Velvet And Veneer R34 Novels & Stories

Lena watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her fingers lazily circling her own clit. Riley kicked off her jeans and panties, revealing smooth, shaved skin and more tattoos trailing down her hips. I laid her back on the wide chair beside Lena and positioned myself between her thighs. My cock was aching, still slick from Lena. I rubbed the head up and down Riley’s wet slit, teasing her clit until she was squirming. “Jax… please,” she breathed, reaching down to guide me.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

--- He walked across the room in three massive strides. Sera barely had time to react before he was looming over her — gigantic, hot, and potent. Valerio reached down and opened the box with a snap of the lid. Inside, resting against black velvet, was a collar. Black leather. Streamlined. One silver ring in the middle. Simple. Beautiful. Irrefutably possessive. Her knees turned to water. --- "No," Sera breathed, stepping back. "I'm not. I'm not some pet you can just—"

It was bigger than my childhood bedroom, designed with dark velvet colours and soft expensive beddings that made comfort a thing. Filled with curiosity, I peek at the huge drapings that stretched from floor to ceiling and draw them back, gasping at the ridiculously transparent glass behind them. They were so clean that if curtains weren't there, I'd probably miss out the fact that it's a window. I guess Lazaro wasn't joking when he said comfort wasn't an issue. I walked to the edge, staring down at the grounds below me. Three stories down. A really clean fall that could make my life less miserable.

She told Jasmine to help me change and muttered something about bad luck. The pine-wood table in the side hall gleamed coldly. Velda's purple-red satin skirt brushed the floor. Under her black crane cloak, her partially shifted wrist revealed an unhealed claw mark, glowing with silver-blue blood. The red coral earrings on her ears, carved with blood-moon totems, emitted a sulfurous pheromone with her emotional fluctuations. I was still in my semi-old uniform but had thrown on a fox-fur cloak. It was getting cold. It looked like snow was coming.

he invited her. She stroked her fingers across him making an excited face to the camera. “Oh, so nice,” she winked at the camera lasciviously. “The suit fabric too. Velvety.” “And Mirage is wearing ASin by Peter Cordelia,” he continued. “Victor and I almost kept her home - she looks so good,” he gave the cameras a wicked grin. “I believe it is a fine metal mesh over a base that has been matched to her skin tone.” “Aren’t you well informed!” The reported flirted.

It glinted in the light, a symbol of broken promises, before landing on the disheveled bed where their betrayal had unfolded. My piercing gaze remained fixed on it. "Consider it your reward for a game that you played so well," I stated, the bitterness in my voice seeping through every word. "And, well done, Leila. It seems you have found your perfect match," my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional st

Transferring and copying memories…] […complete. Host, do you want to leave this world, immediately?] June and Seth were kissing each other. June felt Seth’s hand slip under his shirt. Seth lifted himself above June as he caged June between his legs and arms. When the broke their kiss. June sucked in a shaky breath before meeting Seth's eyes. Seth smiled at him before bending down to press the flat if his tongue over June’s exposed neck. “Yes, Venus.” June replied to his system's question and felt himself fall into the dark nothingness like always. ***

vibe. When I stepped back into the suite, the twins looked up from where they were lounging shirtless on the bed. Riven let out a low whistle. “Okay, holy shit.” Kael sat up straighter, eyes raking over me with appreciative heat. “You look like a goddess of war. No notes.” “That leather is doing unspeakable things to my brain,” Riven added.

My eyes enlarged as I saw his naked body. W-what? "That's a dick, butterfly.... that's going to ruin that sweet cunt of yours." Veles whispered near my ears, biting it in process, leaving wet patches over my skin for cold air to kiss it. Claus licked his bottom lip as he crawled onto the bed.