Queen Hazel Footjob Novels & Stories

“I’ll set knives in the choke and a silent line past it. If they rush without thinking, they’ll hamstring themselves.” I nod. “And the pits?” “Covered. Blackthorn bracken looks like bracken. It’ll eat a leg if you don’t know where to place your feet.” Hazel’s grin shows her canines. “Do we get to keep souvenirs if they step wrong?” “You can keep a shoe,” I say. “Assuming you make the shot that lost them the foot.” Hazel salutes with two fingers and saunters out the way she came. She never ceases to impress me.

“Wow, parasite. That’s very original. What’s next, calling me a demon? Oh please, get more creative.” Hazel’s nostrils flared. “I will find a way to burn you out, I swear to God.” Jade chuckled. “Go ahead and try. But you won’t be successful, Hazey-Dazey.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Enough. Both of you.” Hazel threw up her hands. “Don’t look at me! She started it!” “Correction,” Jade said smugly. “I finished it.”

Hazel kept begging and begging for more of his touch. He turned her gently, and placed her back on the bed. He spreads her legs sideways, while he leaned in and suckled her wet and inviting vagina. Hazel moaned, and begged for mercy, but he was more focused on satisfying his desires. He licked her vagina with his wet tongue, causing her to speak in different languages.

I asserted and began moving toward their table. Gavin stopped me and told me to check out the couples dancing. Narrowing my eyes I gasped. “Is that Remy and Styx?!” Chuckling he said, “Yeah, the doctor must have released her.” Torn between both special people I opted for Hazel since Remy was enjoying herself with the Beta. When I reached Hazel, she stood, and my eyes widened in shock. “I got prosthetic legs,” she announced joyfully and I smiled widely. “She's still getting used to them but wanted to try them out in public today,” Nick, her mate added.

She plants her feet flat on the cold linoleum floor and stands straight up. "I do not want the surgery!" Hazel shrieks. "Get away from me! I am going home!" I step back. My boots click against the floor tiles. Asher, my Lycan spirit, wakes up in the back of my skull. He scratches at the walls of my mind. He smells the adrenaline in the room, but he also smells something else. He smells a trap. Look at her feet, Asher growls. Look at her stance. Hazel is balanced. She is not swaying. For three months, she told me her heart was failing. She told me she could barely walk to the bathroom without fainting. Now, she is skipping across the room toward the door.

He was good at pretending to mind his business. She nodded and went to the jewelry shop with Fred while two bodyguards followed Hazel to the shoe shop. Remaining two bodyguards stayed out looking around to see any unnecessary intruders. Hazel had many shoes but all of them had heels even though this time Cyrus did best to not place any heels there. But all of her shoes contains a little heel under them and she needed a shoe she could wear being at home. A comfortable one atleast. She was looking through the shoes when suddenly she felt a presence behind her. Thinking that it might be a worker she kept her gaze fixed on the row of shoes.

Hazel is mine alone! "Don't even go there, she's out of bounds" I warn sternly "Why's that?" He asks confused "I like her okay, so you stay at least one mile radius away from her" I warn again and this time around more sternly. "Boys, who's this Hazel girl?" "She's Klaus' personal assistant" "And you both are interested in her?" Mum asked with a creased brow. "I like her" Craig insists "No you don't!" I interject.

By the time she was done, Hazel's face was red, her finger designing the face like a fingerprint party. Heavy tears rolled down her cheeks. To Ixora, tears are for babies. She should be shedding blood, not something as low as tears. She raised her boot and pushed Hazel's head. Hazel lay on the floor trying to recover from the stinging slaps. Ixora raised her legs and carefully placed them between her breasts. "Argh!" Hazel cried out. "You've always been a bad single," Ixora said scornfully, adding pressure to the boot. The sole of the boot wasn't the regular one. It had a pointy sole like needles.

He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing mine— Panicking, I grabbed a heavy leather boxing glove resting on the counter next to me to push him back, but my clumsy fingers slipped. The thick glove fell right off the edge, landing with a loud, heavy thud directly onto his bare foot. Axel hopped backward instantly, his face twisting in pain as he clutched his foot. "Ow! What the hell, Hazel?!" I burst into a fit of nervous laughter, holding my hands up. "Consider it a test of your reflexes! A true finance mogul should never be caught off guard."

Leopard print thigh-high boots like it was just waiting for her. Deja squinted at it. "...Now why the hell does other-me have this in here? Ain't she supposed to be corporate Barbie?" She side-eyed the ceiling like she was talking to God or whoever was watching. "Lowkey... this gotta be my guardian angel slidin' me gear for the mission. I see you, sis." And just when she thought it couldn't get better — she spotted it. A neon pink faux fur jacket. AND — this the kicker — a little box labeled "Hair Accessories".