Tangan Di Iris Novels & Stories

START! - Iris: Please go easy on me. Kiri: Sorry but if you're this nervous. You have already lost. Iris: Well see about that. Iris invoked a high tier intermediate spell that brought out Ten great swords engulfed in flames and all were pointing towards Kiri. - Ban: That's intimidating. I hope she can dodge all that. - Iris: See if you can dodge this! She sent out her swords flying at full speed towards their target. I don't even know how much damage that will do if it was a direct attack. Kiri you better dodg- huh? Why is she standing still? Oiii. Did she get cold feet? This is bad!

His hands moved around her lower abdomen creating tiny crackers insides her body the soft harmless ones that erupted every where making her moan. Just when Iris got used to his magical touch, his fingers were replaced by his tongue, which raised the level of pleasures the tiny crackers increased on their intensity forcing her to make cries of moan. Iris closed her fist unable to control what was happening inside her when he bit exactly below her naval, the magnitude of pleasure reaching new heights and Iris closed her eyes. "No do not close our eyes" he said commandingly as he looked at her. When her dark met his hazels both of them fogged with lust Iris felt a twist in her delicate spot.

"Everything is gonna be alright. I'll help you get through this every step of the-" As she reached out toward the leaves of the patch, she let out a scream as something sharp dug into the back of her hand. Iris stumbled onto her back, clutching her hand and hissing in pain. She looked at the back of her hand to find two tiny holes in her skin, one of which was leaking blood as the vein was punctured.

Frustrated in the way people were frustrated when their ability was not matching their effort. "Because you are tense," Lena said. "When you are tense it scatters. Relax your hand." "I am relaxed," Iris said. "You are not," Lena said. "I can feel you holding your fingers." Iris looked at her hand. Deliberately opened her fingers one by one. The power in her palm shifted immediately, steadying, the scatter pulling inward into something more coherent. Iris's expression changed. "Oh," she said. "Yes," Lena said. "There it is."

Eros is hugging Iris tightly. He can still sense her fear and anxiety. He is worried about her. He saw bruises around her waist and neck. He wanted to kill that guard again for touching her like this. But too bad, he cannot bring him back alive to kill him. He noticed that her hands are loosely hanging to her sides. He never pursues a woman who is not interested in him. He never had to. But with Iris, he didn't care. She is making him do things that he never would do under normal circumstances.

I wiped the tears from my eyes with a furious hand, staring down at my wrist. I touched the soft skin with my fingertips, tracing the cobalt veins beneath. There was no festering wound, that ached it oozed dark blood, nor a scarlet sickle etched into my skin.

Maybe I should tattoo my fucking handprint around her neck, just to make sure she'll always know who she belongs to. “Your eyes fucking stay on me.” I didn't mean to but it came off as a threat. I'm so feral for her. Her pupils widened as she nodded. I pulled her towards me, the aroma of her soaked pussy tempting my mouth for a taste. Her fingers froze on her clit, biting her lips as she stared at me through her lashes. “What do you want, Iris? Be a big girl for me and use your words.” She swallowed, her cheeks burning but she spoke anyway. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

"However, strength by itself won't protect you from what's ahead." Iris remained silent. Rather, she concentrated on the luminous symbols surrounding her, their patterns changing and merging as though to point her in the direction of something. Her fingers touched one of the symbols as she extended her hand. She felt a rush of energy, and the symbol on her wrist flared with intense brilliance. The man pulled back, covering his eyes. His voice was a mix of dread and rage as he yelled, "What are you doing?"

But all I got was a soft moan from Iris, and I traced my tongue against her neck, down her chest, and stopped at her teat, glancing up at her eyes before latching on it with my teeth, pulling gently. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she tried to push my head downward, moaning in a low tone almost as if she was fighting back her urge to scream. But I locked her wrists in my grips, pressing her hand flat on the sheets without letting go, making sure not to hurt her as I tugged and slurped. "Humm, Thor," Iris mumbled, her body finally responding exactly as I wanted. "What? Are you finally going to answer my question?" I asked, looking into her moist eyes.

He said tenderly, brushing a lock of raven hair out of Iris's face. Iris sniffled slightly, nodding again at his request. But she still didn’t let go. She squeezed her eyes shut instead, burying herself deeper into his chest, as though trying to hide from all the bad things happening around her. “Okay.” She mumbled, finally opening her eyes to look into his.