Yuri X Yor Novels & Stories

Yu, Yuri Yuri had a jawed face, and her cold gaze swept lightly over the three of them before finally stopping at Jadon Herme, with a momentary disgust flashing beneath her eyes. When this person was young, he played a lot of tricks on her and liked to sue Fremingo, she remembers. Jadon Herme's gaze also glanced at Yuri, with a hint of disgust and jealousy in his eyes. Unexpectedly, the little girl who followed Fremingo's butt all day back then was an unknown miraculous doctor. It's okay to be a follower when I was young, but when I grow up, I still have an affair with Fremingo, which is even more disgusting than homosexuality.

I smiled victoriously on coming up with a perfect excuse to escape. "oh okay." he seemed slightly unbothered. "What's her name anywa-" he dropped a speaker while talking to me. Great! Couldn't expect anything less from the 'God of destruction'. I hurried forward to help him. "Her name is Yuri" That's the best name you could come up with hikari, seriously, I thought to myself. Yuri means a ghost in Japanese, I face palmed myself in my head. "oh Yuri," he giggled a little "pretty name"

"And is Yuri a vampire as well?" Colin stepped toward her, moving his hands to her chin, and looked in her eyes. "There are Weres and yes some are wolves, some are big cats, bears, and even a dragon still exists. There are Druids and fae as well. And Yuri is my child. I created him 2729 years ago. He has been leapfrogging through time with me." Aria nodded. "Okay, I cannot wait to explore the real world with you. As I told you earlier, there is nothing you can not tell me. I love everything about you. Even your child, though, is still on my naughty list."

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

Roman said to him but Yurizi just laughed at him and used the tip of his gun to scratch the temple. "You, you are the one that should be because no matter where you run and how you tried to escape---it won’t work, this will be the end of…yours." Yurizi said and smirked. “You said I resemble someone you know right? Ymar Stello?” he added and Roman’s eyes widened. "How did you know him?" Roman said. "Because…" Yurizi said and took a step towards him. "I’m his son, motherfucker." He said.

Argh… Yoru let out an angry cry. It was as if he became a tiger. “Auster, I will fight you till death.” Yoru’s body started emitting a strong and berserk aura, the muscles in his body tightened. His fists were like metal. He rushed toward Auster. As one of the Four Vajra, Yoru had great power and potential. Even though he was not as strong as Auster, he could still put up a fight with him. The originally beautiful living room of the villa became broken and messy. Even the walls were starting to crack.

Yama burst out laughing, "Everyone seems to be thinking the same thing. Do we look that alike?" I stared at both of them. They both had the same colour hair and Roman pointed nose. Anyone would easily mistake them for father and son. "He's my stepbrother, Yuri." Yama patted at his shoulder. The kid whined but still held on to his hand. "Oh he's very cute" Yama smiled, tugging at his brother's hand, "Yuri what do you say?" "Thank you miss" Yuri shyly smiled, his cheeks puffed. I felt my chest tighten just thinking about my own child. If he had half of the cuteness of Yuri we will be blessed.

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

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.