Samurai X Novels & Stories

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerry.**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

Sierra has no idea how much I dislike the person she was kissing. Then, Ever appeared on the screen, which surprised the audience as well. Ever is renowned for being cold to others and quickly getting bored in crowds, so when they saw him on the screen, they were taken aback, but I also heard whispers of admiration for him. I just noticed he'd seated close to Sierra when I glanced towards him. Sierra is in the midst between Owen and him, and he seemed so delighted to see himself on the screen that even when he wasn't smiling, his eyes revealed his emotions.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

I turn to Sam and Mama, the other two members of Étoile Band. “And I guess you are Sam and Mama. Good job today.” I smile at them. “This is my cousin, hyung. Introduce yourself, Sam.” Sean ruffles his cousin’s hair and pushes him forward. “Hello, Renzo-hyung. My name is Sam and I play the piano.” The red haired guy says. “Nice to meet you.” “Hello, Sam. Nice to meet you too.” I tell him. “And I’m Mama, hyung. Aikon-hyung’s cousin. I play the rhythm guitars. Nice to meet you.” The shortest one says.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

I glanced between the two masked fighters and rolled my fingers on the desktop. "I can't decide between Ayden and Xavix, which one do you think I should fight?" Ashr grinned slightly and looked at the screen. Xavix is big like me and Ayden is smaller but Xavix has a gimp in his right knee. Ashr exhaled deeply and rubbed his chin in thought. "Pick Xavix, the king's been following him and I'll help you overcome his skill set," Ashr said firmly. I rolled my eyes, certain the only skills the fighter had were his size. Like Ashr they were both freakishly tall.

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

"You wanna die.... Ehn.... You think you can just die, what about your parents, me, your company." He didn't move, he just stand there, still, staring at me.... While I try to control my emotions. I feel angry, hurt and at the same time sad. "Xavier...." He connects his lips with mine, cutting me shut. (My little chocolatings, given those two a ship name *Xap.* what do you think, or you got a better ship name? Like and comment like always. Wait and also, the next chap is a 18 rated scene, please skip if you don't have a liking for sex scenes. Love yal. ADIOS.)

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly--

He can feel it. ‘And I am your Ultima. I mean, who is the superior one here. Let’s not forget that I am the last of two Ultimas in the pack. I think you should not use that tone with me if I am doing it correctly,’ Sam said before Xavier huffed at her. Sam smirked in the mind link. He knew who was the winner between them. ‘Anyway, it was not your place to tell my mate who we really are. I am the one that should break the news to her, not you as her friend,’ Xavier said before Sam was smirking even more.