The Holy Thighble Novels & Stories

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

She nodded at the Dr after looking lovingly at me. “Alright Leila, 1, 2, 3.” Dr Aleka pulled the tube as Leila coughed as hard as she could. She squeezed my hand as hard as she could while she coughed. “Perfect, well-done Leila. Now your voice is going to be very hoarse, and you are going to have a very sore throat, but I need you to try and talk and answer a few questions for me. Do you think you can do that for me?”

My body convulses and my pussy weeps as it contracts and releases. I was cummin in Liam's mouth and he seemed to like it so much that he opens his lips and sucked my entire pussy dry. My thighs shook, and my entire body trembles. When I thought it was over, Liam quickly stands up and undo his belt, then unbutton his jean. He pushes it down and also pushes his briefs down to his thighs. And then his cock comes out jerking up. Huge and terrifying. He was also oddly beautiful. I watch the veins that run along his length in fascination and gasp when his cock jerks again as if saying hello to me.

He roughly turned me to face the wall and began to grind at my back. He disrespectfully tore my leggings and let his member trace around my back with precum dripping out. My thing wasn't spared at all. He roughly took it down to meet the remainders of my leggings. The cool atmospheric breeze teased my exposed pussy. This made me very anxious about his entrance. He lifted my torso a little, pushing my upper body even harder against the wall making my little booty pop out. This allowed me to stand on my feet to set myself ready for his mighty entrance.

She brings her to her knees and yells as she feels her left shoulder being dislocated. Alexander growls loud as he witnesses his Luna being taken down. The warrior kicks Selene hard on her back, and she growls loud as she looks back at her attacker. He smiles at her, gripping her hands tighter behind her back. Stewart comes in front of the Lunas, his hand gesturing upward to still the attack. Both James, and Alexander walk slowly to him. As Alexander comes close, he shifts back, and allows Blake to take over again. His gamma, Liam coming close giving Blake a pair of clean shorts. He takes them, and places them on. His eyes unwilling to leave Stewart. In his mind, already thinking of how good

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Thia murmured, her voice already raspy. Leah arched, gasping. “Oh my goodness, yes… right there.” Before I knew it, they were on the counter; Leah at the edge, legs spread wide. Thia rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a thick, double ended dildo; veiny and realistic, at least about ten inches in each side. Leah laughed breathlessly. “What if he opens the drawer and finds this there?”

she cried out in pain. “Lie on the bed Sophie. Stay on the edge.” I instructed her. She rushed to do as I say, shy yet turned on so much for me. “Open your legs for me.” Sophie looked at me from beneath her lashes and then, slowly spread her legs, showing me her pussy. Her golden curls there, the white flesh of her thighs, the pink bud. “Fuck, you're soaked for me,” I said, not able to take my eyes of her. A pink blush crept up her skin at my words.

He asked. “Face up. I want to look at you as I f-k you.” Johil watched as Thaelen lay back into the crunching leaves and stood looking down at him whilst stroking along the length of his c-ck. “Hmph,” he half laughed finally, shaking his head rueful. “The One God really missed nothing in his making of you, did he?” “Hmm,” Thaelen avoided answering, for he would reveal that he wasn’t a follower in doing so.

It began in a shadow-draped alley behind the gutted cathedral of Vienna—once a center of Hollow experiments, now a ruin surrounded by silence. Bain and Vulture stood side by side, dressed in black, the sigils of the Thorned Circle engraved beneath their coats. Across from them, a woman emerged—pale, veiled, lips stitched shut. Her name was Mother Throe, a defected priestess of the Hollow cult. She held a small scroll bound in scarlet twine.