All Chapters of The Taken Of Lena: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lena looked up at him in embarrassment, but Karl shook his head, banishing such useless nonsense. As a doctor, he'd seen everything, thousands of times before. "Lena, your temperature seems low, so I'm going to lift you on the count of three, and take you to a bath. Ava, are you feeling strong enough to join me? Lena's going to need some help, I think," Karl mentioned. Ava nodded dutifully. "Of course. How are you feeling, Lena dear? When did this start?" Ava asked. She kept her hand on Lena's forehead as Karl lifted Lena into his arms. He could already tell that Lena had lost some weight. At least two or three kilos from the last time he'd measured her, a substantial amount for her tiny size. "Fine, I suppose. But I woke to this...horrible pain in my stomach. I suppose it's just like any other monthly, but then I...ohh, forgive me, I...I fell sick, and—" Lena's words were broken by a sharp cry, and Karl quickened his pace back to her suite. It seemed that even Ava sensed the gro

He definitely smiled then, and Emelie was momentarily speechless. She didn't think he was capable of smiling. He looked a lot younger without the permanent scowl on his face. They shared a brief, humored moment, but then he returned his focus to the papers on his desk."I need to finish these. Just stay quiet, and I'll let you go at the hour," Carlisle said, full attention back on grading.Emelie tentatively observed her teacher as he graded the papers. She realized she'd never really paid much attention to what he looked like. With the cold expression off of his face, he was actually very, very handsome with his wavy light brown hair and pale blue eyes.His face was very masculine, surprising for an Art History teacher, with his strong, angled jaw and overt cheekbones. His skin was slightly tan and very smooth, and only enhanced by the slight five-o'clock shadow she noticed was appearing. There were a few slight wrinkles around his eyes, mouth, and forehead, especially at the apex of

Emelie mulled over what she'd written so far for the paper. The topic required making some kind of historical argument, using Archaic, Classical, and Hellenistic Greek art pieces as evidence. Emelie had several ideas of what she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to assert them in a way that made sense.After a few moments, Emelie realized Carlisle wasn't giving her any feedback. She stopped talking and glanced back at him, and realized that he wasn't paying attention to her at all.His gaze was fixed on her skirt.This surprised Emelie, and she knew she should have been appalled that he was looking at her, but for some reason, she was only filled with curiosity, and distantly...excitement. She wondered if he was only staring because he thought the length was too short, which she'd been scolded for by other teachers before.But she hoped that he was staring because he found her attractive.Experimentally, Emelie bent forward a bit further, causing her skirt to rise even higher. Sh

"Mr. Carlisle?" Emelie asked sweetly. Nicholas felt his heart race as he took in the sight of the beautiful girl that stood before him. With the tight uniform and slight makeup, Emelie was overwhelmingly stunning."Yes, Emelie? How can I help you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure. Emelie licked her lips, which caused pleasurable chills to shoot through Nicholas's body."Well, Mr. Carlisle, I just realized that after the results of last week's test, my grade is going to drop to a C," Emelie said softly, slightly pouting. He had a feeling she was aiming for a sad face, and was trying to appeal to his sympathy instead of his libido, but her delicious pout was making him want to bite her lips.But then she stepped a bit closer to his desk and took a seat in front of it, crossing her legs and flipping her hair.Nicholas could hear his heart beating as he felt himself begin to harden. His mouth felt dry, and he found himself unable to speak."Sir?" she asked. Nicholas cleared his thr

The image cut off at the point of her chest where her full breasts were just beginning to outline. "Oh god," Nicholas said. "What is it? Is everything all right?" he heard Laura say. Nicholas blinked several times as he tried to orient himself. He had to take several breaths to calm himself down before answering Laura. "Umm...sorry...it's from...my mother," Nicholas replied. He stared at the beautiful image of Emelie, unsure of how he was supposed to respond. Just what kind of game was she playing? He resolved to reply with a simple, but firm text of discouragement, but before he could begin to type, he could see that Emelie was sending something else. "Is she okay?" Laura asked, concern in her voice. Another message came through, and Nicholas felt his cock begin to harden. i really liked feeling your hands here She'd sent a picture of herself from the neck down. She was wearing a tiny, loose red crop top and a tight pair of white, low-rising cutoff shorts, leaving almost he