Slashfic Leather Novels & Stories

Sensing the leader's presence, he abruptly stood up, staggering slightly. - Bring the skin. The werewolf nodded and sped off down the long corridor. He returned, holding a massive leather jacket in his hands. This is a kind of chain mail with steel plates descending just below the waist. She was sheathed in leather, so she could be worn during the day without attracting attention. The special design allowed this jacket to expand several times, which made it possible to wear it in the form of an animal. Alud immediately threw it over his shoulders, shackled and sewn especially for him, she lay down like a glove. He buttoned his jacket and went out to Yulia. She kissed him tenderly. He squeeze

Seeing the figure of the Master whom he had always respected looked the same age, the image of the father that had been ingrained in Radcliff's mind collapsed at once. “No, I’m not. Actually, this is my true form, Radcliff. All this time, I disguised my real appearance,” replied Lycus Lewis with a grin. Lycus Lewis' gold amber eyes beamed with joy to see Cassia and Radcliff back. He waved his burgundy hair, which glistened in the sun. His appearance in a blue-sky robe with gold patterned embroidery was harmonious with the Zergenth spirit's appearance. He was twirling the green bamboo flute in his hand casually. His muscular body looked relaxed, and Lycus Lewis showed no alertness.

This was not like any ordinary leather. Afar it looks flexible and rubbery but when met with force, it hardens and sends every weapon back. The harder the impact and the greater the force, the grander the bounce and repel. For the enemy to cause damage to one wearing Claw Leather, as Dylan called it when he gave it to me yesterday evening, they’d need time to reel it in. But time is sparse when we’ll always be at alert and striking length. He gave a short introduction of how amazing it was and his contributions to its production… I’m very sure the Zeta did most of the work anyway.

Really, how much pain would soft fluffy fur cause. But both Cherry and her mom said it wasn't about the pain but the sensation. Then they got an elk hide flogger with nine strips in it. Again a bit of sting but a softer leather, so a different feel to the sting. Then a heavier eighteen strip buffalo leather flogger. It would give more sting than everything else they owned, but not as far as an actual whip, which Becky had said was a hard pass. It turned out anything that might burn, cut, or scar was not her thing.

"He’s Leashing them” Through the mist, Jackson appeared. He wasn't the boy who left me in the snow anymore. He was armored in Liquid Silver, riding a massive, scarred Feral-Sin that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. In his hand, he held the High-Sovereign Whip—a weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s spirit with a single strike.

They were sacred, precious beyond measure. I turned away from her for a moment, walking over to the velvet-lined display rack. My eyes scanned through the collection of leather straps and cords before my fingers wrapped around the handle of a short leather whip. The leather was soft, supple, but it carried a solid weight. This would be perfect for a first time… enough sensation to awaken her desires without overwhelming her completely. I tested it once against my own palm, gauging the impact, ensuring I had complete control.

I gave the chain a harder tug and tutted him while moving my forefinger back and forth. Giving him a chaste kiss, I climbed off of him and off the bed. I put my stilettos on and walked over to the table. I picked up the soft leather flogger waiting there. I looked over at him. He gave me a slight nod with his head and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. I let the leather strips hover and moved it side to side over his abs, tickling and caressing him.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

"You are a vision, Queen Jarngrimr atop her bone throne cannot take her eyes off of you... look at how her hungry looks drink you down." I fingered the white fox fur dress I was in, trimmed with black sable and a velvet cloak. My fine Isa slippers were of rabbit down laced with pearls. I squeezed Fylja's hand and pet Gullinkambi atop my shoulder, looking under lidded eyes upon my Beast.

On the other hand, she was genuinely amazed by these weapons. One had a leather whip with thorns that could rip a flesh apart. The other had a bone-like sword which Chloe didn't need an anatomy lesson to know that it was a sharpened femur of a person (an unfortunate realization of hers). The last Lou wielded a weird black flute... and he was the most readable among the three. Her eyes trailed to Pensin Lou as her smile widened in a kind that makes them feel a shiver down their spine. Something that if Lucian would be here, he will immediately recognize it as one of her 'you're not making it alive this time'. "Not even the strong and valiant Five Leaf Clovers can beat you," she finished.