Futanari Visual Novels & Stories

As Finrir watched with perfect clarity, finrir cried, pearly white tears of happiness seeped from his eyes dispersing into the water, witnessing his hopes and dreams materialize before his very eyes. After taking a long moment to absorb the depth of Tritan's commitment to their forming bond, Finrir gently pulls his hand away from Tritan's grasp. Tritan waits, sitting in Finrir's lap, anticipation coursing through his veins as he awaits Finrir's response. Aware of Tritan's inability to see in the deep gloom that surrounds them, Finrir moves slowly and deliberately. He takes Tritan's wrist in his hand, guiding it to his mouth, palm facing down. With the utmost care, Finrir allows the sharp poi

It's obvious she likes Chad with the way she's staring at him. I glimpsed at him and his friends, he laughed to every words his friends tells him, he looks so cute with those dimples tho. My heart skipped a bit when he glanced at me, seems he noticed I was staring at them. "Hey." He mouthed with a smirk. I smiled and quickly fix my attention to our table. Damn, it's gonna be a long day. . . . . . Negan ~ "I had a nice time with you babe." She grinned touching my cheeks.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "You can open your eyes now," Her words reach my ears when I've... settled into position on the bed. I blush, then breath deeply at the feeling of seeing again as my eyelids go open. I'm blinking to adjust my vision while she trails her hands softly over my hips, tracing the bands of my panties.

The hidden sanctuary felt worlds away from the endless war waiting for them back home. Soft morning light filtered through the heavy curtains in the main bedroom, casting gentle patterns across the large bed. Ronan and Elias lay tangled together under the thick furs, the kind of closeness that would have been impossible to imagine just a few days ago. Ronan’s big hand moved slowly under the covers, tracing lazy circles along Elias’s waist. His fingers brushed over smooth, cool skin, feeling the subtle rise and fall of the vampire’s breathing.

She knew he was painting her and knowing he wanted to see her pussy drove her even wetter. Her breath caught as she let go of her tits, adjusted so that she was facing him directly, and raised her legs. She parted her thighs, slowly then, watching him suck in a breath as he looked at her. To Valter, the nice dark curls between her legs led to a place he could only call heaven. His Olympus. A wet, pink, beautiful cunt. Time stretched between them and Fanny closed her eyes tight, afraid that he would be repulsed by what he saw. She opened her eyes to find him watching her intently, his pupils dark and wide. Something electric buzzed between them.

Nebula, her connection to nature tingling, whispered, "This place isn't just watching us; it's guiding us. We're its chosen guests." Lyria, the eternal guide, pointed to a mural depicting a cosmic dance, "This mural, it speaks of balance, of cosmic forces intertwining." Eldric, the scholar, excitedly took notes, "These revelations will reshape our understanding of the realms. Our quest is rewriting history." Sasha, her intuition ablaze, added, "We need to translate the realm's intent. It's trying to communicate with us through these images." Maris, his sword poised for any threat, warned, "We're on the verge of profound discovery, but danger may lurk in the shadows."

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

Vale was going to kill me. Okay, maybe not kill me but definitely torture me. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past him to tie me to the bed and shove a vibrator in my ass; forcing me to come over and over against for hours from as far away as the bluetooth would reach. Faris growled, seemingly liking the idea but I shook my head. I gave him the mental image of us, writhing in pain as we were drenched in sweat and cum and seemingly no end in sight. He seemed to back off a little after that image when through our mind.

By the time they turn the next corner, they come to a sliding stop at the scene before them. Fredrick and Nicolas look past Vlad, who seems to be fighting himself to the male behind him, only that male seems to have a female pinned between him and the wall. Fredrick's eyes lock with the same beautiful blue eyes that he has been looking into every day and evening for over a month.

“Good. Because it turned me on too. Seeing you like this, trusting me completely, giving yourself over to my control.” His finger finally slides inside me and I arch my back, pulling against the restraints. “That’s it. Pull all you want. You’re not going anywhere.” He adds a second finger, pumping slowly while his thumb finds my clit. “I’m going to make you come just like this first. With my fingers. Want to feel your pussy squeeze me.” He sets a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on each stroke. I’m already close, wound tight from the anticipation. “Come,” he commands.