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Vorehistorier

på norsk.



Hei, her er tre oversatte historier av ulike slag fra bildegalleriet mitt, disse er Plante/F, F/F og M/F






Botanister

på feil sted Plante/F

An appetizing fragrance wafted from the wok as the fire burned down and the cooking approached completion. The rice was brown and steaming, partly from oils splashed into the pan and partly from the juices of the meat, and bean sprouts and sliced leeks were sprinkled throughout the body of the stir fry. And a body lay amide the vegetables and the rice, partly buried but still more visible than not: Inuyasha saw Kagome, either dead or unconscious, reduced to nothing but a tasty piece of meat in t

"S-Stop
looking at me like that..."
Kagome
Higurashi mumbled and crossed an arm over her chest. Her cheeks were
bright rosy in color, and getting starkly pinker. A hand pressed
itself soft and slender between her legs, abashedly cupping the bulge
of her pubic mound. Dark hair fell a short way down her bare back,
her skin growing ruddy in great, hot patches under the open sunlight.
Her
bosom, modestly generous in size, seemed to her curiously burdensome
right then and there. It swelled

Sango
was bored. Everyone was off hunting shards leaving her kagome and
ayane alone. This was fine up until ayane got bored too. Sango yawns
as Ayane grinned mischievously casting her magic on herself and
Kagome. Sango suddenly smelled something very delicious and she sits
up straight looking around but only seeing kagome passed out and
Ayame smiles. “its time to eat sango.” She giggles. “okay whats
for lunch.” Ayane laughs and forces kagome’s head in her mouth.
“us!” sango is forc