Slashfic Leather Novels & Stories

It was well taken care of. But then he held it up, revealing it was a pant and shirt suit. She wouldn’t ever wear something so appropriate! She shook her head. But he ignored her and began to dig through another crate. He handed Arcadia a pair of boots and whispered, “Elven leather. Light, durable, and still have room for enchantments.” “Can you try it on, Clarissa?” Arcadia encouraged. “It’s the first decent thing we have seen today.” “It’s not decent.” Clarissa hissed at her as the merchant left the tent.

The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation. Her stomach turned. This wasn't a library; it was a butcher’s manual. "Tristan," she whispered. "Found something?" "No. But... this leather." She touched a book bound in a shimmering, iridescent blue material. "This is Siren skin." Tristan grimaced from across the aisle. "Don't touch it. Some of them are cursed to bite." He stopped. He reached up to a high shelf, pulling down a massive tome bound in black iron. It was heavy, hitting the table with a dull thud.

“You like what happens when you do.” A flush rises, visible even in the firelight. He’s going to needle anyway, because it’s in his marrow. He hooks a finger under the lid and lifts it slowly. The scent of leather, oil, and fresh wood breathes into the room. Inside are the items I had custom made for us. A pair of black leather cuffs lined in soft lambskin. A braided lead with a polished brass clip, attached to a wide black leather collar. A silk blindfold the color of midnight. A glass plug the size of a plum, already warming in a fold of fleece. A paddle made of walnut, hand-crafted to fit my palm. A strip of velvet ribbon, a vial of warming oil and a coil of hemp rope, bone-white and pati

Such a weak fool. I’ve long worked with Sego, aligning myself with him for my own agendas. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have anything he currently has. “Fools, all of them. Before they know what’s happened, I will have all the power. This girl is no different.” I smile as I get to my altar where skulls, skins, blood, herbs, powders, my athame, a cauldron, and more. My hands reach for my book of shadows and I stroke its leather. The leather made from werewolf skins.

Karinna had made alterations to the outfit so it fit Rex’s frame snugly. “What is this made from?” Rex asked, feeling the smooth leather coat. “To the east, there are swamp lands surrounding a large number of stone crypts. No one knows who is buried or why they are there, but there is a wide range of creatures that reside in the swamp. One such animal is a black deathclaw wolf. Its hide can be tanned, and what your wearing is the result,” Cassius said, aligning his own red vest, which was similar in appearance to the one Rex was wearing but had a breast watch dangling from a chain that was hooked through the corner of the pocket and came with multiple slits across the ribs, in which Cassius

The manacles were heavy, made of metal but had a leather casing on the insides to prevent my worm from chafing. A thick brown leather interspersed with iron made a crisscross pattern from his shins to his torso and around his armpits to finally end at his neck. Not only that, but I had used a bright green linen to make a harness around him. While I loved shibari, and I had a lot of fun torturing wormy while I bound him, the harness I wove around him was for a particular purpose.

Soft, but yet painful when administered right. Each strip was studded with a little silver star on the end. The handle was short, less than an arm's length, and fit perfectly into my hands for wielding. I trailed those studded leather strips teasingly down the center of her back to her ass and back again. Her pussy soaked the crotch of her barely there panties and the scent was almost unbearable to my senses. I could feel my cock straining against the latches of my leather pants; these too had been made specifically for this room. "Tilt." She moved her body just right, dropping her chest and tilting her ass, which made her pussy more exposed.

Bins full of nylon webbing, silk ropes, heavy metal chains. I ignore the metal. I want something that won't leave me limping the next day. I find a wall of leather cuffs. I dig through three different pairs before I find the right ones. They’re thick, heavy black leather. The outside has sturdy steel D-rings. But the inside is lined with dense sheep's wool. I run my fingers over the lining. It’s soft and absorbant. It's a massive contrast to the brutal hardware on the outside. I hold them up to Kir.

I had never been so afraid in my life, now knowing what she's capable of, I don't even know what to expect. "What…..What are you going to do with that?" I stuttered. "Gosh, this look of fear in your eyes, it's so sexy on you. The smell of your fear is so appetizing, I can't get enough. Well you see, you can only tell the truth if you can talk, right? So I'm going to cancel out the possibility by cutting off your tongue." She said in a sultry voice. She then brought out a lighter and started heating up the pincers, all the while keeping a smile on her face.

I could only hope that she was telling the truth when she told me she did not spill secrets. Bored of laying in bed, I shift to the edge of the bed. Making my way into one of the large walk-in closets, helping myself to some of Lucas' clothes. Running my hand over the hundreds of shirts and trousers that lined the walls. Leather and linen seemed to dominate the rails. His heady scent seemed to encompass the small space. I start opening random drawers looking for something more casual. Finding drawers full of knives and implements for all manner of dark doings. I help myself to a small blade that I could easily tuck away somewhere. Finally, I find a small selection of jogging bottoms and t-sh