Tara Calico Photo Novels & Stories

I wait two minutes, grab my empty champagne glass, and walk out into the hallway to head to the kitchen. As I turn the corner toward the servant's stairs, I stop dead in my tracks. Tara is walking up the steps, carrying a huge pile of folded white towels. She is wearing that hideous, shapeless gray uniform. Her hair is falling out of its severe bun, framing her pale, tired face. She looks up and sees me. Instantly, her pose changes. The softness vanishes. Her spine goes tough, and her hazel eyes ice over with a hatred so pure and intense it practically burns me.

Tara thought with a shrug, "I know I'll still enjoy it." With a catish grin Tara stood up and slipped off her white panties. The change was easy since she wore a short skirt with her tight t-shirt, and when the thong slid up and around her ass she felt a little jolt run through her. She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends – and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook.

I said and went to get ready. After we reach my home, I went directly to the study. I don’t want to sit back because of this small scratch. I sat in my chair; there is the file in front of me Name as “TARA IGOR” I opened it and welcomed with a beautiful image of her carrying flowers in her hand. There is a crown in her head made with flowers. She is truly an angel from heaven. I started to read her information. “Tara Igor. Age 21, studying in ABC college. Major in Finance”

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Her nipples poke through the thin material of her yellow t-shirt, unhindered by a bra to keep them in check. She catches my lingering stare and moves my hand that holds her wrist up to her bosom. ‘I’m so sorry Beta Silas. I just wanted to catch your attention.’ She bites her bottom lip seductively and smiles at me. My cock rises in my trousers, I can still appreciate a good-looking girl. I have needs like every other man. ‘You have my attention Tara. What would you like to do with it now.’ I unzip my trousers let them fall to my feet. My cock springs free from the confines of my boxer shorts as I pull them down enough to release the beast. ‘Oh my!’ Tara looks down at my dick and her cockines

I shrugged. "Whats her wolf like?" Emmett asked. "Majestic." I sighed. "Her name is Tara. She's pure white with a slight blue glow, almost like the moon. She bares the moon Goddesses descendant mark and the purple fur mark of the royals." I explained.

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

I whispered, “give me a sign. Take me back to Falcon.” Suddenly, a small group of deer came racing out of the forest to my left. I didn’t raise my head as I watched them flee for their lives. Two bears came sprinting out of the woods after them, stopping before entering the woods on the other side. One shifted back and I was stunned to see a fully nude Tara. She sagged slightly against the bear for a minute before walking into the trees. She came back out fully dressed and climbed on the bear’s back. I watched as they began to walk down the road with her running her fingers through his fur.

Tara, who stands off to my right, nods dutifully and in a complimentary voice says, “Yes, mistress. As always, you can capture the attention of an entire room.” “Yes, I surely can,” I purr in agreement. I am definitely a catch. Now, I just need to find a way to run into one of the Alphas. It’s time they got to see the true definition of a woman and not keep drooling over some dirty breeder who doesn’t even know how to color match her outfits. I mean who wears sundress like the one she has on today? It’s got so many colors one would swear a unicorn got drunk and puked all the colors of the rainbow onto her.

And in one night, Hunter Blackwood had destroyed all of it. The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, releasing a cloud of steam into the already humid room. Tara emerged wearing one of the cheap terrycloth robes provided by the motel, her dark hair hanging in wet tangles around her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face blotchy and raw. She looked younger than her eighteen years, vulnerable in a way that made my protective instincts flare to life. "Feel better?" I asked gently, though we both knew the answer.