Angel Fangs Piercings Novels & Stories

Angel drove his lips into my neck and marked a spot on it by kissing it so gently with his plump lips and at the same time he drove his finger into my pussy. "Oooh.... Mmmm. Yes...Oh fuck!" I moaned loudly shaking from pleasure as Angel marked his teeth on my skin and began to suck that very spot, giving me the sweetest hickey. His finger was thrusting inside my pussy that I began to ache my body back and forth wanting a bigger penetration. "Yeah? Feels good?" "Yes... Ohhh Angel." It was so insane how much every touch felt so unique and overwhelmed me with pleasure. Angel fucked me with his finger for a while and then he was ready to penetrate my walls.

It's still uncertain whether Angelo was thinking with his dick or brain but he hope he didn't end up regretting it. Fenrir watched as Angelo left and smirked, his eyes were twinkling like stars and he was brewing his next plan. "Come over here and suck this cock" he suddenly said whilst pulling his thick cock out. A pretty girl came in from outside and knelt between him whilst expertly sucking him off, he pushed his head back whilst bobbing in and out the girl's mouth with his cock "Angel, you have placed me in such a horny state after having a taste of you, so if you think you can just run after imprinting your sweetness inside my mind you are really mistaken, Nghh..." he groaned licking hi

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

Angel couldn’t hold back the moan that erupted from her throat. A few seconds later, Franklin nuzzled her pussy with his nose and urged her to spread her legs farther apart. Angel let her legs fall open so that he could get closer to her. He licked her from her slit up to her clit in one long lick of his tongue. He teased her clit by running the tip of his tongue around it. Then he laid the flat of it against the little bundle of nerves. She shivered at the pleasure that trailed down her spine. She wanted more. Her pussy ached to be filled.

“Fuck, you should see how pink your ass is, Angel. Like a goddamn work of art. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind, to see those marks as I slam into your tight little wet cunt.” “Yes, hell yes,” I groan, pushing back for more. His fingers slide down my slit before flicking my clit. I moan as I push back for more, my pussy pulsing and begging for his cock. “So goddamn wet, Angel,” he whispers, kissing along my neck. “You love the pain?” “You know I do. I love everything you have to offer. I want more though. I want to wear your marks, to hurt when I sit down, and remember the way you made me come from it and get wet.”

Clara paused for a moment before turning to Mason, her voice clear and cruel. "You like to play games, don't you, Mr. Sanders? You think it's fun to watch people struggle in cages, don't you?" Mason shuddered and shook his head frantically. "No, no! Rebecca made me do all of that! She forced me! I never wanted to!" "Hush." Clara raised a finger to her lips and cut him off. "Mr. White spent five years in the underground fighting ring. He broke seven ribs, lost four teeth, was injected with drugs, and was displayed like a zoo animal while people bet on him."

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

Ethan inquired "I am good. Trust you are good too," Andrews replied "I am good. I need you to do something for me. My fiancee just left this place and I know she is upset with me. I need you to pick up some pieces of jewellery and nine-roses and have them delivered to her house for me," Ethan requested "No problem, Sir," Andrews replied "Here is her address," Ethan wrote Jacqueline's address on a piece of paper and gave it to Andrews. "When do you want them delivered?" Andrews asked

I say “We don’t know how fast this baby could grow; angels are pregnant for eight months, werewolves six, and demons three. We don’t even know if you follow any of those patterns, you’re technically your own species,” Dad says; I level a glare at him. Well, that’s one way to make me feel like a freak.

I guess there is no point in me continuing to keep lying. “Alright, fine. I was there, ok. What are you gonna do now? Eat me? Bite me?” He scoffed, standing up straight, and looking down at me. “You do know we don’t pierce our fangs into every living thing with blood.” I chuckled angrily. “Well, evidently my best friend was an exception. He was admitted to the hospital because of you.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t do anything! I haven’t even been to that club for a couple of weeks. I just own the place.”