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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter Fifteen Cum dripped down High Priestess Lysila’s face as she followed Maya onto the bed beside the one Lady Sherida rested upon. Lysila loved the feel of being anointed by her new Lord’s jizz. When she had climaxed in the water, revelation had filled her. This was what Lady Ninli wanted. She craved to lie here beside Lady Sherida. Lysila would help make that happen. She licked up the salty cum that dripped down to her upper lip as she moved between Maya’s spread-open thighs. The undine’s form was a thing of beauty. Made entirely of…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Some people enjoy LARPing and historical items. You take that a few steps further. Tonight, you have your eyes on a saddle so old, they even think it’s haunted. You don’t believe in such nonsense, but you might be proven wrong… —— ‘Tonight is THE night!’ you tell yourself as you head for the stables with the dimmest light you could manage, just enough so you don’t step on any unfortunate animals, but not enough to alert anyone else nearby. You’ve been working at the farm for a few weeks now, and pulled your weight rather well…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 © 2025 Duleigh Lawrence-Townshend. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story for all portions. All characters are original. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story or any part thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review or commentary. This is a tale that I have been aching to write for a long time. Once again, I return to a genre that…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Droos Bome stepped off of the landing rocket, a small satchel full of clothes the only thing in his possession. His point of arrival, an exotic alien colony known as Trenton, New Jersey, was incredibly cold by his species’ standards. As a folifode, a soft skinned biped from the perpetually tropical world of Molk, Droos couldn’t help but burrow his elongated face deeper into the thick garment provided following the flight, supposedly called a “coat” by the locals. His skin, normally a smooth blueish white, grew a pale cerulean in the cold, and he anxiously followed behind…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Disclaimer: This chapter explores domination and submission, drug/alcohol use, and consensual rape roleplay. The Edge of Power Not three sex events later, I wake to a soft caress on my wing. Nah. Not happening. I roll over and groan, full of self-pity. It’s Ruun again. I reek. I smell, and I’m horribly hungover. Fuck. I drag myself to the bathroom and turn the hot water on, leaning against the cold tiled wall. As it cascades over my wings, I press my forehead against the cool and beg the world to simplify. Still sore about how he left…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 ******** Expedition (II) ******** The next morning, all the slaves who’re to go on the expedition are gathered at the exit of the residential area of ​​the sect. Liang continues to look at me strangely, although she doesn’t seem to be angry. I’ve asked Ken to inform Bei Lu and Bi Lang. Otherwise, they’ll kill me when I return. A few meters away, some students are arriving. Some have arrived even before us. Among them, there is Bai Wan. I know her because she’s from the twins’ family. Apparently, they get along well with her. She’s an…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Come Hell or High Water – – – – – – – The thud of a stray plasma bolt stung his fur as it impacted the wall behind him. Fox Mccloud pressed himself to the alloy bulwark, trusting his makeshift cover. Another two shots charred the hallway next to his leg. As he readied his blaster, a soothing, female voice came into his head. “One on your left, fox, and two on your right. The one on the left is nervous.” Mccloud smiled, now feeling confident. There was a pause in the gunfire: two seconds, three seconds,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is a story set in the Quaranteam Universe created by CorruptingPower. It is strongly recommended that you read at the very least the first half of the original work (and the earlier chapters) or it won’t make sense. You should probably just read all his work and only come back when you’re desperate for more. My thanks to CorruptingPower for letting me play in his pool, and to the rest of the QT writers room for their input. Particularly The_Licentious_Laureate, BreakTheBar and AgathonWrites who has donated way too much of his time —– ++++ Thurs 8th…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The weekend is coming to a close. I’m still in Kate’s body. Her husband hasn’t seemed to notice anything off about me. We haven’t talked much these past two days. Sure, there have been words said and pleasantries spoken, but there has been no real substance to our conversations. It’s like we’re a couple that’s been married for years. This has all been advantageous, seeing as I’m not really who I’m pretending to be. I guess the best way to hide my true identity is to just not say much at all. This hasn’t seemed to bother…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Alice locked her bike to the wrought iron fence outside of Mr. William’s manor with a sharp click. She nervously smoothed her pants with a hand, hesitating despite the heady rushes of confidence she had been dosing herself with from the magical ring. She knew that coming here could be dangerous, and paradoxically, the magical confidence ring was making her question her judgement. Was she only here because she was confident enough to be here? No. Alice was needed. She had been a nervous wreck all day at the office yesterday when Abel didn’t show, despite it…