Yandere Top Novels & Stories

Kelissa Kylton’s familiar voice came from behind Xandar’s large frame. The beautiful lycan wore a dark purple dress that accentuated her slim figure, and her slender fingers started massaging Xandar’s left shoulder as Xandar’s hand rested on her waist in the most natural manner. A smile replaced his hardened features as he pecked Kelissa on her lips.

Salmons of wisdom, swallowed by her sclera. Yolanda smirked, undoing her corset lacings and shucking off her dress and pantaloons, and her ripe breasts hung heavy like the wicked fruit of the huldrefolk, meant for stealing a changeling baby away to the lap of the Grim Troll Queen. I looked at her flawless, earthen sienna skin in reverence and tenderly mouthed the Periland chocolate-colored blossom of her left breast, tracing the thick horsewoman muscles of her shoulders.

Callan gasped when they finally saw her. Yvette wearing a black sweetheart tube top paired with fit denim jeans and stilettos started walking towards the front porch like a model on the runway. Her long hair moved with each step she made while her curtain bangs were disheveled on each side. Her makeup made her look superior with her siren eyes and red lips, opposite to Yvonne’s pink lipstick they used to see. Clyde glanced his head boredly and saw her walking like a goddess of beauty with her confidence as her crown.

Her voluptuous body is scantily clad, the flimsy material exposing her huge breasts and she is surrounded by the scent of sweet perfume. "Careful..." Even her voice is as soft as fresh flower petals, Rene thinks, steadying himself. Yara walks inside, without sparing him another glance. Something prompts Rene to look back and he is just in time to see Yara drop her clothes to the floor. Her stark nakedness nearly makes Rene's eyes gauge out from their sockets, his mouth hangs open. Rene's eyes fly to meet the barbarian's piercing stare just as the woman sinks to her knees, her fingers hastily working on his breeches and pulling his free cock into her waiting throat.

Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, away from her face. "Mate." Zander completed. "Ours." He growled possessively. My eyes widened in shock at the realization. I let my gaze travel from her cute face down her chubby body. She had generous tits that were struggling to be set free from the tank top she was wearing. It was obvious from the way they peeked out at the top, stretching the poor fabric. When she noticed I was ogling her, her wet hands flew to her chest in an attempt to block my view.

He let go of her thigh and smiled at her. "That wasn't so hard wasn't it? Now, stand up " Wordlessly, she stood up before him. Tears streamed down her face. Vinod leaned back and looked at her quarry at his leisure. Her breasts and ass were bigger than Shanti's, and her features were sharper than Rita's. She was very fair, and he wondered how dark her nipples would be. Regardless, she would make a great addition to his collection. "Take your top off." he said softly. "No sir. Please, please don't...AHHH!" She yelled as Vinod grabbed her top in his fist and pulled her to him. Her top was pulled out of her skirt, exposing her fair, toned belly.

He reached out his hand to put his finger in and rubbed it in and out. "Ah... Ah, uumm, this is so... Akh!" Yuriel groaned, his body tingling with the sensation of Aleandro's finger stimulation.Her swollen breasts, complete with prominent pink peaks, are adorable. Her bra and dress had already reached her stomach. Her lacey underwear appeared damp. Aleandro felt his throat dry, his normally cold and arrogant face looked lustful. He rubbed her hands on his pants and pulled down the triangular object that covered the woman's intimate area.

She wore a short brown leather skirt, a yellow cross top, and black sandals. "Don't you think you're overdressed?" I raised my brow at her. I had picked one of the simplest outfits I had in my closet. Unlike me, Yuri didn't have such expensive clothes of high quality as she was only a sex slave, and most of them were only given regular and sometimes used clothes. Only some of them were taken care of properly by their master, and Yuri, fortunately, was one of them. However, she was still only a slave and could dress in simple outfits.