Lois Vore Novels & Stories

“Your mom just had a… wild exercise, and she needs to change. You wait here.” She walked over to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, then turned back to Cassie with an intense gaze. “While she goes to change, you stay put. Understood?” Lorelei’s stare lingered until Cassie’s shoulders slumped. “Y–yes, ma’am,” Cassie muttered, looking like a scolded goldfish. I couldn’t help but be impressed. How does she do that? One look from Lorelei Voss and even a storm would go quiet.

She did not have to turn around to tell who it was. Liora Voss. A broad-shouldered, tall, tattooed woman with anger in her eyes. Liora Voss loved breaking people. Especially weak ones. Well, well, said Liora Voss loudly when she halted before Selene. “Look who’s hiding back here.” Selene kept her eyes down. Liora Voss tilted her head. “Hey. I’m talking to you, 1165. Lift your head.” Slowly, Selene raised her chin. The accident had scarred and disfigured her face, the cause of people staring, whispering, or quickly looking away.

They were all women of colour and seemed to have formed a special kinship from it. Lois had dark dark skin, a deep rich shade of brown and her hair was in the longest box braids I have ever seen, reaching all the way down her ass, down to her ankles. Her face was beautiful with a regal facial bone structure that made her look sophisticated and almost queen–like, with a proud snobbish nose that made it look like she was eternally looking down on you. But she smiled at me and gave me a stilted regal wave that made me smile back at her.

The two she-wovles continued glaring for a long period of time. “Enjoy this all while it lasts. You'll get what's coming to you.” Lorraine snarled at Kory. “Leave already!” Kory shut her door abruptly Lorraine’s face. Lorraine frowned, but the frown turned into a wide grin. She turned and left for her room. Kory couldn't stop thinking about Lorraine's remark. Everything seems so entwined to her. The clothes and the precision of her taste in clothes are too creepy to accurate. She's getting a weird feeling from all these. Yet, she waved it aside with the saying, ‘he's my mate'.

That day was the day I and Lois started to talk finally after a month of just greeting and minding our businesses and within that one month, Lois was a darling and she will forever be… She had always offered to help but I told her all the time that I had it under control until that night Vittoria arrived… “You really think you don't need help, Dessy?” Lois asked as she watched me Lay the bed clean while Vittoria took a bathroom break. “No I'm fine I have it … “Under control but you keep sweating even under the air conditioner and not to talk of you checking your phone a billion times!”. At that moment I brought out my phone again unconsciously and checked the time.