1. New Life in RIanate 4


    Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Spanking, Written by women, Author: Lustful11, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    then sat back on his haunches. “I know. Come on.” He pulled me up and we left the bedroom, though Harley was flying right behind us. “We’ll be back, don’t miss us,” Dallas said. We had to quickly run out of the door before he flew out with us. Dallas wrapped an arm around my waist as we headed out of the building and toward Ria. 200. Dad had been at home for the past two days, trying to figure out my powers and what the hell happened, so I knew he had to be at the house. I thought it was super cool that Rianate was in our backyard, like, were we that special? When mom was alive, she told me this story about something surrounding our house, and now I know that she meant Rianate. I don’t exactly remember what she told me, I just know that she called it a “mysterious creature”, like Rianate was just one. Technically, Rianate is one, like it’s own small (very small) state, full of kids, adults, schools and all the resources we needed. (The shitty thing was that Lena was our governor—of course with Brice.) “Eris.” Dallas had asked me a question but I was too caught up in my thoughts, oops. “Sorry, what?” I laughed. “Wow,” he smiled. Oh, that smile. Thirty-two perfectly white, straight, full-grown teeth. “I said, do you know if your dad is home?” “Oh, yeah, he is. I texted him.” “Okay. Girl, why you always caught up in your own thoughts? Why don’t you just… hmm. What was it that you said? Sit down, eat a donut and take a nap?” “Oh, that.” I laughed as I remembered what I said. ...
    “I said why can’t I just sit down, listen to music, eat a donut and watch the game. Dallas, it’s not really that—” “I don’t care. One day—probably tomorrow—I’m gonna buy you some type of pastry and turn on the Browns game and make you sit on the couch for two hours. You really need a break from your own mind. I’m pretty sure if I got professor Nolan to perform that ritual on you, we’d be able to see your thoughts.” I raised an eyebrow at what he said. “Ritual? See my thoughts?” “Yeah,” Dallas nodded. “It—it’s a thought ritual. It’s when Nolan casts a circle, gives you some weird potion-shit, you drink it. And, after that, your thoughts come out of your head in three different colors: purple for happy thoughts, silver for bad thoughts and sapphire blue for unknown questions. It lasts for… 3 hours, I wanna say. It’s literally like being high.” Dallas gave me a serious look after the last sentence. “And you’ve been—” “Yes, I’ve been high before, and, I’ve taken the potion.” I shook my head as we stepped over a loose branch. Dallas must’ve heard or saw something because he yanked me back against his body by my belt loop. “Jesus Christ,” I gruffly whispered. The force of his solid chest really hurt my back. “Sorry,” Dallas said. “There was a loose gargoyle—not like the ones you see on buildings. The fucking creepy ones.” Dallas let me go and we continued walking. The portal was probably 100 yards away, so, we weren’t that far off. I felt something graze my lower back and jumped. ...
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