka Novels & Stories

FLEKI “Slower, Alpha, slower, please... Slower... Oh, God!” The whore was a writhing mess as I plunged faster and faster into her without holding back. I kept slamming into her with reckless abandon and the climax hit me out of nowhere, making my whole body taut as I shot my load into her. She writhed and buckled against me and when I pulled away from her, she collapsed weightlessly onto the floor, her body too spent and tired to hold her up.

with their names it will make it easier to find out who the fuck they are and who attacked them. “And your name miss” Irk asks as he helps hook her arm over his shoulder to move her towards the jet. “Demitria De Leone”

Mina wasn’t even caring at this point it was time to get the hell outta here and into the car. “Who the fuck are you?” the Flunky said, angrily. The girl head tilted like she was trying to figure her out. “Sister she’s fake, not real.” Misty said still looking at the flunky. “Who the hell are you talking to? And who’s fake?” The Flunky asked. “It’s two of them,” The fake Kat said, looking at them waiting for the other one to pop up. He was going to be ready this time. “What!? There is one women, are you blind.” The Flunky said turning to the fake Kat frowning when she saw he looked nervous. “You’re not real you have no soul, you’re a wolf without a wolf.” Misty said, looking over at Urrale.

Acting as if he didn't know me all that well, he greeted me stiffly. Almost as if we had come to a tacit agreement, none of us mentioned the whole affair with the canceled engagement. Throughout dinner, Carl kept serving Angela. "Angie, the doctor said you need to avoid spicy food because of your injury," Carl said before shoving the plate of buffalo wings—the only spicy food on the table—toward me. Our eyes met, and he hesitated briefly. Carl knew I couldn't eat spicy food, but he didn't care. Angela was all he cared about.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

"What's your point--" "You can even own me," Flicka purred, and she stood with a sultry sway of her hips. In one smooth motion, she pulled down the straps of her dress and let it slide down her body. She had unzipped herself and kept her back turned to surprise him, but now was the time if ever to show her hand... and the rest of herself.

Jack flicked at the controls, locking them in place. He held his arms out for a hug. She stepped into it, burying her face in his shoulder. He held her tightly. "I love you," he whispered. "You've grown into a fine young lady. I couldn't be more proud of you." "Please don't leave me again," she whispered. His heart sank and he hugged her even tighter. "It will be the last time. When this is all over, I will always be at your side. I promise." "You better."

Fiona scoffed, “Morgana and I reached an agreement. I’ll help you get Debra, and you let me leave in peace.” I turned to Morgana with a raised eyebrow, “Seriously? You agreed to that?” “Let’s act smart, Delia.” Morgana’s even voice irked me more than the smug look on Fiona’s face. “She’ll contact Debra with news about you, then she’ll set a meeting time with her.” “And Debra is just a little kid who’ll fall for that?” I rolled my eyes, “It sounds like a naïve plan.” “She’ll come if we offer her the thing, she wants the most.” Fiona added.

I can't really spank her as long as she's in the stocks as I need her to keep relatively still, so I want to use something that doesn't make her react too much. A crop would be ideal, but I want her to choose, as that always leaves a more lasting mental impression. Bella hesitates, and I wonder what she's considering. Almost anything she picks can be used to either tease or really torment her. When she finally answers, her voice is husky but strong. “The soft leather flogger, with the blue and black handle, please? And I'm sure I can take thirty hard hits, Sir.”

His next flick brought the suede fringe to the top of her mons, and her panting morphed into a low moan. "Don't move your feet, kitten," he cautioned, and he honed in on her pussy, flicking it with precision. Shasta's head fell back as she moaned again. Blake picked up his pace, landing the flogger all around her body, watching carefully as her flesh bloomed pink with each impact. Far from being in pain, Shasta seemed to be becoming increasingly aroused. He stopped to check her, delving his fingers between her legs. They came back drenched, and he moved them to her lips. "Open," he commanded. "I want you to taste yourself." Obediently, Shasta parted her lips and accepted his fingers, t