Semua Bab Transylvania Academy: What It Takes To Be a Monster: Bab 91 - Bab 100

“What? What is happening?” Matilda, who was being carried by Apollo Sky, shook her courier’s collar as soon as they landed on the rooftops of Transylvania Academy. “Hey, watch it!” The apprentice angel grunted after admonishing the squirming zombie in his arms, though his eyes were also trained to the myriad of students on the ground – forming in clusters as they whispered words of heresy. The chatters of the students from all sorts of races mixed, reaching the skies – reaching them. “What is happening?” Levi the Envious, who stepped out from the shadow portal next to Apollo Sky and Matilda, looked down from the rooftops they were standing on. Standing at the edge of the rooftop, Apollo Sky, helped Matilda down. His hand was around her waist the entire time until the latter was able to stand on her own and away from the windy edge. “Looks like something big happen. I don’t know. I can’t hear them.” He leaned his body more but still heard incoherent mu

“Your Grace, please stop.” The hollowed voice of the goblin standing several arms length away from the hunched form of the once proud demon lord resonated inside the dimly lighted room. The zaps of lightning bolts flashing and peeking through the tightly closed curtains of the lavish room could not penetrate the darkened room for all the shadows of the three realms were hissing and whispering in every crevice of the duke’s self-imposed hole – a hideout from all the problems he was enduring as if he was back to the time when he lost his wife and when he had to give up his daughter.Sitting in front the green flames of the dying firewood in the cackling fireplace, the gleam from the half emptied whisky glass flashed like a mockery to the frowning goblin. “Stop what, Gukasho?” He barely glanced at his aide as he continued his words filled with anguish and self-hate. “Stop breathing? I’ll be damn if I can only do that right this mom

Maleficent the Glutton was now clad in a black dress paired with black net stockings and black high-heeled boots. In her right hand was a lily, Headmaster Kirk’s favorite flower. She stood among the students and faculty members of Transylvania Academy. But unlike those around her, she watched the memorial service of the academy’s father under his most beloved tree Ygdrasil with dry eyes.She looked at her east and saw Matilda beside Apollo Sky crying her eyeballs out. A knowing smile appeared on Maleficent’s face as she watched the unlikely duo. She had been seeing the apprentice angel around her zombie friend lately and the reason why she did not talk to Apollo Sky about it was because Maleficent could see that her rotting friend was practically glowing around his presence. With Matilda wiping her tears with the handkerchief he had given her, he was speaking near her ear as if he was consoling her through his own way. Though she made him know that she was w

“I will believe it right away if you are only pranking us about your death rather than believing that you are utterly defeated by that damn demon king,” said Maleficent the Glutton.The sky was dark. Crows screeched, signaling the setting of the sun. The chilly pre-night breeze whipped the lone winged Halfling who was clad in her black-colored knightly uniform minus the presence of her brooch. Her silky waist-long raven hair swayed as her head was cast down.Darkness crept in chasing all the light away. The veil of the night was like the final nail to the coffin – the fact that Headmaster Kirk was really gone for even the great tree Ygdrasil was yet to bloom ever since the death of the sacred tree’s guardian.“I never strike you to be the denial type, Halfling,” said the voice from behind her. His voice was like a balm to a scalding surface that Maleficent the Glutton was currently feeling beneath her calm and collected fa&cce

With her head lying on his bare chest while her legs linked onto his body with nothing between but body heat, the two enjoyed the night. The crimson and azure hue embers were peeking beyond the curtains before it could penetrate the drapes that surrounded the messy bed.Gone were the clothes the crown princess and her secret consort were wearing. They lay like trash on the bed’s feet after being discarded in a frenzied state moments later the waterworks had been dealt with. The sheets of the bed were wrinkled as if a storm wreaked havoc upon it, but it was not a storm nor a battle that transpired here – but a passionate exchange of body heat and bodily fluids.Maleficent did not know when she stopped counting how many times they did it. But when they reached the tenth time by midnight, she stopped caring about the three worlds and decided to enjoy her orgasms as she kept on repeating how much she cared for him in a delirious and toe-curling state.&l