Yandere Chrollo X Reader Novels & Stories

I buried myself deep and came inside her, pumping hard, groaning against her throat. Chloe watched every second. When we finished, Vivian lay panting. I pulled out slowly and rolled onto my back. Chloe crawled between us. "My turn," she said. She straddled my face before I could respond. Her cunt was already wet … from watching, from touching herself, from whatever fantasy she'd been holding onto. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her down, licking her from opening to clit. She moaned … exactly like Vivian. Same pitch. Same desperation.Step Sisters.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Chloe took his hand and made him lay on the bed, she crawled over to him on all fours, her eyes locked to his, slowly, she let her eyes go down to the mountain poking his boxer, and a smug smile etched her lips. Freeing him from the restraining little clothing. She grabbed hold of his member, a groan erupted from him. “Easy there, I have not even started,” Bringing her hand down to her entrance, she made her juices wet her hands. Making sure to thoroughly lubricate her hands, she grabbed hold of his rod again. This time, her hands went up and down, so slowly that torturous groans and humphs left Zach’s mouth. Using her index finger, she drew an imaginary circle on his tip, driving him crazy.

He was staring at her body, especially those big boobs. Cullen then removed his hoodie as he lifted up his arms to remove it, he was not wearing anything inside, showing his sexy upper body and those six pack abs. Chloe just grinned at him, they were two meters apart. Cullen then removed his pants and he was just wearing his boxers. Chloe slowly approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at his face. Cullen was just one inch taller than Chloe. Chloe was looking into his eyes. “My name is Chloe, you may now begin fucking me, Mr. Lee.” Chloe whispered seductively.

AS VIVALDI BOLDLY ANNOUNCES HIS claim, disbelief spreads across the faces of everyone present. Chloe's face heats up, taking on a vivid crimson hue, while Winter's eyes bounce between the two, full of curiosity, like a ping-pong ball. "Your gorgeous Chloe, you say?" Winter blurts out, her eyebrows raised high, resembling a trapeze artist. With a Cheshire cat grin, Vivaldi proudly proclaims, "You heard it here first. Chloe is my girlfriend."

"Do you still want me to dress the wound?" Xavier stared at her, his face a mask of dark fury. Her very composure seemed to act as fuel for his rage. The more she withdrew into this cold, professional shell, the more he wanted to break it. The Crimson Shard Seeing his silence, Chloe stepped forward again. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, her touch now devoid of any lingering warmth. As she peeled the fabric away from his shoulder, Xavier’s entire frame jolted. A sharp, hissed intake of breath escaped his teeth.

“ I’ll fix it. You never have to worry about Jacinta again. I promise.” Chloe simply looked at me for a moment, and in that moment I could see her mind. She never could hide anything from me. I’d always been able to read her like an open book. And even now I saw the struggle in her eyes as she fought to believe me. She walked away from me and I did not attempt to stop her. Chloe Vandersen, my Luna. My wife. My mate. She’ll be mine again. I was going to make sure of it or die trying. But first, it seems I need to visit Jacinta Dennison and have a talk about what she should and shouldn’t do. I made my way to my study as I planned my next move. For Ander’s moon was fast approaching and death st

Valerius groaned, meeting her thrust for thrust. Chloe’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she began to move. Each thrust was slow, deliberate, as if she were trying to exorcise something buried deep within her. Her cries grew louder, her body a vessel for years of trauma, each sob a release of pent-up childhood anguish.

Amara shrieked, as the machine hammered into her. Jade and Chloe were on the chaise lounge nearby, their bodies tangled together. Jade was using a large, vibrating wand against Chloe’s clit, while Chloe held a dildo that were buried deep inside Jade. "You like that, don't you, Chloe?" Jade growled, her voice thick with lust. "Look at him fucking Zara! Look at his big cock sliding in and out of her! That’s going to be you next!" "I want it! I want him!" Chloe wailed, her body arching as the vibration hit her peak. "He’s so thick! I can see the way he’s stretching her apart!"

“I touch myself thinking about you. In the shower. In my bed. Imagining your mouth on me.” Vanessa groaned, low and filthy. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen tile, yanked Chloe’s panties down her thighs, left them tangled around one ankle. Chloe spread her legs wider, one foot braced on the lower cabinet handle. Vanessa hooked Chloe’s thigh over her shoulder, opening her completely. She paused—just long enough to look up, green eyes dark with want—then leaned in and licked one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit. Chloe’s whole body jolted. “Oh fuck—yes—”