Novelas y relatos de Vixen

“The better question is. Why are you not in the Moon Valley, Conduit?” His question solidified what she already knew. He knew exactly who she was, although many did. She was legend among the wolves and a war hero that had gone down in the history books. The male’s weariness of her was acceptable. She was renowned for her viciousness and unpredictability but without the beast clawing at her mind for control she was once again able to control the urges within her for a short time. It was a small reprieve that she believed was a gift from the Goddess in her hour of need. She understood the importance of the moment before her and levelled the male with her gaze. “The Goddess has other plans for

Vivian: Nice to see you again, Ocean. She said and Ocean looked at me. Moon: You both know each other? I asked in a shocked tone. Ocean nodded her head. Ocean: She is the one who introduced me to Vixen. She replied and I frowned. Moon: Vixen, who is Vixen? I asked in confusion. Ocean: Vixen is my wolf. The day Zeus bit me, I was introduced to Vixen by her, Vivian. She was the one who told me that I was not dead. And I have a life ahead.

He wouldn’t hurt me when they are around. The thing is, My sweet-sister Hanna, never told me that she will keep moaning and groaning so hard like some kind of filthy animal in their mating ritual. Desperately, Howling out for God. "Oh. My. God." She cried out from something that I guessed to be extreme pain, or pleasure, or maybe both. I don't know. And I would never know. What I do know is, there was something about her moaning that makes me feel weird under my lower abdomen, within my tights, working its way up, tingling my chest. Something unholy took over my mind. Those curves, those plum lips, those soft skin, sweet scent of her body, and her face drown me into ecstasy.

Pinky, the name I wore inside Velvet like a second skin, was the only one who walked through that door. Zara was exhausted. Zara had a deadline and an empty account and a brother becoming someone she didn’t recognize. Pinky carried nothing. Pinky calculated everything. Voice lower. Eyes unreadable. Every movement is deliberate and controlled. She didn’t just handle men; she read them before they opened their mouths and used what she found. Pinky wasn’t surviving. She was adapting. And she was very good at it. Shoulders back. Chin up. Face smooth. Room. Job. Done.

I was already close, balls tight, pré-cùm slicking my palm, when the toy gave one final stuttering buzz and died. “Fúck,” Vixen laughed, the sound half-annoyed, and half-playful. She sat up straighter and glanced off-camera. “The battery just gave up on me. Give me five minutes, love. I’ll swap in the backup and come back twice as loud. Don’t go anywhere.” The chat lit up with crying emojis and begging. She blew a kiss at the lens, winked, and the feed cut to her looping “BRB” screen: cartoon fox in lingerie holding a little battery sign.

I can feel her hard nipple and something wet on my pants, and you cannot say that it’s because of my pre-cum, I know where my cock’s head is placed on and I know where her pussy is placed on my lap, statistically speaking, it’s from her pussy. She looked like a scared kitten as she shook her head, lust is evident in her eyes, she can’t hide it from me, I have seen women in lust already and through the years I have mastered it, a little girl like her can’t trap me in a trance where she is an innocent ‘cause she’s not.

You have to be punished for this! 'Liar?' Valerie said aloud, hitting Alexa with the stick she had been playing with. 'You should be grateful, you are the one I am punishing for your wrong doing and not those innocent pups of yours!' she said viciously. Looking at the men, she said, 'I know you want to have a taste of a woman that looks like this and I am going to oblige you all', Valerie said, smiling viciously. 'You are to take turns with her while I video the whole thing. I want to see who wants you after this video goes viral, you fucking bitch!'

He is a very loyal man and my most trusted subordinate. “Morning. I’d like you to look for someone for me.” I said. “And whom might this person be?” he questioned. “It’s a lady I believe to be in her mid or late twenties. Long back hair, silver eyes and about six foot tall. Extremely attractive too. She works as a stripper in my friend’s club and is called ‘The Vixen’. Jared won’t reveal her name to me, so I’m just going to have to look for her myself or wait for her to return to the club. Find her and inform me of hr location when you do.” I described and Fred affirmed.

I couldn’t tell who they were looking at, but something in my gut told me they were looking at Vixen. Seeing the stares, Vixen narrowed her icy eyes at the onlookers. Her black lips spread into an unattractive sneer as her lips parted to snap out her cruel words. “I’ll shove my heel in every single one of your fucking eyeballs if you don’t stop looking at us. Mind your fucking business.” They quickly turned their attention back to their food and phones.

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.