Colossal Chest 소설 & 이야기

I'm speechless. What else would be inside the other three chests?

"Unit 88. You are clear to engage. Objective: Retrieval. Minimum force required to incapacitate." From the shadows of the helicopter’s hold, a figure stepped out. He was massive—easily seven feet tall, but unlike Kazi, his bulk was pure, distorted biology. He was shirtless, his skin a deep, obsidian black that seemed to absorb the light around him. His muscles weren't natural; they were bunched and twisted like knotted cables under his skin. He wore a heavy, reinforced version of the silver collar, and his eyes were covered by a sleek, black visor that fed data directly into his brain.

Chapter 4: The Ancient Ruins King Torvald ventured deep into the forbidden ruins under a blood moon, the ancient stones humming with latent magic as glowing runes and creeping vines lit his solitary path through crumbling corridors and collapsed halls. The king was no stranger to danger, but this journey was different. Whispers across the realm had spoken of a mythical Titan-blooded guardian, a being said to possess the single largest cock ever known, a monstrous weapon infused with ancient, virile power. Torvald’s own thick, heavy cock strained painfully against his breeches at the mere thought. He had claimed warlords, orcs, and giants, but this… this was the ultimate prize he had been hun

Goosebumps erupted everywhere as the sparks danced between us, stronger than ever. Colton joined us, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone on his dress shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his tattooed chest peeking out. Clay lowered the top of my dress to sit around my waist, freeing my tits. He and Colt each cupped one, weighing the heavy flesh in their hands and groaning appreciatively.

he cooed in my ear, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate. His hot breaths mingled with the pungent smell of alcohol. His lips trailed down my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder. It reminded me of how tall he was, standing at six-foot-seven. He was huge and strong, like a Greek God, with chiseled features and captivating eyes. Muscles bulged from his button-up shirt, as if they were about to burst free. His chest heaved against my back, and I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

I try to find switch in the dark but instead of the switchboard I touched something hard more like chest ya right chest , My eyes went wide when Realisation hit me like a bull Oh my god someone's chest aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....................

Then as I slowly open my eyes, "Oh my god" I am met with the image of a man's bare-naked chest. It is hard and sculpted and bulging in all the right places. It is so damn hot you can melt honey on it. Those rippled abs have crevices so deep that I can get lost in them. His sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light of the moon that is pouring through the open window. The scent of his cologne radiates out every pore from his body. But that is not all that captivates me.

Then as I slowly open my eyes, "Oh my god" I am met with the image of a man's bare-naked chest. It is hard and sculpted and bulging in all the right places. It is so damn hot you can melt honey on it. Those rippled abs have crevices so deep that I can get lost in them. His sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light of the moon that is pouring through the open window. The scent of his cologne radiates out every pore from his body. But that is not all that captivates me.

Then as I slowly open my eyes, "Oh my god" I am met with the image of a man's bare-naked chest. It is hard and sculpted and bulging in all the right places. It is so damn hot you can melt honey on it. Those rippled abs have crevices so deep that I can get lost in them. His sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light of the moon that is pouring through the open window. The scent of his cologne radiates out every pore from his body. But that is not all that captivates me.

“Cord? Colby?” “No. I probably should’ve tonight when I had the chance. Right now, the twenty-five grand we need is as hard to come by as the two hundred thousand. We’re just sick about it, but ain’t nothin’ we can do.” Mortified by her admission, Chassie drained her milk. “Thanks for keepin’ me company. I’m goin’ to bed.” Colt merely stared at her and crossed his arms over his chest. The sleeve of his T-shirt lifted, revealing a brightly colored tattoo on his biceps.