Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

Her breathing became shallow like she was barely hanging on in there. “Tell me the truth, mother, did you confirm Daphne’s death?” Her hands started shaking and she took a few steps backward. Like she knew I was catching on, Mother hurriedly fixed her contorted countenance. “I refuse you dwell in misery. Daphne died in that forest after being devoured by wild animals. Her body was buried after it was found. She wore her favourite red floral dress. Who doesn't know Daphne with that dress?” she retorted sharply.

“Have you found anything on Daphne?” Immediately, he passed the envelope to me, and replied. “Yes, Alpha. According to my investigations, she’s an illegitimate daughter of the Beta of Dark Iron Pack. Who he had with his omega slave and Daphne’s mother is late. She died in a fire while saving Daphne.” He paused, and continued when I didn’t say anything else, which was a signal that he should go on.

And in stepped in… Daphne! Her shoes banged against the floor like gunshots. Her eyes locked on mine, breaking up in a smile, I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.Daphne was dressed in skimpy shorts and a black singlet. Her hair was propped back in a ponytail, and she was on a set of Adidas sneakers. she stopped near the foot of the bed, hands on her hips like she was the queen of the freaking empire. She flashed Xavier a grin that was way too familiar. “Rise up and shine!!,”

“But not until you’ve regained your strength. I’ll make you some strengthening tea. It’ll help you heal faster, and your wolf can better help you recover now that you’re awake.” I nod, though I still feel the urgency clawing at my insides. Daphne moves around the room, her movements graceful and purposeful. She gathers herbs from jars lined up along the shelves, the scents mingling in the air… a fragrant blend of chamomile, ginger, and something earthy that I can’t quite place.

Daphne, by contrast, held the same condescending smirk she always wore, radiating the same authority she wielded over anyone who dared cross her. They moved through the warriors with deliberate steps, heads held high, knowing every pair of eyes followed them. The subtle ripple of attention sent a twinge of tension down Zara’s spine, but she refused to straighten her back too soon. She let the silence stretch just long enough, feeling it, tasting it, before their words struck. “Still scrubbing, little shadow?” Daphne called, her voice carrying across the ground with ease. “We might need to fetch you a mop with wings so you can reach the ceiling while you’re at it.”

It was perfect, and I kept it on so that Asher was always close to my heart, no matter how many states away. “Oh, also, I have a surprise!” Daphne clicks a few buttons on her phone. She’s a few years older than I am, about thirty, and matches me in height. She pushes some of her dark hair away from her eyes, readjusting her black-framed glasses. Daphne’s been like having a new friend who’s interested in all the same things. I might be paying her, but she’s been so genuine since the moment I met her. “What?” I question, recrossing my legs as the rest of the room chatters among themselves.

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'.

The thick liquid reached her lips and when Dante saw she didn’t open her mouth, he squeezed her jaw with his free hand, opening her mouth. Daphnée trembled as her mouth filled with his semen. It was hard for her to explain. Salty, thick, weird. Dante took the cup away and placed it down. He turned to her and wiped her tears away, saying, “Go wash up. Alessandro has been doing your job for you and you need to go back.” Daphnée had her head lowered. “Why, why can’t you just let me go?” His gaze lowered to her vagina, and he said, “I don’t want hair by your vagina the next time I see you.”

-Daphne- I had never thought being spanked could be enjoyable, and the first one had certainly hit hard, but this was something else. It was a mix of shock and a dull sting, accompanied by a warmth that spread to my pussy, making me wonder if I was dripping. “Shit, Daphne,” he mumbled, probably noticing it happening. He ran his fingers along the trail, scooping up my juices and pushing them back inside me before fucking me with his fingers.