Awesamdude X Ponk Novels & Stories

She continued the sexy cowgirl bounce, holding my gaze, as I mumbled, "Mmmm...ride it...ride that dick...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's it! Fuckkkk...you guys're gonna wear me out!" "Sweetie, that's totally our intention." "Yeah, that's about the size of it," Pete grinned. Pushing his dick down to my lips, "But, here dude, check out the size of this...I got some WMD, too." He laughed, "A Wide Manly Dick!"

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

André grumbled, kicking my bed as he pressed my alarm clock against my ear. I grumbled, opening my eyes to roll over and glare at my twin. His blue mohawk was braided and in his rainbow silk romper pajamas, looking like the gay pride swamp monster with that green overnight facial cream on his face and fuzzy neon blue slippers. If there was ever a poster child for being a prima-donna, it’s André. “Back off, rainbow swamp thing.” I grunted and shoved his foot, making him stumble. But of course, the bitch catches his balance like the agile werewolf he is instead of landing on his ass as I wanted. I huffed, throwing my blankets back to get out of bed.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte