Master Of Gu Novels & Stories

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

My late father must have been bellowing in his grave. "..he couldn't do anything about it. That's how it is.. if the Master wants you there is no way of going about it." "Do you still see him..?" "Who?" She questioned. "Master Gallagher the 1st.." "Occasionally.." "Do you like it?" I questioned and this made her laugh. "Stop with the stupid questions dear." I felt guilty. "You said Master William was here yesterday?" I changed the subject. "Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father."

Master said. It was a good thing Master would be going first with Gwen, and she was doing one at a time, and doing me last. I knew he'd need at least some recovery time, before being ready to fuck again. Master shed his clothes. No point in fucking with them on. He was rock hard and he took Gwen from behind, sliding into her slick slit like nobody's business. She gasped, finally filled after an evening of overall arousal and a lot of frustration from the Slave Trainer. She was climaxing within four minutes. "You're so fucking tight," Master moaned. "How can you be so tight?"

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

"The Master is currently in the medical wing. He was under the impression you were... resting." "The Master is a fool who thinks a bandage can fix a structural failure, Akeem," I said, stopping inches from him. I didn't look up; I looked *through* him. "I’m here for the girl." "She’s with the nanny. She has strict instructions…"

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

Master wakes up with a jump and he grabs my hair tightly and pulls my head up to look at me. "Don't do that again. I didn't give you permission to touch me," he says firmly and I notice he's grabbing the bedsheet tightly with his other hand. "I'm sorry Master, I was trying to give you a surprise," I say gently and he lets out a sigh. "Go on then, make me cum and I won't punish you," he says and lets go of my hair. I move my head back to his dick and take it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head. Master groans and holds my hair again, his hand pushing me all the way down his dick so I choke. A horrible gag fills my throat but I keep sucking to make Master feel good.