Tangan Di Iris Novels & Stories

Blood was leaking through her fingers. "Cain. Half an hour ago, on the middle trail through the territory, I ran into Iris…" She sobbed, pulling her hand back to show him the angry, ragged scratch along the side of her neck. "She came at me like she'd lost her mind. She tore my ceremonial robe, ruined the hem, and she clawed me. She was laughing, Cain. She said no one was going to take her place tonight." The second Cain saw the blood, his eyes flooded red.

My skin burned at his very touch, crying of a hunger that needs to be fed, craving to be touched even more. “Calm down, Iris. I can smell your arousal very strongly” He mentioned slowly, still holding on to me with a flash of hunger in his own eyes. I let my eyes clenched shut, suddenly unable to look at him without having those thought invade my mind. I heard him inhaled deeply before he spoke again. “It's Okay, Iris. You don’t have to apologize to me. Just make sure no one sees you like that expect me, understand?”

His fingers moved like an expert and went underneath her panties, touching the warm, soft flesh. Iris almost shrieked at his touch but stifled it. It was the first time someone was touching her intimately and she was enjoying it. She had only seen such happen in the movie she always caught Lyra watching at night and at school whenever she wandered around during lunch break. She never had the opportunity of getting a cellphone but she knew a lot of things concerning sex. But the feeling was new to her. She expected it to be something less. Finn's seductive fingers parted the lips of her wet opening. He rubbed all over her, accumulating her wet juice before slipping in one finger. It also loca

Iris urged Gianna to place her own hand in hers, a gesture that would seal some kind of agreement or connection. Gianna hesitated, uncertainty warring with desperation. She didn't understand what was happening, didn't know what Iris intended. But what choice did she have? Nolan was dying. She was willing to do anything. She moved forward reluctantly and placed her hand in Iris's. The sensation was strange—cold and warm at the same time, solid and ethereal simultaneously. Iris's hand felt like holding onto a thought, like grasping something that existed in multiple planes of reality at once. "Shut your eyes," Iris commanded, her voice carrying an authority that Gianna had never heard before.

Now before you begin, Iris, I want you to take your clothes off please. After placing the harness and dildo on the counter beside her, and blushing a deep shade of red, Iris pulled off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra, revealing a very pretty little set of titties, with very hard nipples and dark areolas. When she appeared to be hesitant to go any further, as she stood there half-naked attempting to cover her breasts with one arm, Elias gently coaxed her on. "Now the pants and panties, Iris."

Again, two fingers were enough to disrupt and expose those perfectly tucked-in fruits. "Ah! Dammit, Name." Iris' head shot backwards at the stimulation. 'This was not supposed to feel like this.' She gasped. Those fingers below were back to work, synchronizing with the rhythm above. "Wait-" Iris grabbed the collar of Jake's shirt, rushed for his hair, and tried to free herself. Her face was flushed, her teeth grinding as she frowned at him. Jake glanced at that dominating appearance for once...and plugged his mouth back for more.

’ *no but I sense a change in our mate, not sure what it means yet* The rest of the pack must also feel the power surge as they all collectively gasp. The elder stands grinning at me. These crafty fuckers know everything but they never fucking tell us shit. I feel Azell roll his eyes. Once the ceremony is done my shifter healing heals the cut on my hand, I notice Iris lay her hand in the dirt, all around the dirt where her hand rests, tiny shoots sprout covering her hand. The shoots glow for a split second and Iris pulls the vines away to reveal a perfect cut free palm. She waves her hand for her dad and Finn to come over and she does the same to their hands.

His voice was hoarse while his eyes sparkled like precious stones. Confused and shy, Iris stepped out of them. What was he planning to do now? Was he going to propose as they did in the movies? Her heart skipped a beat at the reckless dream. He placed his muscular hands on her thighs and squeezed, causing a moan to escape her lips. “I’m glad no man has ever touched you like this.” His fingers inched towards her weeping slit while his eyes devoured her. His electric touch made her arch unconsciously against him.

Iris stirred in her sleep, she listened quietly, she thought she heard a tap on her room window. She heard it again. She sat upright. She reached inside her drawers and picked out a dagger. Dylan had given it to her. She stealthily walked towards the window, her hands were shaky. She slowly opened the windows. There was nobody outside. She almost heaved a sigh of relief when someone grabbed her hand and covered her mouth with his hands. She tried to scream, she bit the hand and was about to scream out loud when she heard Dylan’s voice, “Calm down sister…”

But the quietness also made the space feel bigger , almost secred. Iris step into the dirt slowly, her heart tapping gently against her rips. Weapons layed neatly on a stand ... Swords, Spares, Daggers , all polished. She reached out, her fingers trembling a bit. " I C...can do this" Just try, she wispered to herself. her eyes landed on a training sword, it was one of the lighter ones worriors use for beginners, she wrapped her hands around the handles, And tried to lift it. It bearly moved.