Master's Sun Watch Novels & Stories

the master said. Raeya bowed to him. "I understand, master. See you again on another cycle of sunsets."

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What kind of mind games where they playing? "How about some field work? Drake would be attending of course." Master waved at the still smirking Drake. Of course he would. Why not have him tag along? Then we can go skipping through fields and pick flowers while weaving them into weird and ugly looking flower jewelry. I thought grumpily to myself. "Of course Master. Sebastion and I-" He stopped me with a wave of his hand. He shook his head slowly in response to my unfinished answer.

Nothing more. ** That night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed. Turned. The sheets felt wrong. The air felt heavy again. Like the moon was watching through the glass. Like someone was still waiting, watching. Eventually, I drifted off, and the image of golden eyes burned into the back of my skull. The sound of birds pulled him awake. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My back ached. Sunlight painted long stripes across the floor. It was late - later than he meant to sleep in.

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

First for ‘A’, then for ‘M’. I smile and tilt my head in a discreet nod. Her demeanour immediately becomes more nervous, and I can understand why. The sun will rise at eight in the coming morning, so the scheduled time is perilous for us creatures of the night, who yearn for trance with the rising of the hateful sun and who fade to ash in daylight. I’m not unsympathetic, but there’s also nothing to be done for it. She composes herself eventually, and we walk arm-in-arm through the heavy doors blocking off the master’s suite of our Sire’s estate.

' Reed thought to himself. Chief Han stepped outside, standing with his arms on his hips on the front porch. "Don't step out too far, Reed." he warned, as the sun was about to set and the orange sky looked very different from this side of town. He stood at the threshold, leaning against the door frame, watching Killian and Damon pushing a cart filled with harvested vegetables. Reed's jaw dropped. "They... do not burn." Chief Han giggled, "Yes, Reed. They could walk in sunlight."

Secretary Roy had placed it in front of Deffin, but the Young Master did not even glance at it, he remained in his position, raising his legs on the end of the sofa table, and resting his head while closing his sharp eyes. "Do you want to change Erwin? Just leave him in his original position, so that you feel at ease." Roy tried to provide a solution to his Young Master's anxiety. "No, I'm more at ease if Erwin is the one watching Azkia directly when he's in the house. Bik Mur is old and often sick, I'm afraid there will be servants who betray and harm Azkia." "How could anyone dare, Young Master? Your excessive worry, fearing that she would run away, is justified. So you transferred Erwin t

Today, he was off work and was spending the day lounging on the sofa snacking on his third tofu burger and flipping through the channels. As the television landed on the Meal Network, Santiago’s eyes focused on a small pair of delicate hands massaging a large piece of steak. He pushed the volume up button on his remote and found himself sitting straighter and leaning towards the screen as her lovely voice wafted through the room and filled his ears.

Bella furiously ended the call. Bella was a wreck, sobbing uncontrollably, and I, ironically, was the one who had to comfort her. My phone screen lit up. A message from Dante. [Aurora, what's wrong? When the sun rises, our Month of No Masters will be over. I'm looking forward to it.] [I miss you.] [To be honest, the girls out there are all boring. Let's not play this game anymore, okay?] The moon was high in the sky; sunrise wasn't far off.