Yuri Reading Novels & Stories

Keya P.O.V I was nervous, but very excited. The plan is to allow my 'Gurls' to show themselves while I stay back and observe from the Spirit Realm. Yuri is first up. And I watch as she greets them with her thick sultry southern accent. "Well, ain't y'all the lively lil' bunch. Hello, I'm Yuridicae but y'all can call me Yuri. And I am Rukeya's Fairy. What would you lovely ladies like me to do for y'all?" Grammy request, skeptically. "Can we get a look at your wings?" Yuri loves the idea. "Sure!" Yuri exclaims excitedly while removing the plushy white robe. I don't care about being naked in front of my family. They had changed my diaper and bathe me when I was a baby. So it's whatev.

AFTER SEVERAL moments, Xurden turned the page, looking at Yric. The younger guy just sat quietly while licking the chocolate that was sticking to the inner part of the wrapper with his tongue. He frowned at what he saw and shook his head when Yric shifted his attention to him. Yric felt embarrassed, so he just folded the cover and put it in the pocket of his pants. After that, he put back his eyes to the book he was reading. The storm outside was still loud. It seemed like it would not stop.

Getting ever closer to her core, he could feel the heat she had waiting for him. Now it was Yuri’s turn to groan as he stroked the inside of her thighs. Then he was where they both wanted him to be. His fingers slipped under her lace panties and stroked her slit. He groaned again when he felt her juices coat his fingers. He grew impatient when his lips met the cloth covering her body. He wanted to taste nothing but her skin. His hands tore at her clothing. Then she was naked and impatient for him to return to what he was doing before. But Yuri had something more in mind. He stood to take his own clothing off and soon, he was pulling her up higher on the bed.

While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another. With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers. "Yuri," I moan his name in a plea. I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

He went to open it, and she saw that Yuri was standing there with a game system in one arm and a television box in the other. “I thought she would like this,” he said. “Oh, you did, did you?” Mark chuckled. “Stop, idiot, and help me,” Yuri said. “You have to explain to her, not me,” Mark said as she stood there blocking her way. “Look, I like her. She reminds me of someone.” Yuri said. “You have a glutton for punishment,” she said as she stood there with a smile. “Go ahead, Yuri.” “Wait, you are okay with this?” Yuri asked.

He brought the other telegrams down and opened it, only to see a pop-up image of an oven. “Hmm, it seemed someone sent in a strange message.” Yuri hummed as he stared at the oven. Realizing that he could pull on a side tab, he did so to ‘open’ the oven. There was now a drawing of a single piece of bread inside. “…what is this?” “Why? What does it say?” Delta got up from her seat and circled to get to Yuri’s other side. “Oh, why is there a bun inside the oven?”

Yuri unwrapped the gift like an excited toddler. "Wow, this keychain is beautiful. But wait, why did you give the devil a cold-hearted keychain of an angel?" Yuri said, staring at the engraved words. Mr. Ford grunted in annoyance when Yuri looked at him with a rueful grin. I had to suppress my chuckle at Yuri's comment, which was befitting Mr. Ford.

Despite the low orange light in the sauna, everything about him pops his tattoos, his monstrous strength and superior muscles. Strands of his now longer hair fall over his forehead, some of them fell over his icy blue eyes. Those dangerous, ethereal ones. Nothing about Rhys is idle, even his casual posture says so. Leaning back on his elbows, he tilts his head in my direction. “Are you going to stand there all day?” “Where's Yuri?” “Yuri has an errand to run.” “I'll just come back after you're done.” “Nonsense. Come in.”

Yuri, dressed in a robe, slowly stepped out of the car in the middle with crossed arms. “Yuri Musashi?!” Everyone froze after seeing Yuri’s face. Even Kairi frowned. Cameron, who was showing off just before, looked on with twitching eyes. Naturally, he knew just how impressive Yuri was. “What? Can’t wait to die after you just got away?” Harvey taunted. He grinned, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Are you done with whatever you need to do? “Where did you pick your burial spot? I’ll take a look at it for you! Free of charge!