Remas Tetek Novels & Stories

His hands run up my shins before stopping at my knees, and pushing my legs gently apart. He hums in appreciation as he looks down at me. “Isn’t she perfect, Rem?” “Yes,” Remy breathes, still exactly where Callen left him. His fingers trail over me gently, making me gasp at the barely there contact over my sensitive flesh before travelling up over the small patch of hair and stopping at my lower stomach, where he rests his hand. “Tell me, Remy, did you put a baby in my mate?” “I… think…” Remy hesitates before he squares his shoulders, a streak of stubbornness and pride trickling through the bond. “Yes,” he says confidently.

My medical history came out, so I wasn't scared, because I knew, from the beginning of all I started, I would win, because I was the only mother of children. I opened my eyes, took a sip of my wine, and a woman stopped in front of me in a black dress, with a hump on her stomach, and it looked like it was I am about to ignore her, case the calling card she holds is familiar, that is Reme's calling card, and the nooko quickly nodded. She is about to talk ahead of me. "Are you looking for Remonise Doctolorez?" I said and he nodded quickly, his face shone.

The memory lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the complex emotions that entangled them both. "Re... Reema bi– help," her voice quivered with fear as she frantically called out for help. But instead of finding solace, his response was a chilling chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. "She takes sleeping pills before bed. Have you forgotten, baby?" he jeered, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating her hope. With a deep breath, she fought to contain her rising anger, determined not to let it consume her.

I covered my mouth, a wave of nausea washing over me. "Stay away from me." Caleb's eyes registered the hurt. "Do I truly repulse you that much?" I took a moment to regain my composure before speaking, my voice laced with ice. "For the baby's well-being, please maintain your distance." Caleb froze, his eyes widening. "B-baby?" I gently laid a hand on my still-flat stomach. "The Wolf King's pup. Of pure bloodline." Caleb's mouth parted, his usually sharp wit rendered utterly useless.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

Now to find Remin, the woman to whom she had given her darling baby, Strukus. Termla approached the small building a few feet away from the river bank where Remin lived. She had no reason to disguise herself since she appeared to be Fella, a young plain-looking woman, no one would pay attention to her. She approached the house uninterrupted and knocked at the door. From within she heard the sound of a child and smiled, her baby was healthy and safe. She heard Remin’s beautiful voice sing cheerful songs to her child, the singing stopped when she heard the knock.

I told him, “Do you understand me?” “Yes, ma’am.” He replied, looking past me at the others. “Look at me,” I commanded. He did so. I moved my hips faster, deeper, feeling him hit my womb. In seconds, we both reached our climax. My body shook as I rode it out, still on top of him. I was so tired. Managing to get off of him, I laid down in the bed, still trembling from the high. Connor kissed my head as he shifted and got up. “We should let her rest.” He whispered to his brothers.

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

Remy I'm seeing things for the first time through new eyes. Instead of being jaded by the experiences I had as a kid, I'm opening my heart to new feelings. As we walk through Target, I let Tatum's enthusiasm rub off onto me. "What about this one, Rem?" She holds up a plate, showing it to me. It's white in the middle with a ring of gray around the outside. "Not too girly, but not totally masculine either."

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.