روايات وقصص ضمن Medieval Nightgown

The part from the middle of the thighs downwards, was completely transparent and I breathed out a sigh as I tried to guess who had picked out this kind of night wear for me between my mother and Aunt Gianna. After taking one last long look at it, I turned around and headed towards the cupboard in the bathroom where my nightwears had been stored in to check if I’d see a different, more decent type. I thankfully saw one that was like the type I had at home, free and extremely decent, the remaining were all seductive types of night gowns. I quickly changed out of the overly revealing nightgown I was in and wore the one I’d feel the most comfortable in, even though I was most definitely sure abo

The dimly lit room, along with its dark and heavy presence, made my skin shiver, as the small bonfire in the corner of the gothic medieval-style room was not enough to warm my oddly freezing body. In accordance with my astounding awaking, I sat on the surface of where I was and tried to get up, yet I squirmed and struggled when I felt that my hand was tied. My eyes drifted down to my tormenting arms, and then I saw that I was no longer wearing modern clothes, but instead, it was suppressed by a navy blue ruffled puffy medieval dress.

This was nothing short of absolutely dreadful. My maids rushed in immediately after she left, and I was forced to change into the same nightgown I avoided. What a shame. The white nightgown felt good on my skin as I put it on; the fabric was smooth and tender. It was simple, flowing down gently to just my ankles. The neckline was a soft scoop, tied delicately with a little bow right in the center. Over it, I wore a light, sheer shawl, also white. It had beautiful lace trim along its edges, which draped softly over my shoulders and arms. My long, wavy dark hair cascaded around me, framing the whole look.

“I haven’t even figured out how to sleep in a normal bed with two grown men nearby.” “We’re excellent cuddlers,” Kael offered. “Award winning,” Riven added. I groaned and covered my face. “Goddess help me.” "You’re going to love this," Lunaryn purred. And the worst part? I already did. The closet was a fucking dream. I was still pacing through it slowly, fingers drifting over rich velvets and embroidered silks, when I saw it, an outfit I didn't even remember ever owning. Black leather. Silver clasps. Moon sigils. Reinforced stitching in the elbows, knees, and chest. Battle gear, but beautiful. Feminine. Form fitting in all the best ways.

And with that he was gone. Gritting my teeth in anger. I shrugged the covers off me and tried to look for my nightgown. It hung limply on a cloth stand. Jamie, the neat freak he was, must have hung it there at some point together with pieces of my lingerie. I ditched the lingerie and shrugged on the skimpy nightgown, a silk wear that draped softly against my skin. I'd threatened Cara into getting it for me and it didn't seem like it was out into any use at all.

Picking it up, Xavia said, “How about this? It’s all white like your wedding dress will be, and I’m sure it’ll make you look extra gentle that night…” The nightgown was supported by slings, and though it had a straight neckline, the fabric around the bosom area was translucent, which meant that the wearer’s breasts would partially be revealed without being too obvious… In other words, an extremely seductive combo! Now beaming, Bianca replied, “…And this is why I called you out! You truly have excellent tastes, Xavia!” Smiling in response, Xavia was just about to reply when Bianca added, “Hey… Why don’t you get this for yourself?”

I say under my breath as I slowly open the box. Inside is an elegant nightgown of silk ribbons in shades of cream and jade-colored tulle. I pull the delicate garment from the box, slowly lifting it to see that it is sheer and long, gathered just below the breasts so that it can flow elegantly around my rounded belly. The box also contains a matching satin robe and a small satin thong. At the bottom of the box is another box, this one flat and wide and made of velvet. Opening it I gasp.

With his current emotion, it wont be impossible to say he can take on hundreds of mindless invaders of the night. As he made step towards the balcony in silent trudge, his hand trained carefully to the swords inside the sheath which wrapped around his waist in leathered belt. Nevertheless, instead of an expected invader for the night, the young prince only saw a lady in red satin dress. Her hair weaved into careless notch down to her waistline. The air seemed to dance around her bodice, making the sheer fabric on her shoulders to flew in one direction. In such comfortable breeze, there came the presence of the fireflies, twirling mid air and around the balcony as if giving the lady solace f