Six Fingered Man Princess Bride の小説・ストーリー

Before I could speak, Zac hypocritically advised, "Lana, Cruz's already here. He must know he was wrong. Look, Cruz even prepared a huge diamond ring. It looks like six carats, which is exactly how many years you two have been together! Why don't you give him another chance?" Looking at the ring I was holding, Lana immediately said smugly, "Since you're so thoughtful, I can give you a chance. How about this? If you want to marry me, transfer the ownership of your house to me and move out so that Zac's relatives can stay in it. Otherwise... I'm not going in today. Let's see what you're going to do with all the guests in the banquet hall?" I was instantly speechless. Six carats was simply beca

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Her soul still reached for him, like a shadow cast by a long-lost flame. Then another image crashed in—her, bent over beneath the garden canopy of the Royal Pack. Another dashing man taking her from behind. “F**k me harder,” she had moaned, raw and breathless. “You feel so damn good,” he groaned. “Who do you belong to?” “You… only you…” She froze. That man—Bred. She’d been in love with him. Or at least, that’s what her memories insisted. Three men. Three different connections. All vivid. All intimate. But then—another memory. Cold and brutal. A prince forcing himself on her. The pain. The fear. The certainty it was her first time.

This threw him over the edge as two fingers entered inside of me, stretching me out. “Fuck you have such a tight little Pu*sy princessa.” He groaned. I rode his fingers as he kissed my neck. His other hand was still massaging my breast. He pulled down one side of my bra so my breast came out and he started to suck on it hard. “Say my name Allegra. Please princessa.” He begged again as his fingers started to thrust into me harder and faster.

The more I looked at his face, the more I wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and leave with him. He was messing with me but my head was still in the game. He was equally playing, his face never leaving the table as he rubbed my thighs under the table. Such a multitasking devil! I should've known. He threw a card, and all the men gasped, me included. His grin widened. I feared for the millions I could possibly lose. I had no idea he was this cunning. I got pissed. “Princess, do you still think you'll win?” “Fuck off.” I removed his hand from my thighs aggressively, but subtly.

Kevah coos out. "Così fottutamente, Principessa." (So fucking much, Princess). Manny says as he threw his head back on the rear of the couch. His finger is still embedded deep inside Kevah. "Now move that finger, baby." Kevah bucks on his finger, squinting her walls, tightening it around Manny's long, thick digit. "Dammit! You're not playing fair, Principessa," Manny grunts out his desires as he pumps in and out of Kevah.

’ The Prince thought to himself causing him to chuckle. Eva was more enraged at the fact that the Prince was making fun of her! How dare he! In a burst of more rage, Eva grabbed the Prince by his neck and pulled him down to her where she crashed her lips to his. This time she expected to pull away just as fast as she had pulled him to her but the Prince had another thought in mind. He kissed her back! The sweet taste of strawberries filled his senses once again and he could help to want a bit more.

His fingers rubbed my clit faster, and when I felt his thumb begin to tease over my asshole, I gasped loudly. “Fuck, Princess,” he groaned, pulling his cock from my lips with a wet popping sound. “Your mouth feels like heaven.” “More,” I moaned, gasping loudly as his fingers rubbed my clit again and again. His thumb teased a slow circle around my ass, and I cried out as I arched my back and thrust my ass back into him. “You want me to make you come? You want me to make you come like a naughty little princess, on your knees sucking my cock with my fingers on your clit and this tight little ass?”

She could not contain her screams, "HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HELP!!" Prince Chaitav was really irked this time by this and shoved the 4 fingers that had been inside the servant's lower valley into her mouth. She choked and gagged loudly and violently. Almost retching. Continuing to flail, she bit down harshly at his fingers, and the vibrations of a crunch were felt by her jaw. The Prince cried out in agony and jolted his hand away from her; two of his fingers were tilted at odd angles. Without using this hand, he struggled to get her to remain still again, "YOU LOUSY SQUAWK!!"

My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend. A sharp gasp tears from my throat, and I flinch violently, a reflex honed by years of pain, sinking further into the impossibly soft mattress as if it might swallow me whole. My body tenses, bracing for the blow that must follow such a transgression, even his. “Oh… uh.” The King of the supernatural world stutters, his immense form retreating. He snatches his hand back as if burned, letting it fall clumsily onto his lap. The sight is so jarring, so utterly out of place with the monster I’ve heard about in whispered stories, that my mind simply blanks