‘Wait, what do you mean I’m going to become a goddess?’ Darren pressed, his mind whirring. ‘I’m an Original. It’s forbidden – it’s impossible. You heard Madame Shatter, my mind isn’t capable of dealing with the sensation of goddesshood. It would send me insane.’ Having left the horny sissy and her unlucky lover in their room, he and Goddess Lash were now working their way through the manor corridors once
Elliott made his first wish as he stepped out of the house: he wished for confidence. Though he had dabbled in magic here and there before, he had half-expected the wishing perfume he’d brewed for himself wouldn’t work, but the moment the words left his mouth he felt a thrill of energy roll through him and the nerves that had been nagging at him all day evaporated instantly. He held
Admiring her creation with adoring eyes, Daniella felt a shiver tingle her spine. She had done it! After years of working in dingy back-street laboratories, selling herself to raise the funds for her research and putting up with dozens of useless lab technicians who had screamed and thrashed when she had used them to test the newest iteration of her formula, only for them to disappoint her by transforming into
Fantasy Resort’s communal lounge was sleek, comfortable and, presently, abuzz with hushed conversation. Ordinarily it was a space where the resort’s guests could relax together, chatting over drinks poured from the well-stocked bar set towards the back of the room. Tonight, however, the crowd was quiet, huddling together in little groups and whispering amongst themselves while casting furtive glances at the other people in the room, their suspicious gossip driven
Her hands full of laden paper bags, Phoebe kicked the door closed behind her. Dropping her cargo on the rug she gave a weary sigh as she slumped back against the door, groaning as the exertion of the day caught up to her. Her arms ached, her back protested against every minor movement, and her feet felt as though she had gone about the entire day barefoot – she wouldn’t
The grounds of Fantasy Resort were still as Brooke meandered along the winding paved pathways. Still, but not quiet. While the waters of the many pools were calm and undisturbed, the spreading palms barely ruffled by the sea breeze and the path lights cast a warm, comforting glow to illuminate the walkways and communal areas, the air was thick with moaning, groaning, and the occasional resounding crack of a hand
Just as he’d anticipated, Nathaniel found the resort deserted. With half his peers down at the beach, the other half either lounging around their accommodation or scattered across the island exploring the quaint markets and localities, and the tutors likely taking the opportunity to enjoy a little peace after a long, exhausting year, the grounds of Fantasy Resort were occupied only by songbirds and insects. For someone his peers considered
She was pacing. That was what worried Harriet the most. She never paced. Not when one of the nerds failed to complete her homework. Not on the rare occasion a man turned her down, imagining himself to be too good for her. Not even when her parents had briefly considered moving halfway across the country, a decision that would have robbed her of her position as the clique’s queen bee
Rolling over in her sleep, Sia turned into the sunlight shafting through the sheer curtains. Her dreams scattered by the sudden brightness she frowned briefly, made a murmur of sleepy discomfort, then let out a weary sigh as her eyelids fluttered open. For a moment or two she pondered trying to get back to sleep, but already her drowsiness had been chased away by the nagging doubt she had gone
‘How does he feel now, bitch?’ Leah hissed, spreading Zoey wide for Kurt to bury himself inside. ‘You regretting lying to us yet, Little Miss My-Boyfriend-Has-The-Biggest-Cock-I’ve-Ever-Seen? You really thought you could pull the wool over our eyes?’ Freya’s goading came in breathless tones and groaned as Zoey frantically ate her out, tipping her head back as pleasure surged through her. The petite blonde herself looked worryingly fragile impaled on Kurt’s
