Novel & Cerita Yandere Drawings

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.

The caption beneath the pencil drawing read: ‘SHE LOVES THAT BOOK MORE THAN ME; SHE REFUSED TO GIVE ME A POSE! The next page was another beautifully drawn pencil sketch of me asleep, curled over what looked like a library desk. Drool practically dripping from my mouth. The note underneath made my cheeks burn bright red. ‘SHE LOOKS LIKE A DYING DRAMATIC VICTORIAN YOUNG WOMAN’ Despite the solemnity in my heart, I found myself laughing. I kept flipping the pages, and each one had a version of me either reading, sleeping, eating, studying, walking with a book in my hands, or finally posing with a caption;

But I can't stop, this fantasy feels so real, "Please. Laurent, I need you. Drink my blood." I can't deny him anymore. My canines come out and I finally wedge them into his delicate neck, making him gasp. My mouth fills with his blood and I can finally suck and suck the blood from my mate like I’ve wanted to do for years. I come so hard that my cum falls on my own face and my knot appears once again. Pathetic. I look down at the half-finished drawing. The details of his face are finished but his body still needs some work. I decide to leave it here to finish it another day. Right now I feel too embarrassed.

He carefully raised his right hand to stroke my hair. "Your silky black hair looks more elegant now that you curled it. The waves look natural, and it suits your red dress," Dyrroth said in a low sultry voice while the palm of his hand smoothly slid down my hair. He has a glint in his eye that I can not describe, but he sounds sincere. He then shifted his attention to my face. He gently grabbed my chin and stared at my lips like it was something delicious and he wanted to take a bite.

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.

One day, I’ll have it enlarged as a portrait. I've always drawn Dominic Mercer fucking every type of whore; big boobs, petite blonde, ebony ladies with thick juicy pussies, white milfs with fake butts… the list goes on… And whenever I draw them, I imagine them representing me. Fucking the cock only meant for me. Now, I’m drawing Dominic Mercer, except I’m the one he fucks this time. And he’ll ever fuck. The pen drags as I draw my breasts squeezing his thick meaty cock. I'm on the table, in the exact position he threw me on, and he’s standing in front of me, his hands interlocked at the back of his head.

The drawings were all created using pencils, and one of them depicted a naked woman. The thought of how many naked women Jared had drawn crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. The drawing was truly beautiful. The lines and curves of the woman's body were perfectly executed, making it seem as if I were looking at a real person instead of a drawing. "This is amazing, Jared," I said, not just trying to be polite, but genuinely impressed. Jared brushed off my compliment and continued to flip through the pages, showing me more drawings of naked women. I noticed that their faces were purposely blurred out, and I couldn't help but ask.

* She growled as she grabbed the paper from him, folded it neatly and placed it in her pocket. It was a drawing of a huge statue indicating the position of the Alpha, lifeless on the floor with blood rushing from his head and people around him watching with smiley faces. *"What do you mean going through your stuff and what the hell is wrong with you these days!" * Xander asked and her lips stretched into a small smile. *"How hard can it be for you to grasped Xander! Stop going through my private stuff!"* *"The stick drawing is just art that I've grown to love and it's none of your business!"*

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

"Let me have a look at the drafts." Yara presented her drafts to the woman, alongside the final sketches. The woman looked awestruck as she kept nodding while going through the sketches. It seemed like a good thing, that the woman was pleased with her work. Or could it be mere pretence because Yara had caught her touching herself? Yara felt proud of her work for the first time. If the woman was intrigued by her sketches just by mere looking at it, then she'd certainly fall in love with her when she starts explaining the concept behind the sketches.