Sasha’s prompt answer is enough to understand that I blew it. I totally wasn't expecting her to turn me down. I should have phrased my invitation differently. Bree laughs hard before settling a hand over Sasha’s shoulder. “Oh, honey. I'm sure you do have friends here. But David— or Wrenn, as you call him— is definitely not talking about the same kind of friends. Sometimes….” Bree’s hand drifts from Sasha's shoulder down her chest, brushing over her tits, before cupping one of them in her palm. Sasha’s cheeks flush a deep red as her gaze darts towards the bed. However, Lily and her husband are completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to anyone else’s presence. My eyes follow Bree's fingers as she continues to softly stroke Sasha's breast through her blouse. An ache begins in my groin and I struggle to keep myself under control. “Sometimes…” Bree continues, “you can find friends willing to help you out of a bad situation, be it a fight…” Her hand lets go of Sasha’s breast and l
Sasha leans in closer to the gemstone, carefully inspecting it under the magnifying glass, occasionally jotting things down in her notebook. On a chair near the bookcase, Bree flips through “The Botanical Healer’s Handbook” with interest, occasionally reading aloud interesting tidbits to Sasha. The faint smell of lavender wafts from the book’s pages, mixing with the quiet scratching of Sasha's pencil. I dare not read that book even if I know it’s not recommended to judge a book by its cover. But this one looks like it's been through the wringer and the blender, and maybe even a stampede of wild boars. It's a hodgepodge of textures, colors, and materials, with the binding held together by what looks like ancient bubblegum. The edges of the cover are frayed and torn, with bits of moss and dirt clinging to the surface.The title, written in what might be dragon's blood— or just really old red ink— is barely legible… Something like "The Botanical Hea-r's Hand-ook". It's clear that this
Sasha's cheeks flush in embarrassment as she anxiously looks away from Bree's outstretched hand, holding up the unmistakably phallic-shaped stone. She shifts her balance from one foot to the other, her body language revealing her discomfort. "Bree, please," she says, her cheeks turning pink. "Can you put that down? Let's focus on the task at hand. That’s not something I plan to pack."“Maybe I can have it then,” Bree says, her hand starting to drift along the rock as if she were jacking off a cock. “It looks like a perfect fit for me. I bet we could have fun with it.”Clearing her throat, Sasha busies herself with packing the gemstones, keeping her eyes down to avoid meeting Bree's gaze. Bree, however, seems undeterred and continues to make suggestive comments. "I'm sure it would fit just right inside me," Bree adds in a sultry voice. "And maybe I'd even let you be the one to stick it there. You know,” she steps closer to Sasha, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I can lend you
Sasha's eyes display an act of tremendous willpower as that clear shade of green dispels any previous lustful gaze. She manages to push away from her face the aroused expression that took hold of her lovely features before. “A rock can be pretty cold, indeed,” she says. “But a cockstone can be hot too if I use a gemstone spell to heat it up and make it the right temperature for me. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even find the right spell to turn it into a real thing…”Undoubtedly, her argument is compelling, and in this fleeting moment, I find myself nearly succumbing to the allure of her eloquent discourse. However, Bree remains impervious to such persuasions; the sardonic curl of her lips bears testament to her unwavering resolve. “Will you grow it hands too?” Bree asks, her own hands squeezing Sasha’s tit in a grip that is far from gentle. “Will it be able to grab you like this? And isn’t it boring and tiresome to wield it yourself when someone else could do the pounding for you?”Bree dr
"Tell me, Sasha," Bree whispers against her cheek, "can you give me your full attention even if David fucks you?"At first glance, Sasha seems perplexed,her brow furrowing in confusion. Then, her face brightens with the understanding of someone who knows that kind of craving Bree has now. Slowly, a smile spreads over Sasha’s lips."Of course," she replies.Bree smiles in return. "This is a special occasion, you know? It's our very first time together—- the first one of many. Isn't it right, Sasha?"In answer, Sasha nods and takes hold of the cockstone, the tip of the phallus-shaped rock sliding between Bree’s folds under her expert touch. "Oh, Sasha," Bree moans, her voice trailing off into a sigh. "Yes, yes…"As the stone dildo’s length disappears inside Bree, her head tilts back, a sharp yelp escaping her throat. She groans the whole time as the cold rock dives deeper and deeper into her until all that remains of it is the part where Sasha’s fingers are holding it. Bree rocks her
I exit the shed with an armful of gemstones, trying not to drop any. If there is one thing I learned, it is that gems like to roll around. In fact, I think their very existence is predicated on rolling around. I mean, why else would they be called "precious stones"? Maybe you're wondering what being precious has to do with rolling around. Well, it's simple really. Think about it like this: when something is precious, it's valuable, right? And what's more valuable than something that's hard to catch or keep in one place? That's where rolling around comes in. Gems are like little mischievous gremlins, always on the move and never staying in one spot for too long. It's like they're saying, "You want me? You gotta catch me first!" So, if you want to possess one of these precious stones, you better be prepared to do some chasing. Just don't let them roll away too far or you might end up on a wild goose chase through town!They are obviously trying to show off their rolling skills! Mayb
Leaves and branches rain down upon me like a hailstorm, and I'm momentarily disoriented as I try to make sense of what's happening. Is it an earthquake? A thunderstorm? Or something else entirely?The thicket shudders again, and my mind goes blank as I try to keep myself steady against the onslaught of falling objects. Another quake hits, shaking the ground even harder. It's only then that I realize— Sasha! I have to find her, make sure she's not the one doing this. I dash towards the shed. Panic grips me. Okay, David, you've got this. You're a hero, remember? A gem-hauling, beast-slaying hero— I might have not killed any beast so far, but I brought the right woman to do it for me. I open the door to where I left Sasha and Bree, ready to burst into the shed and save the day.Heart pounding with adrenaline, I'm met with an unexpected sight. Sasha and Bree are huddled together in an embrace, Bree’s hands occupied: one grabbing one of Sasha’s tits while the other hiding beneath her pan
"What is it?" Sasha asks, clearly befuddled by the sudden appearance of this man. The said man stops short as he inspects me standing beside Sasha. He straightens up.With a surge of determination, I decide now is the perfect moment to unleash the full potential of my newly-acquired permanent enhancement. Zeroing in on his vulnerable spots, I lock eyes with my opponent, my gaze mirroring the fierce intensity blazing in his own eyes. [Roderick is a proud man, and his pride often leads him to make rash decisions. He's fiercely protective of those he cares about, but can be quick to anger when he feels wronged or disrespected. He's also deeply in love with Sasha, but was too afraid to confess his feelings while she was cursed][Fears: Losing Sasha forever, failing to prove himself in battle, being alone and unloved][Weaknesses: Overconfidence in his own abilities, a tendency to jump to conclusions and act impulsively, a deep-seated insecurity that drives his jealousy and aggression]T