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The Covet Corner Hotel: Chapter 11

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Welcome back!

What’s that? You found a job in the hotel? That’s great! I guess that means you’ll be staying with us for a while. If you haven’t already, I would suggest you pay a visit to the sixth floor and open an account with the hotel’s bank. Surprised? Considering everything else we have here, a bank isn’t all that surprising, now is it?

Whatever you do though, please don’t head up there through the elevators or stairs near the back of the hotel. If you do, you’ll end up at the ‘Snow Peaks’ section of the floor, and unless you remember to bring a sweater then you might freeze your fingers off. I’m sure one of the yukki-onnas are bound to let you in and warm up before that happens, but they might expect you to repay the favor.

It’s located closer to the front end of the hotel, near the 200’s. Oh, you’re going up right now? Good. Glad I could be of help. Have a good day, and thanks again for staying here with us here at the Covet Corner Hotel.

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Bow Down

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On request by an Archive of Our Own user. A witch enslaves a human using a powerful foot fetish spell and makes him spy on his own people. His reward for his betrayal is long hours of foot worship and cleaning of her soles. He was too powerful to be made to submit through a … Continue reading Bow Down

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Drunken Fluff

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A small piece of smut about a man and his Danuki waifu.

“I’m calm” a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he snakes his hand between her thighs. James’ fingers grazing between her lower lips before returning them to her face. Making a show with the juices he gathered from her. “It’s you who seems a bit worked up.” Madeline then grabs his wrist in response, bringing his fingers to her lips. Giving the offending digits’ soft kisses that soon turn to suckling them clean of her clear nectar. Holding his gaze in her eyes as her actions dawn on her in a blushing realization.

“Gosh, James!” she protests as she hides under her arm to cover up reddening face. “I can’t believe I did that.”

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