Possessed Dolls Robert 소설 & 이야기

“…I deal with it permanently. And right now, you’re stressing me out. Should I deal with you permanently?” “No! I can be useful to you! You said it yourself!” “Can you?” he asked, his finger tightening around the trigger. “Oh, yes,” Robert nodded, swallowing a large lump of fear. “I can be whoever you need! I can do whatever you want!” “Good. That’s what I like to hear.” ***

Robert shared with himself. The person let out a noisy moan, stood up, and covered Dixon's back and ass with cum. Robert was too feeble to even consider standing, however he actually trusted they would rehash it. He realized he would, assuming he was with Dixon. She was quite possibly of the hottest young girls he had at any point seen naked in real life.

But as she stood in the center of the hall, heaving, covered in the Gore of her own child—the heavy oak door groaned open. The world rushed in. Neighbors, flickering torches, and the local militia flooded the room. And there, standing behind them with a face of manufactured horror, was Robert. “Look!” Robert bellowed, his voice a masterclass in deception. “Look at this harlot! She... she slaughtered my daughter!” The crowd gasped. The air grew thick with their immediate, toxic judgment. “Yes, look!” a neighbor cried, pointing a trembling finger. “The weapon is still in her hand!”

The sudden invasion made Natalia scream, but Robert didn't slow, just pounded her ass with the same punishing intensity he'd used on her pussy. "This is what you're here for," Robert growled. "Being passed around Damien's friends. Being used. You love it, don't you?" "Yes! God, yes!" Robert reached around to squeeze her breasts....rough, possessive....and Natalia came again, her ass clenching around him. He followed, emptying himself deep in her ass with a guttural groan. When he pulled out, Natalia collapsed on the bed, and Robert dressed quickly. "Excellent," he said. "Damien, you can loan her to me anytime."

Horatio muttered, eyes flicking toward the door. Robert scoffed. “Quit worrying. They’re probably laughing it up at some boutique. I need to piss.” He pushed his chair back and ambled toward the toilets. The bathroom was dim, lit by a single flickering bulb. Grime lined the tiles, and the mirror above the sink was cracked down the centre. Robert stared at his reflection and grinned. “Still got it,” he murmured. Then—a tap on his shoulder. He turned. His reflection stood behind him. But twisted. Skin pale, stretched tight. Eyes black. Mouth split too wide into a jagged grin.

“Aceli wants one. Where’s Aceli’s, Daddy?” “Those dolls are yours, little fairy.” Pandora struggled to find a way to figure out what belonged to Aceli. The opportunity left her staring blankly at three or four dolls of roughly the same size arranged on a chair. Oh no. Hadn’t Kingston caused the shop owner a huge loss?

“You don’t get to leave, Aira. You belong to me.” The possessiveness in his tone sent a chill racing down my spine. I stumbled back, shaking my head. “I’m not yours, Alexander! You can’t treat me like I’m some object you own!” I turned on my heel, my heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. I didn’t know where I was going—I just needed to run, to escape the suffocating walls of his control. But Alexander was faster. Before I could take another step, he moved with terrifying precision, blocking my path like an unyielding force of nature. His eyes burned with an intensity that made me shudder.

His Possession. THE END.

I shot in a saccarine tone of voice that was fooling no one, before Alex could even formulate a proper answer. That was when she sat at the chair on the other side of the desk. Before long, she began to explain what was happening in a jiffy, “Your patrollers mentioned that the rogues’ smell only hit them when they were close by. I believe that is because they used scent suppressants.” “That’s a possibility,” Alex conceded with a nod of his head as his arms tightened around me ever so slightly. “I then went through three witchcraft textbooks, and I think the rogues had been organized because of a potion they drank which rendered them like puppets – easy to manipulate.”

" Gosh, That guy is a total creep!" Bryan sighs. " Another offer?" Giselle mockingly said as she put a rob in her naked body. " Yeah, Another beautiful offer that is hard to take down" Bryan sarcastically said as he walked towards Giselle and helped her to tie her robe. " You really like a doll" Bryan whispered as he dusted off the shoulder of Giselle. Giselle just rolled her eyes out of boredom. " And all the men out there want to treat me like a doll, A doll on their bed" Giselle bluntly said as she turned her back to Bryan and walked towards her bed and sat down.