Seras X Pip Novels & Stories

"Not that specific way, not the treason part but something. You could see her running out of road. She was backed into a corner of her own making and she knew the walls were closing in." I turned to look at him, struck by the gravity in his tone. "You're seventeen, Pip. You shouldn't have to be this good at reading the wreckage of people's lives." "Stable hands see everything, Sera," he said, repeating his mantra with a weary sort of pride. I made a silent vow then: when the dust finally settled on this war, I would ensure Pip was moved somewhere his sharp mind and sharper eyes were actually rewarded. He was too bright for the hayloft.

Mike in another story, another time, "is preparation. We're not here to hurt you, Serah. We're here to make you feel things you've never felt before." When he finally pressed the head of his fourteen-inch cock against her ass, Serah was as ready as she'd ever be. "Breathe," Xavier instructed. "And push back against me. Help me in." She did, and slowly—torturously slowly—he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, the burn overwhelming, but Serah breathed through it, focusing on relaxing, on accepting. "That's it," Xavier encouraged. "You're doing so well. Almost there." When he was fully seated inside her ass, Serah was shaking, tears streaming down her face, completely impaled against the wi

Seras strides in like she owns the place—twin space buns still perfect, purple hoodie swapped for a Lake Hamilton volunteer tee she must’ve dug out of her old closet. She’s carrying a box of glow-in-the-dark paint and a bag of extra LED wire. **Seras (grinning wide):** “Heard you needed a sunrise touch. Where do you want the glow?” Ms. Rivera blinks—then recognizes her. **Ms. Rivera:** “Seras Nakamura? As in… *the* Seras Nakamura?” **Seras (winking):** “Just the cheer one. Here to help my brother and his girlfriend finish their masterpiece.”

"All those people down there, going about their lives. None of them know that up here, you're about to get your ass destroyed." Serah's pulse quickened. They'd discussed anal in the negotiation. She'd agreed to it, prepared for it, but now that the moment was here, nerves kicked in. "Color?" Xavier asked, his hand sliding over her ass cheeks. "Green," Serah breathed. "Good girl." She felt cold lube being applied, then Xavier's finger....ust one....pushing inside her ass. He worked her patiently despite his obvious arousal, adding more lube, another finger, stretching her carefully.