Isha Ao3 Novels & Stories

Her skin felt soft against the brick of my nose, compelling me to trail kisses as I muzzle my head more into her neck. So soft yet so firm. I could smell the taste of her arousal making me sick as hard as it could get. I hissed unable to fight back the urge to trail my hands into her jeans. “Sage” She moaned softly her tune messing with my buttons. I dipped further into her panties getting in between her wetness. My middle finger played with her sensitive spot as I lifted to see a satisfying look on her face. “Ugh,” she moaned as I worked harder giving her what she wanted by thrusting my middle finger inside of her.

KAO. The knock sounded at the door again, louder and more insistent. Asai tensed beneath me, his eyes wide as saucers, the bright blue seeming to eclipse his entire face. Something about seeing him like this, wide eyed, roughened hair, his body still trembling from his orgasm, and the sheen of slick on his inner thighs had my cock twitching, the alpha in me wanted nothing more than to bend him back over the desk and finish what we'd started.

After getting back home, Ayame takes a quick shower and goes upstairs and locks herself in. Her room was messy and nothing like before. Books and clothes were scattered around the room. Without stepping on the dump, she takes a seat on her table and opens her new pc. “Now then… Waiting has got me nowhere. How about this group then.” She says as she types into the search box, ‘Yokai talk’ and opens a video in which 2 men appear who resembled Seirei and Yasuhiro.

Future Third Person’s POV In the three days that they were cut off from the outside world, Asha and Samel completed the marking, and their bodies would exude each other’s scents from the physical and astral form. The memories of the past three days burned Asha’s cheeks, and she could not help but to bury her face on the soft bedding of the bed while savoring the sweetness and passion that she shared with Samel.

And I, the rightful wife, had been exiled to this windowless storage room. The piercing ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the dead silence, violently yanking me from my memories. "Hello, this is Elysian Crypts Eternal Rest," a graceful female voice said. "Miss Seraphina, are you still in need of the 'Twilight Ash Ceremony' you inquired about?" "If you place a deposit now, we can hold it for you for seven days. Otherwise, it will be offered to another noble awaiting their final slumber." That was the resting ceremony I had looked into a month ago.

Fuck. The mouthwatering sight of Aito cumming so gloriously just from a finger made Ryu want to blow his load all over Aito’s flat abdomen. Aito was a vison writhing all over the sheets in pleasure. His slender body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, making his skin glisten under the dim lights in the most mind-blowing way. His hole was clenched tight against that one finger, his insides all hot and wet and Ryu felt so jealous of his finger. He wanted to quickly replace it with his dick.

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In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Miya called. Goo left his phone to carry the tray on Miya’s hand. Aiko took his phone and peeked at what he posted. She was furious when she saw her ugly expression displayed on his feed. The post was customized so it was hidden from her. There were also lots of comments poking fun at her. One was from Kalli. “Goooooo! I’ll kill you, you son of a %#?~/.” Goo laughed at Aiko's reaction. Once again, their corner was filled with more pleasant noises that drowned Aiko's thoughts.