Master Guide Novels & Stories

He said resting his back on the door wall. "I.... Uhm... how.... do I... uhm, well... earn the right to be... uhm... uhm... fucked... fucked.... By your... uhm... uhm..." "By my cock." Master cuts in. I coughed repeatedly, my eyes staring at the cold tiles. "Yeah, that." I blinked my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

If only to survive. “Can I cum, please Master,” I beg. “Not until I finish,” he insists. “You need to remember this lesson, Slone, so you do not repeat the same mistakes. If I tell you to do something, I expect compliance, not questions. If I do not communicate something, it is because you do not need it,” he slows down and I know he is getting close to letting loose inside of me. “I am your Master. You are my disciple, my shiny priestess. But you must earn your place, Slone, you must learn how to behave. You must learn to anticipate my needs and to find your own solutions.”

“You’ll cum when I say so. Not before.” She nodded frantically, already unraveling. “Yes—yes, Master—please—” He pulled back slowly—then slammed in again.

he ordered Roy firmly. "Yes, Young Master." Roy bowed his head and walked out of Deffin's workspace. Although it was already thought of, it still surprised Roy that the young master wanted to quickly Azkia so own. He walked while starting to get busy with his cell phone, instructing his men to carry out the tactics according to the plan that had been thought of. Meanwhile, Deffin in his workspace smiled broadly. "I'll get you, and I won't let you get one step away from me," he muttered.

The Master leans forward and whispers next to my ear, “It is okay, my pet, I will not hurt you… Come.” The Master then steps back, removing one hand from my upper arm as he slides the other up and over my shoulder and across and down my back until it is resting just above my bottom. He applies a little pressure, and I start walking with him over to his motorbike.

"Wait a moment, please." Slowly wind moves to Nina ears, wink! She wakes up from the faint, ten Guild members follow behind. "All of you may be curious, who is the stranger? He is my master, your grandmaster." Everyone takes heal potion, although not bleeding, the injury may have some internal wound. "Make all of this a secret, slave 1 follow me, other keep training." "Yes, miss." All of them feel excited, their grandmaster too strong, their future must be long and prosper.

I pushed Jenny off me (which took an immense amount of willpower, I can tell you) and got up to peer over the divider. Maurice was sitting on the floor with 288 standing opposite him looking his usual disinterested self. “288,” I said, “how do you feel about the Masters?” He looked up at me and shrugged. He’d never done that before. “They’re alright, I suppose.” I exchanged a look with Maurice. Golems weren’t supposed to talk like that. “Did you read the manual, 288?” I asked him. “Yes. Twice.” The manual had been full of information about how to take control of the Masters’ creations. 288 was one of those creations. Reading it must have been quite eye-opening for him.

The Cult Master's mood was still murderous—would he kill her and Ambrose, too? However, what happened next stunned Monica. "Master? What master?" The Grandmaster Heaven Cult Master grabbed his head as if he were in pain. His gaze kept fluctuating; he looked a little crazy. Then, he wheeled around and grabbed hold of Monica's wrist. He said with reddened eyes, "Who am I? Why did you call me Master? You know who I am, right?" When he said that, his eyes sparkled, but his head was in excruciating pain. He started to mutter, "Yes, I have to rebuild the Grandmaster Heaven Cult. I have to search for Mistress... Mistress…"

Jacob said blankly. When Maeve heard that, she was stunned. "Master of Golden Liberty? The Master of Golden Liberty?" "Of course. You might not be aware that the Master of Golden Liberty is extremely talented. He's very young but has already taken over Golden Liberty and is also a grandmaster. He's unprecedented."