Broly X Trunks Novels & Stories

Hesitation. "Brody, w-we don't have to do this, man. We got the purse. Let's just go." Brody chuckled once. Twice. It was a rough, belly grating sound. Beth watched his figure right itself and turn. "Look at that. Our princess has claws. This is going to be so much fun." The lack of light, coupled with his agility left her floundering as his knee found her midsection. Not giving her time to wheeze, he smacked her face first onto the asphalt. Her arms flew to cover her face just in time, taking the brunt of the impact.

And I also witnessed some of it earlier at the cave. "Who are you?" Knoxx barked. "The name is Brody." With a towel, he wiped the sweat and hung the towel on his neck. There was something to this man which drew me to him. I wondered what it was? Brody had a rugged look with stubborn stubbles of hair under his chin. His hair was tied in a bun which reminded me of the cigarette commercials I watched on the television before. There was a glaring scar on his left stomach. It seemed like it was a stab wound.

Roth silently smirked to himself as he saw the upper part of Tristan’s pants swelling up and Tristan swifting his posture from one leg to another to conceal it. “Roth, seriously, it’s okay, get up.” Tristan made to move away, but Roth was not yet done provoking him. He put his arms around Tristan’s legs, “What, no, there’s still some here.” He pointed to a spot that was dangerously close to the growing bulge in Tristan’s pants. Tristan sucked his bottom lip in, and nodded, “Make it quick.” His breath sounded heavy and quickened.

"I fell and hurt myself." "That's not true, and you know it. You're not that clumsy," she countered, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room. She marched him to Tristan's room, where she stopped abruptly. "Tristan, who did this to your brother?" Tristan's eyes widened, first in shock and then in fear, as he saw the bruises on Troy's torso. He had similar marks on his own body but had managed to hide them better. "He fell," Tristan said, his voice unconvincing.

Swiftly, I grab a pair of basketball shorts from behind a tree and toss them to him; the last thing I want is for my sister to catch an eyeful of him. As Brock shifts back to his human form and slips into the shorts, one of the warriors hauls forward a young man who's been trailing us—none other than the guy currently dating my little sister. The warrior flings the young man's phone towards Alpha Brock. With a grim expression, Brock inspects the text messages lighting up the screen. It was from Yadiel asking if this young man was able to bring his......

Jaxon grinned looking over at Eve repeating her words from just a couple hours before. "Ok I have to see it." Sophie begs, "Turn around and show me." she says and Eve turns with her back to the guys as she unzips her jeans pulling them down in the front and pulling back her bandage to show her friend. "Dude, stop staring at my sister's ass." Ethan orders smacking his best friend on the back of the head. "Damn dude I wasn't." Jaxon again lied but it was a little hard to tell since he was rubbing the back of his head.

Trax looked between the both of us and then to his half brother as he walked off. I looked at Adrian for an explanation. "Trax is a hybrid of werewolf and vampire." "Don't move too much and you should be fine." The doc said, "The brace can come off tomorrow night." He left. "I'm so sorry Blair-Boo" Trax was crying in a heap on the floor. His smiling demeanor was gone. Blake came into view, "Let's get you cleaned up Trax. Blair-Boo is going to need her rest." She gave me a wary smile as Trax went off with her to her room. Adrian picked me up slowly and we went to our room. I was asleep so fast.

Brock, another Dominant with a membership, greets me with his sub following close behind. “Hey, Master Brock, I see that you are doing the first scene tonight. Anything special that I need to know about?” “Nope, just relieving some of my girl’s stress from her workday.” I nod at him, and then glance at his sub who happens to be an OR nurse and can tell right away that she needs a good release. “Okay, your regular room is ready for you.” “Thanks man,” He goes to leave but then stops. “Oh, how’s your girl, by the way?”

He knew what he did and I know he had been aching for a fight with me for such a long time and today he got what he wanted. Tom, being aggressive and non-calculative, ran towards me in blinding rage and I took a moment to shake my head at his stupidity. No one had told him to be careful while fighting with me. He threw a punch at me and I grabbed a hold of his hand. "Are you sure you are actually the big tough Tom I have heard of?" I taunted and that was when he revealed the trick up his sleeves. He hid a dragger in his trouser,he brought it out with his other hand and slashed it towards me and I jumped backwards letting go of him and creating space between us.

When I finally stopped shaking he pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while looking straight into my eyes. I whimpered. He stood up, kicked the stool back, and lifted me onto the island like I weighed nothing. My ripped shorts and torn panties were shoved down and off in seconds. He shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, thick and hard and leaking. “Condom?” I gasped. “Wallet,” he muttered, grabbing it from the counter, rolling one on with shaking hands. Then he was pushing inside me. Slow at first, letting me feel every inch stretch me open. We both groaned, foreheads pressed together, drunk and lost in it. The music kept playing, slow