Lady Dimitrescu Genderbent Novels & Stories

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."

She says the last part while flashing me a grin. Finally. Someone that agrees with me on something. Gaining my composure, I pat my hair as I walk towards the almost motionless man. I place the sole of my heels above his eyes and dig it into eyes. He's not dead yet but he will soon so he should feel pain. Have a little taste of your medicine douchebag. “Who are you?” I ask the lady who's still kicking the man. “Me? Dimitra. Dimitra Vicenzo.” “Vicenzo?”

Dimitri's shocked face slowly morphed into one of annoyance and Ramona kept laughing. "Alright, fine. I'm 23 and I'm fully, naturally female." She sighed out. "Now tell me about you." "I'm ga*, 30, childless and jobless." Dimitri let out, smiling. Ramona gasped and raised a brow. "Well I have a doctor friend that's gay too. And he's looking to adopt a kid. I'll introduce you to him." Ramona said, straight faced. Dimitri shrugged, assuming she was joking.

But I almost disregarded them, until a familiar nasally voice chirped up. "Dimitri, can we shift to another table?" My eyes widened as I slowly lifted them up, and right across me sat none other than Dimitri Kingston. His hand was fisted, but I could still see the blood in the curves of his fingers, making my heart ache. Catherine kept nagging him while he glared at everything he looked at, including me. He seemed like he had the same urge inside, yet he stayed put. That's when my eyes fell on the nameplates on the table. It was reserved from before. Could that mean... I glanced at the man beside me. Montero must have donated a fortune to be on this list.

It drew me in like a siren call. Once I made my way to the cracked door, I peeked inside. The girl was thin with blond hair. She had Oscar De La Renta Dangling earrings, which fell over her perfectly slightly smaller breasts. Her long legs were wrapped around the man's waist, greedily thrusting him harder and harder inside of her. "Yes!" the blond cried out in pleasure, "Yes! Dimitri!" I froze. My eyes darted to the man she was fucking. He must have been with her as soon as we arrived. I found him. Dimitri.

Dimitri was a shining example, raised with kindness and dignity by his father. And I love him so much. I saw the library door slightly ajar, and I immediately stepped inside. Passing the tall bookshelves, I headed to the sitting area in the corner. There, I heard soft whispers. Who's there? As I peeked from behind the shelf, I saw a woman straddling someone, her back to me. Her gown had slipped down to her waist. Her body moved wildly back and forth, accompanied by breaths so heavy they made my skin crawl.

she asked the middle ages lady she saw outside of Dimitri's compound Who she is and what she was doing there was none of her concern. Her concern right there and then was to see Dimitri and out an end to the incoming quarrel that was to come " And you're?" the lady turned to asked, she was quite old and should be in her late sixties " Pardon my manners, good evening ma'am, my name is Angela and am here to see Dimitri" she greeted " That isn't my question, I asked who you are?" the old lady asked again sternly, perhaps she's annoyed that Angela didn't greet her before asking of Dimitri

Like she wasn’t his. He was about to walk toward them when a woman deliberately brushed against Dimitry’s shoulder. She was tall, confident, and dressed to draw attention. "Well, hello," she purred. "Care to dance?" Dimitry raised both hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. "Taken, lady," he replied easily, his gaze flickering toward Leila and Vera—both of whom were watching with mild amusement. Unbothered, the woman turned her attention to Roman. His stance alone radiated danger. That amused her more.

“The Brigadiers have been waiting to test their share of the Blood Princess’s new pet.” I climbed onto the heavy oak table in the center of the room and immediately dropped onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pulling my knees toward my chest. My voice came out needy and broken. “Please, Brigadiers… use your shared Bratva toy. Stretch every hole while you talk business. Fill me with your loads. I need to feel what your rank does to a whore like me.” The senior Brigadier, a broad man named Dimitri with a thick beard and cold eyes, stood first. He dropped his pants and rubbed his massive cock along my slit before slamming it deep into my pussy in one powerful thrust.

That was feasible, right? She watched her buyer, Dimitrio De Luca, tentatively. She could never forget the name, it was registered in her head, it was the name of the malevolent Greek god that bought her. She used the term because he looked exactly like one. She had thought him to be as old and grumpy as a miserable bookkeeper, until she was brought to him, and her heart skipped a beat. Again.