If you like my art, sketches, stories, transformations you can find more like this on my Patreon page or in DeviatArt Premium Early Access folder for subscribers here. Every bit of support is truly appreciated, but just having you here means the most to me - without you, none of this would have been possible. Thank you very much!
Check also my shop at DeviantArt for other works
The warm Mediterranean breeze gently played with Amber's loose blonde hair, twisting it like the unruly threads of fate, which had spun completely out of control over the past few days.
— Damn it… — she muttered through clenched teeth, wincing slightly as she leaned against the nearest rope. — My leg again…
Her heavy breasts, which seemed to weigh over a ton, immediately pulled her skin and the soft fabric of her dress tight, reminding her of their presence like it was something one could ever forget.
— Oh God… — Amber exhaled with a crooked smile. — This is getting ridiculous.
— I wouldn’t say it’s ridiculous, koukla mou… — came a soft, slightly husky male voice from behind, carrying that distinct Greek accent that sent a chill down her spine.
Amber turned around. A tall, tanned guy in a white linen shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the chest, stood there with his arms crossed, squinting at the setting sun. His dark eyes slid down her figure, lingering at the neckline of her dress.
— On the contrary… it’s beautiful. The way you stand there, how the wind plays with your hair… You look like a scene from a movie, omorfi. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were an actress.
She pressed her lips together. It would've been easier if he just threw some vulgar comment her way. Instead, a lump of shame, fear, confusion, and agonizing hopelessness instantly rose inside her and got stuck somewhere near her throat. It choked her breath, but she managed to squeeze out an awkward half-smile, the corners of her lips trembling painfully.
— Thanks… — her voice sounded too soft, too… feminine. And that pissed her off more than anything else.
She turned around, hurrying to take another step, but the sharp pain from the damn pebble that had gotten between her heel and flip-flop reminded her it was still there. She stumbled, but immediately felt a strong male hand stopping her from even attempting to fall.
— Careful… — he said softly, keeping his hand on her waist.
She slowly turned back to him. His face was way too close. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, but the voice of reason—more precisely, the voice of Emmet—screamed inside her head, reminding her how utterly wrong all this was. She shoved him away sharply, pulling back like she'd touched a hot iron...Full story (11 000 characters - 6 parts + add. oimages) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon