Angel Dust Vore 소설 & 이야기

My wolf is clawing at my skull wanting to protect our mate. Angelo joins us and I feel the air around us get slightly darker as Denu’s aura darkens the minute Azaelyth eyes land on Angelo. I swear Denu’s eyes flash a dangerous bright white, stepping between them and moving her mate away. I am not even bothered that my sister abandoned me because of her need to remove Angelo from her presence.

Valerie said, wrapping her arms around her. Angela quickly let go of her and said with an excited look on her face, “Come with me; I found a quick route out of here and was heading toward it when I met you guys; let's go home and be a family again." “Alright then, lead the way,” Valerie replied, smiling back at her. “Okay,” Angela replied, then turned around. The moment Angela turned around, Valerie quickly threw her torch at her, and her entire body was set ablaze. She screamed in pain and slowly transformed into a dark-shelled insectoid monster as she melted into a pool of black oil.

Angeline said, “Sir Ares, life is short and you have to do good whenever you can. I don’t want to wrong myself for the kids anymore.” The more she let herself go, the crazier he became. He approached her suddenly with an aggressive look on his face. His large hand grabbed her throat. “If you want to let yourself go so much, you’d better kill yourself.” His hand was on her throat, making her feel nausea rising from her stomach. Then, she could not hold it in anymore. She vomited all over his white shirt.

she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls. Massive dragons. Beautiful. Breath-taking. Soul stopping. I stare at the image in awe. My parents told me stories about the dragons. In fact, my father’s bonded had been a dragon. An astrol dragon. Malakar. Absolutley giant and beautiful. I remember climbing on him as a small child as though he was a jungle gym. And the craziest thing? He would let me. Everyone knows you do not approach another’s bonded, but perhaps it was the fact that I was his bonded’s child. I suppose we will never know.

“Your chubby pregnant cunt is still milking me even now. This belly is getting heavier by the day and it makes me want to ruin you more.” I moaned brokenly, hating how good it felt. My pussy clenched around him against my will, soaking his cock as he fucked me through the burning streets. Every thrust made my soft rolls jiggle. My wide hips and thick thighs were completely exposed, dress torn and hanging uselessly around my waist. We reached a clearing just outside the village when a golden dragon dove from the sky like a comet. Vaelor.

It was so quiet that I could clearly hear the knife slicing through tender steak, like it was cutting into my own flesh. After dinner, Victor received a phone call. Then, he turned to me apologetically. “Sweetheart, Nazzolini’s wife is here demanding an explanation. I have to deal with it. I’ll have someone drive you home.” “No need,” I said with a smile. “The night is beautiful. I’ll walk.” Victor kissed my cheek, looking regretful, and left in a hurry. On my way home, a damp cloth with a sharp, chemical smell was suddenly pressed tightly over my nose and mouth before everything went black. When I woke up, I was in a dim room. Sophia was also there, bound beside me.

He pressed a hand to the back of my neck and spoke the oldest of the words: *"By the Moon who bore us, by the blood that binds us, I, Damien Thorne, claim you, Elara Vaelorien, as my mate, for this life and the next." When he was done, he unhooked a dagger from his belt and held it out to me. "I spent three years sharpening this," he said. "The core is cold iron. The blade is sheathed in silver. Cold iron is poison to elves. Silver is poison to wolves. This blade is the only thing in the world that can truly hurt either of us." He looked at me, and gave a small, crooked smile. "Elara — if I ever hurt you, use it. Kill me with it. That way, when I die, at least I die at your hand."

He said as he runs for the nearest opening and jumping over the fence he leaves the chaos behind him. Andros’ P.O.V. I ran after Analina as I thought to myself of what Angelo could be warning her about. (Why did he not want her to enter the house.) I made it up to our suite and knowing exactly where to find her I entered the bathroom and sure enough there she is kneeling in front of the porcelain god, vomiting. I went over and rubbed her back since she wore her hair up I did not have to worry about pulling her hair back. As she was rinsing her mouth out and brushing her teeth we heard a big explosion.

His hands were rougher, hungrier, yanking my leathers down my hips until they pooled at my boots. Cael’s fingers found my clit from behind, circling mercilessly as Auren lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He entered me in one brutal thrust, deeper than Cael, the angle making me see stars. I screamed into his shoulder, the Veil exploding in a cascade of silver sparks that lit the cavern like lightning.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.