Novel & Cerita Black Swan R34

“Hi readers! Since this story has a large cast, I’m sharing the character sketch to make sure you enjoy the journey without any confusion.” Soren Rafael Blackthorn or Rafael Blackthorn Age 25, a hybrid king. King of the entire supernatural world and possesses the power of the earth. Rafael also knows how to read others’ minds. He can show memories to others and even erase people’s memories. Teleporting and making people sleep are his other specialties. He is the head of the THREE ASSASSIN BLACKTHORNS. Rafael is the mate of Saraya.

Lena had been circling the idea for months. She first saw the black card on a private Telegram channel that required three referrals and a photo of your bare cunt just to join. The card was matte black with a single silver phone number embossed on the front and nothing else. No name. No logo. Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.”

Sabrina whimpered against her shoulder, fingers clutching harder. “Rave,” Sabrina whispered. “Please. Let’s just go.” Raven’s bike was dead, engine silent, her pride in pieces on the asphalt. She cursed under her breath and swung her leg off the Harley, planting her boots firmly on the road. If she had to fight her way out, she’d do it standing. The air smelled of smoke, leather, and something darker. Axel. His scent was sharp, raw, and dangerously intoxicating. Her wolf strained against her control, desperate to close the space between them.

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.

He looked down at her exhausted, cum-covered body marked, bred, owned and something even more dangerous flickered in his gaze. “Round seven, babygirl,” he said, already hardening inside her again. “We’re not leaving this suite until sunrise. You’re going to earn every single load while we figure out how to kill this motherfucker.” Raven whimpered weakly, but her body betrayed her. She spread her trembling legs wider for him, even as fresh terror and overwhelming lust warred in her eyes. The blackmailer had turned their most intimate, dangerous reunion into new ammunition. Every thrust now carried the weight of impending doom. Every moan was laced with the knowledge that someone was out there

“Just for a run,I won't take long.” Riven opened his mouth to protest but held his tongue. She didn’t have time to waste, and the need to be free, to feel her wolf beneath her skin, to be sure that her wolf is still intact. She was already shedding her skin, her fingers trembling as they ripped the fabric of her robe away, revealing the nakedness beneath. Her wolf’s power surged up her spine, and the transformation came swiftly. Bones cracked, fur rippled over her skin, and within moments, Raya stood on all fours,a magnificent black wolf with eyes like burning amber.

Third person POV: Samrat kept thrusting inside Erica like an animal from under water, he was sucking her lips like he was starve for days together , he bit her hips and gained access inside her moth was devouring every corner or her mouth but that was not enough , he pulled Erica more closer on his torso and used his two finger to enter inside her from, the pain and pleasure was too much for Erica to handle , she was unable to control the feeling that Samrat was building inside her body , she was arching her back in water but was also pulling Samrat towards her , Samrat was now taking her all three openings at same time, pressure was extreme for Erica to handle and she met her orgasm four t

Belle continued her slow, deliberate movements, fully aware of Ethan’s gaze fixed on her. He stood there, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and raw admiration. “You can’t torture me like this, Belle,” he groaned, frustration thick in his voice as he regained his senses, watching her touch herself with a teasing, unhurried rhythm. “Ahh…” Belle let out a soft, breathy moan, her fingers stroking lightly over the damp fabric of her lace bikini. The wetness was already visible, glistening under the low light—a sight that held Ethan’s attention completely captive.

he said and Vala opened both palms together, he made sure both palms were touching before he placed the flower in it. He closed his eyes and when he opened it, his white eyeballs were now rainbows, he started speaking in a strange language Vala or Pula couldn't understand. His left fingernails before sharp like talons and with it, he cut his other palm, his blood dropping on the Black Willow Flower and right before their eyes, it changes, first to rainbow and then white, Ruthless stopped speaking as soon as he saw a little silver water in the middle of the now turn White Willow Flower.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.