Slashfic Leather Novels & Stories

My feet were still flat on the floor, but I was completely open — breasts lifted, nipples hard, pussy already glistening and exposed. He stepped back and just looked at me for a long moment, eyes dark with hunger and something deeper. “Fuck, Lila,” he breathed. “You have no idea how beautiful you look like this. Tied up. Waiting for me. Trusting me.” He picked up a soft leather flogger from the wall — black tails, supple and heavy. “Color?” he asked. “Green, Sir.” The first strike landed lightly across my breasts — a warm, stinging kiss that made me gasp. He followed with another, then another, alternating sides, building the sensation slowly. The leather kissed my skin, turning it pink, sen

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

And behind him was the infamous black wolf army. “Hunter from the Hebris Pack will surely emerge as the champion. Oh, should I say… it’s me?” one lycan said beside Hevian. He was Eshlu, Verson’s heir. Hevian remained silent. He didn’t want to engage in conversation with Eshlu because it might end up in another argument that would displease Fang. Besides, Hevian would have taken the hunt seriously if only he hadn’t been distracted in Qalin Forest. He knew his ability and flaunting it wouldn’t change a thing.

He was right last night, he wasn’t going to survive a hundred years with me. Lucifer smirks and I knew he read my thoughts. He leans down and pecks me on the lips. “Behave yourself with Jynx, yeah?” “No promises.” I say then look at Jynx. “Do you own anything that doesn’t look like you’re a demon dominatrix from Hell? We need to run into town.” Jynx raises an eyebrow. “I own all leather.” “Riiight. We are about the same size. I may have something that can fit you in my closet.”

Empowered and mythical, well, all until I put this so-called dress on. The leather itself was soft and lovely; no doubt someone put a lot of effort into it. Not one stitch was out of place; not a single spot carried any evidence of harm or tear. The edges around my neck, cleavage, and shoulders had a super soft, white fur attached to them. And I mean, it is really white, like a newborn rabbit. But it also made me feel like a whore.

How didn't she see it before? She examined it. Its worn leather cover showed the test of time, revealing faint traces of intricate inscriptions that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. For some reason, Thalia's heartbeat sped up in excitement. She traced the inscriptions on the book with her fingers. They were etched in silver and gold, and they formed a mesmerizing tapestry of arcane symbols.

"But the chain is starting to glow! We need more weight!" Félix lunged onto the deck, his emerald aura a roaring, white-hot fire that fought the geometric chill. He wasn't wearing his formal silks; he was back in the scarred leathers of the Rebel, his daggers dripping with the "Cold-Point" energy we had harvested in the Rift.

Varul wordlessly placed me back on my feet, his hands lingering on my waist until he was sure I was steady. I stood in the center of the fur rug, my pulse racing as Varul walked over to the heavy chest at the foot of our massive, carved four-poster bed. He flipped it open, reaching inside, and pulled out two long, broad ribbons of midnight-black leather—the ones used by Northern noble riders to bind weapons. My throat went dry. My toes curling in anticipation despite myself. “Varul...“ My voice was a breathless whisper.

Be ready. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid. Nestled in black satin were two items: a pair of exquisite, delicate cuffs made of supple leather and gleaming steel. And a collar of matching design, thin but unmistakable in its purpose. They were beautiful, horrifying, and devastatingly expensive.

I crack the whip a few times and smile as the sparks fly. I do it one more time and watch him stiffen and sit up straighter from the sound. The crack of this whip is louder than most. It sounds like a low rumbling thunder storm. It’s made from thick leather with silver laced claws and is enchanted with wolfsbane, Paralytic Venom and the holy fire that always burns and cannot be put out unless the person who activated wants it out. Thanks to Vor and Wendy we have plenty of items to help with getting information out of people. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk this out?” I asked in a mocking tone knowing he won’t do it.