Willow Fanart Novels & Stories

Raff cries out as Asim continues to thrust in and out and Willow continues to touch the area gently. I don’t know what she wants or if she knows why, but it seems to increase Raff’s pleasure every time her finger runs over one particular spot. As a droplet of fae cum drips from Raff’s cock again, Willow catches it on her finger and rubs that spot as Asim thrusts in. Willow steps back and returns to me after kissing Asim and caressing his ass. “They are so beautiful together! I want to watch them both come undone,” Willow comments.

"Hard to argue with that." While her father was pulled into a conversation with a senior Council member, Willow wandered through the rows of art. The pieces were arresting—hyper-realistic depictions of the natural world and ancient lupine myths. One painting showed a Great Wolf with fur of liquid gold, eyes burning with a primal, ancient fire.

Willow grinned and agreed. "Then, I want Lee and Livia to be my Beta couple. They should be the betas of the Moonstone pack" Willow decreed. Fuck.

"Alright, let's not cry anymore. Don't get yourself upset. Look what I got for you." He took two tickets from his pocket and handed them to her. Maria took them, her face brightening instantly. She beamed. "Robin's art exhibition! And my teacher's cello concert!" "That's right. Once we're back overseas, we'll go to your favorite exhibits and concerts together," Willow said as he rubbed her back, his eyes full of warmth. For a long time, the two just sat there quietly together. Right now, Willow wasn't some bigshot CEO. He was just a gentle brother protecting his little sister. Meanwhile, Maria wasn't someone's wife or mother. She was just a little sister trusting her older brother.

Whatever she’s saying to Willow seem to be having the desired effect. Willow looks ashen. She flinches and sits upright. Her lips part. Those lips. I’ve fantasized about splitting them open. Watching them bleed. She would look so pretty spread wide open beneath me, naked, eyes blown wide, chest heaving, mouth bleeding and open in a scream. I harden at the thought of Willow being afraid of me. But for now, I’m forced to play nice. To be the helpful friend, who cares about her grades and shit.

"Caspian, that's enough! Please leave. I'm very busy and don't have time for your jokes." Caspian said helplessly, "Ms. Stewart, I'm not joking with you. I'm being serious!" "Fine, let's talk business. You want to talk seriously, right?" Willow took off her coat. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink blouse underneath that showed off her curves. Her voluptuous chest heaved up and down as she tried to suppress her anger. Willow opened her computer. She searched for the contract she prepared for Alan beforehand regarding their collaboration on the project.

His anger ceasing, and his heart felt like small butterflies fluttering inside. There she was, slowly growing out of her willow he could see her elbow poking out, he could already imagine her sleeping position. Her face had been the only thing that used to poke out of her trunk, but now her hair, a luscious dark green of moss had framed her lovely face. He guessed that she was in a half fetus position, mesmerized he slowly caressed her cheek, tracing the semi faint outlines that resembled a tree pattern. The girl sighed, her head gave a slight tilt towards his finger, her lips rewarding him with a soft smile.

“Two less people than me, but a decent number…oh my god.” “What?” “I’m actually number one!” Willow laughed. “Eleven out of ten on blowjobs? And these notes! ‘Calls me Daddy, super hot’ ‘Rides well’ ‘Insatiable’. Wait, are these hearts next to my name?” “Okay, that’s enough,” I snatched it back. “Are you happy now?” “Very. I think this is my favorite number one ranking ever.” “Yeah, well you earned it.” Willow kissed me again. “You earned your spot too.”

She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures. Willow found her mate, Prince Blaine from the Angels Realm. She is a living angel until she passes. So is her mate. They live near us and have started a horticulture business. They have six children, two sets of triplets, ages four and two. Elliot and I try to go help her out with the children every chance we get. My dad loves being there, because the kids worship the ground he walks on. He spends as much time as he can teaching the kids about nature while Willow teaches them how to attract butterflies and hummingbirds to the garden. As Elliot and I continue sitting on our deck, I can’t help but feel nothing but content. Elliot

I moved beside her where the gift was laid and I wanted to kick it away. "Him again?" I ask. "Yes and he sent them with different people's names, I can't tell them to not receive goods again because of him. I don't know who the real one is!" Willow yells frustrated. Her little face is red from anger and she let her hair fall to her back. Her neck is ornamented with a simple pearl earring. She is dressed up in a black pan trouser and chiffon shirt that holds her body shape perfectly. Her silver purse in her hands, then did I notice she had no nail paint on. Maybe I will take her to a nail technician.