Male Lady Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

Ada Wong, the renowned freelance spy, found herself in a precarious position. After infiltrating Castle Dimitrescu in the heart of the Eastern European mountains, she was captured by the enigmatic and alluring Alcina Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle had a sinister plan for Ada and the other captive, a young woman named Evelyn. Alcina, with her striking beauty and an air of authority, stood before the bound women. "Welcome to my castle, my dears. You will serve a vital purpose here." Her voice was smooth like silk, yet laced with an underlying menace.

“This is Mia, she's mine.” Luckily Mia doesn't argue with my statement. “It's an honor to meet you in person, Lord Dimitri.” “I see you already know my name.” Lord Dimitri comments with a smug look, while I fight the urge to pull out his eyes. “Wait, I think I know you. You're Queen Elara's sister right?” Mia gives him a small smile. “Something of that sort.” He grins foolishly. “You girls are sharp, snagging high profile men.”

Long, bony, slimy green fingers wrapped around her neck and she went stiff. A misshaped, green, slimy face came into view. Its yellow fangs gleamed as it licked its tongues over them. Demetris. “What a lovely dinner,” he said. “What is a woman like you doing in these forests?” He brought his nose near her face to sniff her. “Ah! Haven’t had such a lovely feast in a long time.”

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I hadn’t glossed over the fact that she made no noise while walking, something that probably took years of training. Lucian reached into his inner pocket and pulled out the scarf we had found. We hadn’t settled down as the woman had urged us to. We stood at the lavish dining area, standing tall with our guards high. The old lady son returned with three glasses of what I assumed was tea. The steam fanned through the air. She gazed at us with half lidded eyes, expression no longer soft but lank and serious. “I’m sorry to say this, boys, but Master Dimitri is no more, despite the rumours going around.” She said as she dropped the tray on the table.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

The waiters also took care of me and gave me a glass of wine just to make me relax while waiting for my companion. After a minute of waiting, the entrance door opened then I saw a fine lady. She walked towards my direction gracefully. She had a sweet smile. She's tall, looks simple but yet elegant. She's indeed beautiful with her red dress which suits her porcelain skin. I was stunned! Yes, I admitted it. She looked like one of the Goddesses of Mount Olympus in Greek Mythology. She was more gorgeous than before but nah! I was still not interested. I already have the most precious gem of my life which is my angel. The one and only, Angela.

Not to mention that the body build of the woman was nothing like the Milana. This woman had more flesh and hip dips. My grip on the bottle and the glasses tightened and I watched in disbelief as Dimitri stalked towards the woman. instinctively, I retreated behind the shrubbery that lined the path just before the pool's edge. Peering through the foliage, I desperately sought a clearer angle, a better view of the unfolding scene. Moving to the other side of the pool, I got a closer observation, hoping against hope that my eyes deceived me. But as I dared to glance up again, a sharp intake of breath caught in my throat, freezing me in place.

" ******** Meanwhile, somewhere else in Florida ******** Unknown POV; I walk into Dimitri’s office after he yells for me to come in, and I halt at the sight before me. Sprawled over his table with her back turned to him, is a blonde lady with smudged makeup, and messy hair he’s pulling, and they are both naked from waist down. I watch as Dimitri keeps ramming into her from behind while pulling her hair and occasionally spanking her ass as her loud moans fill the room. “Yes. Any news? “He demands amidst groans, and I swallow to lubricate my throat.

but it was far easy to spot her, it was she everyone saw, she everyone rented. the good mother was a good friend to Dumont m. Bucharest, and Adulf Cain was a good customer. he was dedicated to sleeping with only one of the prostitutes. who happened to be the most famous, harder for him, because she became costlier, for the men sorting her tripulated. but because Marco was a good buddy,it ment good deals.