R Yuri Novels & Stories

I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as he moved closer to me. “Who is Riya?” “Oh, Riya?. She's Someone I met at the heaven’s gate before the moon goddess asked me to go back” “What are you saying?You met who?” He suddenly looked pale, flushed white like he just saw a ghost. “I saw Riya at the heaven's gate, she's the prettiest ghost I've ever seen.” Lucians fingers were shaking, he continued to wipe the sweat off his hand on his pants. He folded his fist, then released it to wipe on his pants again.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.