Futa Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I totally see that." Dimitria was my other girlfriend that I had; and she was extremely gorgeous as well. She was a remarkable woman at only her age. Her amber gold hair brought out the best of her features, including her beautiful chocolate brown eyes. While she was only five feet three inches tall, her other features completed her, including her beautiful C cupped breasts. Like me, she also took exceptionally good care of her medium sized frame that had been trained throughout the years. She was taught alongside Kaitlyn to use her body as a weapon—including her charms. However, this was the one thing we could never agree on; Discarding Erin.

*** Justin Back at the mansion, Xavier and I have just discovered that, Lady Candice is the one who killed Lord Cameron. “James where is Lady Candice?” but before he could answer, another one of Lord Cameron’s loyal guards whose name is Dimitri came up to us and answered the question. “Good evening, Xavier, Justin. We have Lady Candice held in one of the holding cells located under the Mansion.” we begin to walk to the cellar that leads us to the holding cells under the mansion.

DIMITRI Knock ! Knock ! Knock ! And before even Dimitri could respond, Taron entered. “Boss, she is gone,” Taron spoke haphazardly. “I know, I felt her goodbye,” Dimitri spoke sullenly. “But my men say that she did not arrive at the Whitakers mansion,” Taron continued. Dimitri sat up straight at this. “Where is she?” Dimitri asked. “She took a morning flight to Bulgaria,” Taron sighed. “I checked at the airport, she was alone, and of course, Whitakers cannot step foot in Joburg, so, she ran away from them, but she ran away from us too, boss.”

Cracking her eyes open a bare slit, Lily stilled as she caught sight of the tiny heart-shaped face that was all too familiar. Christ the woman was so beautiful, middle-aged. Elegant in the right places. "I'm Dimitri's wife. My name is Demi." Same blond hair, although she was cut short and spiked. The same green eyes. The same slender body. Even the same stubborn line of their jaw.

I remember that he was about to answer my question when I had asked him for the first time, but then something happened and he started ignoring me. ‘Does that mean someone asked him to keep his mouth shut? But who could do that?’, I wondered. I try to google about Camella Reynolds, who is known as Cam or Ella, she is twenty-three and it only told me that how wealthy she was as an only heir of a billionaire from Italy. Her parents died five years before and she was engaged with Dimitri Ivanov. I checked the details of Dimitri Ivanov and to my disappointment nothing, much information was provided over google.

The Chaos Sacred Lotus was especially alluring to the Quasi Acmeans, who could potentially reach the Acme Rank. This was a gathering of Quasi Acmeans, and everyone on the Chaos Gold Ranking was of particular interest to the public. Outside Doom City, a man and a woman walked in. The man was handsome-looking, and the woman was stunningly beautiful. They seemed to be a match made in heaven. “Wyot Dalibor has arrived.” “The woman beside him must be the owner of Mount Doom.” “Her name is Yemima Dalibor. Though she’s a woman, she has immense potential. I hear that she’s already an Acmean.”

Her eyes flickered red when she looked at Tessa again. Tessa looked terrified but stayed rooted to her spot, like she was scared that one move will be the end of her. "I'm not sure if a fair Lady such as yourself will be able to stomach what I'm about to do to her." Dimitri flirted with the Lady. And she let out a fake ass laugh and placed her hands with freakishly long nails on his chest and trailed them down to his crotch suggestively, "oh, you underestimate me, Prince Dimitri. I believe that we could punish this slave as foreplay and then we can have our own fun," and then she circled Tessa's breasts with the tips of her nails, "and maybe she can join in the fun later too."

Like she knew what was coming. The dream clung to him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He crossed to the window, pushed it open, letting the cool night air wash over him. Somewhere out there, Dimitri was moving pieces. The old rivalry, once dormant, was rising again. And now… there was a woman in the middle of it. *Six years ago*, In the grand marble halls of a so-called neutral estate in Montenegro, Luca and Dimitri had once stood side by side—not as friends, but as uneasy collaborators.

He grunted and held her, deepening their kiss, no gentleness in his response. When he lifted his head, he growled against her throat, “Dmitri’s niece. A woman named Jana Rudenko.” His Woman raised her large eyes, wide with apprehension, as she looked at him, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat, fear in her expression. Lucien Delano grunted, “She’s in the US, woman. Out to ruin me and mine.” He lifted the tumbler of whiskey and sipped, holding her frightened eyes with his.

she ordered. "Alright, Nadja," the man clinked as he passed. "Wait a minute! Dimitri will take Natalya here." Lexus threw a glance at Sergei and Seth. The pounding in his chest grew tighter. The name of the woman they were looking for, Natalya. What could it be, is just a pseudonym? He was completely messed up at this time. His chest was stuck. Moreover, when the man who was called by the name of Dimitri came with a brown-haired girl with a face that almost made Lexus's heart out of its niche.