Rika Touhou Novels & Stories

You are my little toy and I will decide to scrap you in the bin or take you to bed with me" Marco concluded. His words were still ringing inside her ears even after two hours of that incident. Sleep was far away from her and and there was something very different about how he got mad when she talked about dying. Almost as if he couldn't bring himself upon to even think of the possibility of her dying but then also remained of the fact that he had himself concluded that her life was in his hand like she was some toy belonging to him which could also mean that he did not actually care for her but was just toying with her. A part of her mind wanted to believe that he actually cared for her and

He found clothes he had not chosen, books he had not asked for, and bottles of water arranged too neatly. He found no phone. No key. No loose paper. The tablet on the desk refused to open without a code. The windows were sealed. The door gave a soft click when he tried it, locked from the outside. Lucas slowly looked up. A small camera sat in the corner of the ceiling, dark and quiet. His breath caught. The room was beautiful, but beauty did not make it less of a cage. By dinner, Lucas had stopped shaking, but he had not stopped thinking.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Amy replied, smiling. He turned around and nodded to the corner. “Did it really eat the parasites?” “Yummy.” “C’mon, that’s disgusting!” Amy complained while we chuckled. I felt the warmth wrapping around my hand was hotter and steady, and looked up at her grinning. “He’s fine again!” “You can feel it?” cried Isaac, back to his regular loud self in the blink of an eye. “Can I?” “Can he, Kujo?” “Isaac touch.” “Wow! It’s really intelligent!” Isaac crouched down carefully, resting a hand on the boiler to keep his frail balance, and hesitated. “You ain’t eating me, right?”

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

A slow, filthy drag of his tongue from her entrance to her clit—warm, deliberate. “Fuck,” I gasped, hips jerking against the ribbon. He groaned into me, low and rough, and the sound sent a jolt straight through my clit. His tongue circled, flicked, pressed. My thighs shook, breath catching as he teased the edge of orgasm with maddening ease. But then I felt her. A second body moved—softer, smoother, sin made flesh. Her scent—jasmine and wine—clouded my senses. She leaned down and kissed me—soft lips, full and demanding, tasting of wine and something darker. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I melted beneath her, moaning against her kiss as his tongue never stopped working below.She kissed w

The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach. "Any last words?" He sneered, leaning over me. I forced my gaze up, meeting his eyes. He grinned, warping the sun tattoo into an odd shape on his cheek. "Well?" I opened my mouth, about to cuss at him when he fell forward, covering me in a splatter of blood. I gasped. I'd thought the pain from him kicking me was bad, but the pain of his dead weight bearing down on my beaten body had me balancing the edge of consciousness. I looked up, trying to force the engulfing black away and met pale blue eyes. It seemed my guardian wasn't just a pretty face.

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"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.