Angel Fangs Piercings Novels & Stories

“Baby.” “Grab your ankles or mine. Can you?” Angel was silent as she tried to bend. The movement, made her back arch so well, and her walls tightened more around him. He bit into his lip as she stayed put in that position. His cock slipped out by an inch, and he rammed back inside her. Her cry of pleasure made him continue. Horns blared around them, but none of them cared as his cock drilled into her slick pussy over again.

I muttered with a low, cracky voice, the one ladies find sexy, while caressing her cheek. “Is he big? What areas does he stroke? Do you cum every time?” —---------------------------------------- Angel's POV ‘WTF?!’ I thought to myself. He’s lying next to me; caressing my cheek; looking into my eyes, but asking me how his brother tastes. I tried to speak but in vain. He duct-taped my mouth so tight it's hurting me. “Tell me, my little wife, do you like doing it with him?” He mumbled softly, and it was annoying. He continued exploring my face, before pulling the tape off me violently, leaving my mouth area burning in pain.

Meanwhile, her hips start to slightly thrust into his face as he continued to feed on her nectar… Just as he feels she’s nearing her peak, he inserts two fingers into her contracting hole forcefully, the fingertips heavily grazing the upper walls of her sensitive pussy. Again, he feels her muscles around his finger writhe as he hears her passionately cry out his name… While pleading for more. +++++++++ “So are you guys really asking for more? Can you just please quit while you’re ahead?” Angela asks sweetly with just the right touch of sarcasm. The three have now stood up and are circling her like vultures on a carcass, their talons were different kinds of knives. One of them even has two.

Angelo phoenix eyes lowered if he were to have his wolf ears right now, it might be drooping right now, his mood seemingly low was so sudden that the guy who was named Peerce had a series of ignorant question marks at the top of his head. What’s wrong with Angelo? Maybe because the innocent Peerce didn’t really know how to answer his question himself, he just asks the beauty in front of him out loud making the originally depressed boy become even more depressed. Angelo pheromones was slightly leaking because of depression making the two that was very similar in terms of appearance and was very far away now and eyes close for a long decades to suddenly open their eyes and get up from where th

He dragged me with him, his mouth not leaving mine as he began to undress me. Was it right to do this now? With him? "Fuck!" I cussed when his fingers brush pass my pierced nipple. L'Angelo stilled, his eyes fixed on me. A smile graced his lips as his mouth fell open and he glanced down at my pierced tits again. "When did you get this done? I didn't see this last time." He said, his fingers running between them but not touching them. "How could you see it? You never looked." I replied. We didn't say a word but L'Angelos stare made me nervous.

Angel locked herself in the bathroom and cried. Her clothes were all covered in black coffee stains. Angel had opened two buttons of her shirt and found reddish wounds along the skin of her neck and chest from the hot coffee. "Angel, open the door." Angel ignored Xander's voice and remained standing in front of the sink. She deliberately turned on the tap loudly to disguise the sound of her crying. “Angel, I know you're there. I will break down the door if you don't open it.”

She said angrily. “What’s wrong? Why are mad?” I asked. “You don’t know why? the heck Mark! Why do you sentence all that rogues enter in Wolf Fang territory a death? Why are you in a killing rampage again?” Angel asks angrily. I can feel her power but I try to ignore it. “It’s my rules Angel. You don’t have to worry about it. You have so much in your plate already.” I said. “You know, I once one of those rogues but you gave me a new life. You don’t even spare them your time or ask them if they just want to apply as new member here.” She says.

"But don't let that stop you. Glasses are in the cupboard on the left." I wonder whether or not she actually listened when I told her my age. Maybe the rules are different in the UK. We walk around the perimeter of the room, until we reach a row of plush leather seats facing the window. The three girls she pointed at before are taking up the seats in the middle. As we pass them, I can see they're all Alastaire's Angels – each wears a small pair of silver angel wings on a chain around their neck. Fable, like most bands, has its own official fan club, plus hundreds of smaller, less official ones – but Alastaire holds the distinction of being the only member with own his personal group run enti

"Erick, help me..." Angel sobbed softly while continuing to say Erick's name in her heart. He seemed to continue to struggle, ignoring the pain in his wrists and ankles because the bonds were so strong. "This won't hurt, Angel..." Jack grinned slyly, his hands roughly tugging at the clothes the girl was wearing. "This bite will be a sign that you have become my eternal partner." "I don't want to!" Angel shouted between sobs. "I'd rather die!"

I wasn't too surprised when he went straight through it. Booming ear piercing snarls thundered throughout the house, shaking the entire mansion to its very core. It was powerful and extremely possessive, it screamed dominance. It promised pain with its wrath. The familiar sound of flesh beating flesh could be heard faintly in the sound of his rampage. Nobody moved, not even me. Angel was lethal. An animal. Myself and the other originals watched with shock as one of our fastest, was unable to defend himself against angels beating. I could smell his blood as it coated angels skin.