Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

Daphne's body was the most beautiful work I had ever enjoyed in this world, and I didn't want to ruin it. The morning sun, with its golden light, shone on Daphne's body. Her ass was beautiful as she shifted sideways, and I hugged her from behind while gently squeezing her breasts. Meanwhile my lips continued to kiss her smooth neck. My hands went downstairs. Daphne opened her thighs. I rubbed her clit slowly at a slow pace, and Daphne moaned for us to get to the meat of the game. "Wait, baby. It's not time yet." I whispered. I still wanted to play with her smooth, hairless pussy.

she whispered against his lips, her hand beginning a slow, deliberate stroke that made his breath hitch. “You like that, huh?” he challenged, voice rough with desire. His eyes held hers, piercing blue even in the dim light. She tightened her grip, feeling him throb against her palm. “I’ve seen better.” The gun shifted slightly, trailing down to press against her throat instead. “I can feel how much you want this.” “Wanting and appreciating are different things,” Daphne retorted, continuing her rhythmic strokes. His length pulsed in her hand, contradicting his controlled expression.

Daphne could have torn apart the table we were sitting at with her bare hands and not even break a nail doing it. Valkyries also had magic, hence al the sparks flickering around us and in other spots in the dining hal where the girls were sitting. Every time Daphne's French-manicured nails scraped against something or she got particularly emotional, little princess pink sparks would shoot off her fingertips and fil the air. Daphne had once told me that her fingers were like sparklers on the Fourth of July. I didn't mind the cracks and flashes of color, though. Sitting next to her was like being close to a rainbow. Wel , if rainbows were solid pink. And volatile. Sometimes Daphne's temper fla

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

my father interjected. Rude is coming here and expecting to be catered to at the last second. Internalizing my heavy sigh, I looked to Daphne. She's a wisp of a woman with fair skin, golden hair, and hazel eyes. Yes, she's beautiful. But I feel a strong wind could knock her down. She's not built for a man my size nor to be the lady of House Ares. We are Spartans, warriors. Our women need to be of stronger stock. "Very well. If you are finished with your meal, we may be on our way, Miss Daphne." I nodded to her.

Aldrich moved first, disappearing from where he was a few seconds ago. For someone so massive, he was impossibly fast. His armored form became a blur as he charged toward Daphne, drawing a massive sword that gleamed with an unnatural red light. The blade was easily six feet long, serrated and cruel. My body trembled. “Noo!” Daphne met him head-on. Gone was the gentle healer that always tended to the sick and treated everyone with kindness and compassion. Gone was the quite calm head maid I first knew her as on my first day.

I began chatting in the old religion to cut the link between Fay and him and all of a sudden , I heard a loud cry and I heard Vance start to wheeze like he was struggling for breath, I smiled maliciously . I walked towards the place where Daphne, the wives and concubines were , I ran my hands along Daphne , her body was cold and chalky , hard like stone and very pale , her hair was grey and was very dry , not like the long beautiful hair she once had .

Daphne’s POV My heels clacked violently against the marble floor, heart thundering louder than the music behind me. The scent was still wrapped around my senses like a curse — three scents, all different, all intoxicating. Earthy pine. Rain-drenched smoke. Warm cinnamon. I didn’t want to think about it. But it's all I could think about. Didn’t want to know what it meant. But I already knew Mate... or should I say mates. My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might pass out.

-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.