Gypsy Slur Novels & Stories

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

“She said they call me worse than that. What’s worse than that?” “A nymph is a beautiful, mystical creature,” he cooed. “Why would you think that is bad?” “You know very well that’s not what you meant. Nymph is also slang for nymphomaniac. I’m not that naïve, Luthias. Don’t treat me like a child,” I roared. “I shouldn’t have called you that. I was upset with myself and I took it out on you. I’m so very sorry,” he apologized.

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Now, when they call me their slut, I get excited. “That’s right, baby, and what do little sluts do?” “They let their masters fuck them until they come all over, Master Jory.” “Good girl, now come, and keep coming as many times as you want.” “Thank you, Master Jory!” Suddenly, a sting rips across my clit and I realize that Jory just slapped it, but it has me coming hard, “OHH...GOD!!!”

“Slap me again. Make it hurt good.” She obliged, her palm cracking against my skin twice more, the sound echoing wet and filthy between our moans. “Greedy little slut,” she teased, but her eyes were soft, hungry. “You love it rough, don’t you? My hand marking this ass while our pussies fuck.”

Slur it bold, too drunk for filters. She grins wickedly, grabs hand. "Thought you'd never ask, groom boy." Floor's packed, bodies grind. "Fúck it, let's keep partying," slurs one buddy. She backs ass into me, soft, round perfection rubbing bulge. Lap dance turns filthy: hips roll slowly, teasing my shaft through pants. "Feel that? You're packing," purrs over music, grinding harder.

O’Grady seized the Pet’s head as he came, fierce and strong. He mumbled something vulgar in Gaelic, but Bianca was still coming, her body shuddering around the empty space between her thighs. The Irishman quickly pulled out and placed his hand on her mound, his fingers sliding into her wetness as she sobbed. The whip came down again, and she clutched the Irishman’s arms as she came. St Just nudged her crack with his whip. “No rest for dirty little sluts,” he growled, and carried on, probing more forcefully,

“Yеаh, but next time уоu nееd tо take it tо thе nеxt lеvеl, a girl еxресtѕ mоrе from hеr ѕlаvе.” “Slаvе?” hе аѕkеd іn аmuѕеmеnt. “Yеаh, рlеаѕurе slave.” He сhuсklеd as hіѕ lірѕ рrеѕѕеd аgаіnѕt mу еаr. “Thеn I’d bеttеr ѕеrvе уоu wеll, madam.”

She’s the only girl who had the guts to punch and slap me on my face. How brave of her. A stupid retard who doesn’t think before she does something that might actually take her life from her. So stupid. “Hey, and why are you smiling there, huh? Are you excited about the big ball? Or are you planning to do some terrifying things again?” That gypsy said which made me put my thoughts into a halt. I removed my smile and glared at her instead. “HAHAHAHA! You’re so lucky that no matter what kind of face you wear, you still look like a Greek god who went down here on earth! Hahaha! You’re so lucky that your Clan has beautiful genes.”

A thick line of drool connected her lips to the tip of his cóck. “Messy little bitch” he muttered smearing it across her cheek. “Can’t even breathe without cóck in her throat” The other gripped her jaw forcing her face up toward him. “Say it” he ordered. “Tell us what you are.” Clara gasped for air, her voice hoarse. “I’m…I’m your slút Sir.” Both men groaned in approval. “Good girl” one said darkly. “And slúts don’t cum until their masters say so.”