Naruto Raiton Master Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she shouted frantically. Raijin stopped her and pulled her closer. "Don't bother, it will heal in a while," he mumbled, breathing in her scent. But something was missing. It was as if her scent was disappearing. With a frown, he softly nuzzled against her neck, rubbing his scent on her. "I dint think I would survive," he whispered. It felt surreal. He had lost his consciousness and to wake up human again. 'The last I remember, I saw my master!' he glanced around frantically. An equally naked Long Ki stood in front with tears running down his cheeks.

After it was off, I asked if he needed help getting hard. "No, ma'am," and like magic it started growing in front of me. Rhonda was already on the couch. After I bent over the arm, I had to pull her a little closer so I could reach her dark pink core. As soon as I started tasting her nectar, Sean slammed into my cunt. I spasmed, my pussy throbbing. "Sean, don't cum until my timer goes off," Master said, setting his watch. "How long, Master?" Sean asked.

Master spoke to the assembled crowd. "Janet, please come here." Janet approached Master and he made her display for all of us. He put his hands over her shoulder. "Janet here is very new to submission. She just admitted to us all this past Thursday that she was a sex slave, like most of you. Before coming to this realization, in the process of exploring her feelings about submission, she developed a list of things she wished to try. My lovely slave, and wife, Julia has been doing these items with her so she could explore her submission without exploring them with a male which could be upsetting to her boyfriend. Two of the things on her list were nyotaimori, which she participated in at supp

He had an intuition that the Dark Realm, Transformation Realm, and the Master Realm would not be the end for Nanako. In that case, Nanako might live for a hundred years or even more than two hundred years. Once she broke through to the Master Realm, she might be able to master Reiki just like Charlie himself. Once she mastered Reiki, she would probably live for five hundred years or even longer, just like the Longevity Master, Marcius Stark. How could he let her walk on this long path alone? With that thought in mind, Charlie stood up, took the glass from Yahiko’s hands with both hands and said firmly, “You can rest assured, Mr. Ito. I promise that I will always accompany Nanako to the end n

The exhaustion from our encounters and the anticipation of what awaits me both physically and emotionally weigh on me. *** Master: Be ready for your punishment, kitten. I pout after reading Master’s message, standing in the kitchen. I don’t know now what punishment he has thought. A mixture of excitement and nervousness courses through me. With a soft sigh, I respond to his message. Me: Okay, Master. I place the phone in the pocket of my apron, my heart fluttering with anticipation. The message from my Master that I should be ready for my punishment has sparked a range of emotions within me.

"Could you just switch back to your form? The phase of the moon had weakened since yesterday night." "Please don't tell Master Riftan about this!" he begged her. "I wouldn't want to be on his bad side." "You already have become on my bad side, Kan." a dark voice lingered in the room suddenly. I know that voice. Riftan closed the distance between us and crossed his arms. He inspected the cage and then sighed, "You broke the cage." Kan was petrified. His legs started to tremble as he lowered his head down, avoiding Riftan's cold gaze, "M-Master."

For a second I thought I had imagined it, but he didn’t give me time to find out. Master was a lot faster than James. His movement sharper and more precise, almost merciless as he beared down at me. All my instincts swirled to life. My hairs stood up as My wolf lior surges to the surface, partially taking over my senses, he was guiding my steps, so that I don't die in the hands of my master…but despite the force and mercilessness, I could feel it. Master was holding back, almost like he was testing me. “Bastard, i will lend you a little of my strength” lior growled inside my head, before a warm feeling flowed through my bones, traveling through my body like electricity.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

After that everyone was scared of serving the master,no one agreed to go near him,the maids would argue on who would serve the master next no one wanted to get punished, but they admired him and even wished to be his mistress but the master never showed any interest,Ma Nora served the master herself sometimes and she got fed up with it and decided to take action. A roaster was written by Ma Nora of how to serve the master,the maids disagreed with it but they couldn't change it since she is the boss so they went along with it carefully and no one fell victim of any punishment,I still haven't finished my training so I wasn't included yet and I was glad,I didn't want to get on the masters nerve

“You are dramatic. Master is not bad man.” A constant beat ached in my head whenever someone spoke to me in this home that defied all rationality. The only thing Ronan needed in order to become the classic villain straight fromthe pages of a vampire novel was fangs. The fact Yulia couldn’t see that, given she just referred to him as “Master,” conjured the mental image of himbrainwashing her with a supernatural power. “I’mnot sure how men courted in your day and age, but in the twenty-first century, this”—I tugged at the ropes on my wrists—“isn’t exactly the best third date.”