Attack On Titan Smut Novels & Stories

As a result, I wanted to ignore their rants, but I wanted to know what the man meant by that evil and cursed stuff, so I looked up, giving the man to go ahead to continue. The rest, seeing that they've gotten my attention, stepped forward to say something. “Alpha, that girl you're seeing is a mute. She is dumb and cursed, disabled and a liability.” One said, and I turned to look at her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Was she really a mute? I saw her face redden in anger as she bawled her fist in rage. I could swear she was fighting the urge not to slap the man across the face for what he said.

When Amy heard something crack in the man’s throat, she knew her punch reached its destination. Amy removed the man’s helmet after crushing his throat. She wanted to see the man’s face before he died. The Death Row Infantry-man looked handsome. He had a dirty blondish military crew cut, a square, prominent John Cena jawline, dimples, a cleft chin, and a silver stud earring dangled from his right earlobe. Amy watched as the light dissipated in the soldier’s dull blue eyes. She mocked the soldier by blowing him a kiss before knocking his body off of her and watching as he fell beside her like a cold slab of raw meat hitting the ground. Amy got her hands on the dead soldier’s handgun, which was

My eyes widened, dropping to where my rock-hard cock bobbed between her thighs, the head already weeping precum again. "Really?" I breathed, my voice hoarse with need. "Really," she confirmed, pressing her tits together to form a tight, plush channel, then spitting lewdly into her palm to slick it up before coating my length. The warmth of her saliva mixed with my arousal made me throb. "Now fuck them, Damon. Use these big tits like you’ve been dreaming about."

All he had to do was show up for her, and she could take care of the rest on her own. The camera angle didn't show the face of the person who had knocked out Sandra, but it did show them something that Aztec could identify from miles away. The Miraculo tattoo. "You recognize the tattoo?” Gemma asked Aztec, when she noticed how pissed the alpha had gotten. She wasn't sure what she ended up doing, but this man right here was a piece of work and he knew it. "Fucking Miraculo,” Aztec cursed out angrily, his voice coming out as a growl instead of how calm he had been. He looked like he wanted to walk back to the Miraculo Pack and deal with them on his own.

“Yeah, but not-“ He cut me off with a laugh making me pout. “I am okay, babe. Nothing a cold shower can’t handle.” “You know I am more than willing to shower with you, right,” I said in a seductive tone as I bit my lower lip. He stared at me with so much lust in his eyes that made my flesh tremble in anticipation. “Soon, love. Soon.” He stole a quick peak on my lips before exiting the car. I glared at his retreating back, a cruel smile on my lips. “Wrong move, Vincenzo Romano.” •••

TBC AUTHOR’S NOTE: so I guess Anais has fallen in love and Atlas didn’t bother to fall too… . Please leave gems or just one gem, if possible thank you <3

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

"I'm not Step. . . . " " Don't be evasive, Sazkia. I know you did it to Syamsa out of jealousy. " Qomar said with shining eyes, holding back his emotions. He immediately looked down and saw Syamsa's right thumb bleeding. Qomar blew on Syamsa's leg to reduce the pain. Syamsa who pretended to be sick just grinned at Sazkia who was stunned at her. "Look at this! Her leg is bleeding. If not you who stepped on, how it can bleed like this? '

A wave of Alpha aura exploded through the room like a physical shockwave. "Interlopers die!" he growled, a low, bestial sound. The sheer lethality of his presence turned Samantha's legs to jelly. Samantha shrieked, the raw killing intent sent her bolting back out the door. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs!" she screamed at Trista as the elevator doors closed. Trista put a hand on her brother's arm, using her own pheromones to force his hunting instincts back down. "She's lucky I didn't rip her throat out," Attwater spat, his nostrils flaring with rage. "People like her are supposed to be executed for trespassing on private territory."

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.