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- Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
There is a secret in the house of Ikari, a doll that can walk and talk made of porcelain and gold. She fulfils many roles, one for each family member. Will she manage to keep the family whole?
Warning: “Generations of Gold” is not suitable for children.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
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Generations of Gold
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Copyright © 2018 George Saoulidis
Generations of Gold
Hinata had been in the family for as long as anyone could remember. Created by a master alchemist, she was made of exquisite porcelain, the kind you usually found on a king’s plate when he really wanted to impress that foreign queen.
Generation after generation, the house of Ikari stood strong while others came and went, thrived or got wiped out when their sons fell in faraway battles.
They never admitted to it, but they owed that to Hinata. She was not their secret. The real secret was the reason they needed her.
Ichiro was in the back yard, holding a big stick. He liked that stick. He liked the heft of it, the weight. He also liked how the bark had been scraped off where he held it. It showed a long-time use, and indeed he had.
He brought it over his head and then slammed it down, smashing the doll.
“Ow!” she cried out.
“Shut up,” he ordered. She wasn’t even a real person, just a porcelain doll. He owned her, just like he owned everything in the family, being the elder Ikari son. Ichiro grinned like a maniac. He liked how the pieces flew off in unique patterns that no artist could ever truly capture. He liked how she limped away from him, one of her legs shattered.
He liked how her face contorted when she was in unimaginable pain.
He slammed his stick on the remaining stub of her thigh, laughing. A piece of porcelain flew off and struck his eye. “Ow! You whore,” he cried out, rubbing his eye, making it worse. It bled a little, and the piece was definitely still in there. Furious beyond measure, he kicked her again and again. “Look at what you did to me!”
“I’m sorry, master Ichiro. I’m so sorry!” Hinata begged, taking the blows.
“I’ll show you…” He smashed her other leg with his stick.
That was a satisfying crunch.
He looked down at her shiny porcelain ass. He liked that ass ever since he was old enough to play with his stick, but she didn’t have a hole there. Ichiro had checked. He held his big stick up with one hand while he fondled his little stick with his other one.
She was curvy, Ichiro liked that. She had intricate blue patterns on her white skin, just like an expensive porcelain vase. Now, why would his great-great-plenty-more-greats-grandfather had ordered one from an alchemist that was naked and sexy to look at, if not for the apparent reason?
To his dismay, she didn’t have the necessary holes to stick himself into like a woman had.
Even worse, he knew for a fact that his family had paid a fortune to make her. Would it hurt them to put some proper holes into her?
