Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

She rolls her eyes, barely feeling a thing. Closing her eyes, she has to imagine that it is Lyrien instead of her and she starts to bounce on the cock, her pace becoming rapid. "Oh, mistress I'm going to cum!" The male chokes, pleasure clouding his gaze. "So soon. . . ?" Disappointment flares in Yara's voice. She has barely finished her statement when the warrior's thick seed floods her inside. At least his semen feels potent enough. She hopes to get pregnant soon. "You enjoyed this too much; how about the favour I requested you?"

Generally speaking, he is having a confusion to the two women who are valuable to his heart. At this time, Zyrril is going to the outside, she could not close to her eyes. Here, she has pictured out to the presence of the appealing guy. As she has turned her head to the left side; she has found to the image of her current sweet lover. To them, she is having a confusion who will be the suited man to her life.

He can't believe he thinks about that girl, of all women starting whom he had been with. He stepped in the shower. He thinks it'll help him cool his thoughts. Then as the water rains on him from head to toe, a picture of that certain girl flashes before his wildest imagination. In his head, the girl is with him, no, that is not quite right. She was taking a shower alone naked. He entered the scene with the intent to seduce her. In his imaginary world he was caressing her all over, before taking her hard and wild. The cold water was nothing compared to the heat of the moment.

Outside, he heard Kathy. " Oh! Yuri. " - Kathy, paused. 'God, he could imagine her in his bed, moaning the same thing as he sank his cock into her', Yuri thought. " I'm feeling weird again. " - Kathy, added. Biting back a groan, Yuri moved his hand faster. In his mind, the image was so damn vivid it was like a vision had been there all along, etched in his soul. Kathy looking at him, her wide violet eyes filled with desire. Kathy, reaching for the back of her dress to unzip herself. Kathy, letting the dress slip down her body.

Sandy could perceive her own pheromones. "You know," Sandy giggled, the wine making her bold, her voice sounding far away to her own ears. "I’ve actually... I’ve had these thoughts. These wild fantasies. About being handled. Really roughly. By... well, by multiple men. Like a total exhibitionist." She paused, her eyes widening as the words hung in the air. She gave a nervous laugh. "But I’m just kidding, obviously! I don't think I could actually do that. I’m too small. I don't think I could take... well, you know. That much. I’d probably die."

Just as Yang Tian-Xu waited for Tong Yue-Yan to finish the salad, Yang Tian-Xu was thinking about her, the girl he had a dream about and couldn't stop thinking of. He imagined the girl sitting across from him was her instead of Tong Yue-Yan. The corner of his lips curved up, and Tong Yue-Yan thought it was a smile meant for her. It made her happy and smiled back. Preoccupied with thoughts of another, Yang Tian-Xu completely ignored Tong Yue-Yan.

Zander cut himself off at my bewildered look. I wrinkled up my nose, not remembering what I'd said out loud, but embarrassed by Zander's words. I squinted at him. "You think he's a siren?" He'd mentioned sirens Monday night, saying they were some type of idimmu that created fake feelings in others.

Her eyes were red like the fire of desire, and she had been submerged by the most primitive impulse. "I want to... I want to..." Yagyuu Yukime spoke in a low voice and then pulled off her red evening dress, exposing her body, which could fascinate countless men, to the air. Upon seeing everything in front of him, Qin Haodong felt as if countless explosives had detonated in him. At that moment, he was sure that he had taken an aphrodisiac liquid unconsciously. If he had been alone, he could have used an hour to clear up the effect of the aphrodisiac liquid with his internal power.

Yes, it’s petty and insecure, but what fantasy land are you living in where people aren’t petty and insecure? You want a cool girlfriend, but you don’t want her to earn more money, be funnier or smarter; and you certainly don’t want her to be the Black fucking Widow. Here, hold my purse while I take care of this... It’s emasculating, even for someone not all that masculated to start with. I skirted around Yuqi all hunched over in a tangle of amorphous tentacles and whimpers. Jenny was back on her feet, sword held out in front of her.

I frown in confusion. Was that all just my imagination? Nothing more? Standing by the river, talking with Alpha Tyler, I had let my mind wander too far into places it shouldn’t have gone. It had felt so vivid, so real, that I could feel it deep in my core. I had imagined being naked with Alpha Tyler, both of us doing shameful things in the river. What was that thought? That was awful. Why would I even imagine something like that? I look down at myself—fully clothed, and so is Alpha Tyler. We’re both standing on the riverbank, and he has a confused look on his face, probably because of the bewildered expression I wear.