Novel & Cerita Angel Dust Vore

Aurora: “Angelina, what is going on?” I asked, frowning when my stomach hurt me more than it usually did. My baby, feeling my nervous state, grew more nervous by the second, kicking me as if his life depended on it. “I don’t know, Alessandro asked me to stay back…” Angelina frowned, before a choked cry escaped her lips, and following her gaze, my jaw dropped at the sight. My mate, Dante, held a limp Anastasia in his arms. Her hand, which would have normally been on her stomach if she had any control of it, was limp in the air, and blood, her blood, coated her clothes and my mate’s, making my lips quiver.

“Only you ahhhhh fuck, Vesper, I’m yours!” The incubus snarled in satisfaction and fucked him harder, the bed creaking dangerously. Elias came first again, his cock spurting weakly between them while his hole milked Vesper’s thick shaft. Vesper followed with a roar, flooding him with another massive load until cum overflowed and dripped down Elias’s ass. They stayed connected for a long time, Vesper lazily thrusting, pushing his seed even deeper. When he finally pulled out, Elias was a completely ruined mess who could barely keep his eyes open. Vesper gathered him into his strong arms, wings wrapping around them like a dark cocoon.

Azrael held me upright, one arm wrapped around my waist as he continued the soul-searing kiss. They moved me to the ritual altar, laying me out like an offering. Azrael was the first to claim me fully, his enormous ridged cock pressing against my entrance before thrusting in deep. The stretch was overwhelming, burning pleasure as he filled me completely, his swelling base pressing against my walls. He fucked me with powerful, measured strokes while Thorne claimed my mouth and Vesper sucked on my breasts and teased my ass with talented fingers.

I gasped, body twitching at the filthy sensation, it only seemed to make my insides more itchy and sensitive, like it was an aphrodisiac. Then he took a low squatting position above me, holding my legs in place, and started pistoning into me again. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder. My screams of pleasure mixed with them as he hammered my guts, my hole got wetter and wetter. “Mine,” Vaelor growled, eyes glowing with Aether. My mind was turning to mush. I muttered incoherent things, my legs wrapping around him, talons digging into his back. My fangs had extended without me realizing it. We both

“As far as I’m concerned, I’ve already paid for that. Lord Drakkon spared my life, didn’t he?” “SHUT UP!” she screamed, and with blazing speed, she grabbed the dagger still embedded in my arm, yanked it out, and lunged to stab me again. But before the blade could reach me, I dropped her and leapt backward in one swift motion. “We're not done!” she shouted, breathing heavily while her eyes looked wild. “We’ll settle this tomorrow night remember that, Angelicca Severia!” She vanished, disappearing into the shadows, leaving nothing but the echo of her fury behind.

That made a lump form in my throat, stealing my breath at the same pace a dark, cold force took over my body, remembering the images of what they'd done to her. "He... he's mine," Angela said in a hoarse voice but didn't look at me—her eyes rolled to Filippo. "I want him and his men. Alive!" "Seems she enjoyed fucking with us more than with you, Demon of the Camorra," the worm taunted me, making my hatred—and revulsion—grow. Unable to contain all the emotions I was feeling in that instant, I lunged at him, smashing my fist into his face and throwing him to the ground before mounting him, hitting him several times.

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.

Angela took it hesitantly and chugged it down in a couple of swings making faces. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and thanked Violet. "No wonder I don't recall what happened last night," She muttered when suddenly something flashed in her head, a faint memory in which she felt angry. She was yelling at the vampire girl that she wasn't a coward and then just like that slowly everything came tumbling back and she felt her soul leaving her body. Angela covered her mouth in horror, and her wide eyes snapped to Violet who looked concerned. "What's wrong? Do you feel nauseous?" Violet asked, worried.