The Lady of Thorncrown Mansion (oneshot) (futa, futa-on-male, vanilla)
Story by Zixtank
New story peeps. It's a oneshot this time so don't expect any sequels. As for the last three chapters of Step by Stepsister, look at the next paragraph. You haven't read it? Skip the next paragraph or check out the story if you want to.
Okay, so first of, let me clarify something; YES, I am still writing and I will finish Step by Stepsister (currently four chapters are released but I plan on reaching seven). It's been severely delayed due to:
1. My friend's dog managed to chew my charger to bits and pieces.
2. Though I have an insurance, it took the company about four months to remember I was waiting due to some screw-up in their system.
3. Exams, homework and a loooong (well-deserved) summer holiday.
4. Chapter 5 (which is finished) and chapter 6 (half finished) is on my laptop and has for the past half a year been inaccessible.
5. Writer's block >.<
Either way, here's something I wrote during my holidays while cut off from SbS. I hope you'll forgive my lack of chapters for the moment.
To say a quick bit about this story, the Lady of Thorncrown Mansion, I sorta liked how it turned out, though please, I'm reeeeeeally sorry if something seems a bit . . . off. First things first, I wrote the whole thing in three days (well, three evenings, but you get the point) and I was already a bit tired when I sat down to work on it and I've since completing it been shuffling some lines up and down and here and there, but I've tried my best to correct whatever lose ends there are. If you DO find some though (which I sincerely doubt), tell me so immediately so I can do something about it. Thank you ^^
As usual, I accept all kinds of critique with open arms and a smile and hope that you like the story I've cooked up for you =P
Oh, and I should probably warn you about this before you start reading; it's a bit long and has more focus on the story than the sex, so make sure you have an hour or so to spare. That being said, I think it turned out pretty decent, but why don't you be the judge of that ;)
Happy fapping.
The Lady of Thorncrown Mansion
Upon the high hill behind the village, standing grand and impressive behind the many high walls and lush gardens, stands Thorncrown Mansion, home of the great British nobleman Alexander Thorncrown, his wife Elizabeth and their young Lady Angelica.
Every morning, I pass by the gates of the mansion on my way to school and every morning when I arrive, I see the usual black limousine with the Thorncrown emblem blazed upon the door. A black-clad man of about twenty-five would open the door for the Lady Angelica Thorncrown as she as always makes her way to school, hand over her bag and make sure she has everything she needs before tipping his hat and leaving.
Angelica Thorncrown was a beauty of seventeen years with golden-brown eyes and long, straight black hair usually done in an elegant hairstyle. Today; pigtails bound with black lace. Idoled by many and sought after by more, Angelica’s place in life is to be as far away from those not fortunate of either status, looks or overall popularity. The sole exception to that . . .
“Chris!” As usual, her voice, cute like hell and then there’s those monstrosities of boobs bouncing on her chest when she moves. “Good morning.” She smiled up at me. She’d always been like that, clingy and a bit bossy, but cute nonetheless.
To clear up confusions; who am I? My name is Christopher Artham, commonly known as Chris, and is not one that would appear to stand out in next year’s yearbook. Black, slightly wavy hair; short cropped in the back, brow-length in the front, blue eyes and slender, bit tall build. Only thing that stands out about me is my eyes; bit sleek, sharp and tiny pupils. People seem to find me scary for it for some reason. Profession; getting into fights more often than not. Past affiliations; being Angelica Thorncrown’s pet (playmate from since-forever-ago).
“How’s your cheek today?” Angelica asked me as she squeezed my arm against herself and poked the band-aid with her finger. It hurt, but there was no way in hell I’d ever tell her that. Yesterday after school, someone from a neighboring school had decided to jump me. Though I easily wiped them out, one lucky sucker got in a punch on me and Angelica had insisted on putting on a band-aid, even though there was no open wound, just a slight swell.
“Hey, listen, Angie,” I said and looked at her, starting to pry her fingers off of me. “As much as I love the feeling of your tits on my arm, you’re making people stare.”
She barely bothered to swipe her eyes around us; several boys looked at me as though I was Enemy of State nr 1 and a couple of groups of girls were giggling in that annoying manner that made
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