Degradation Stylo Fantome Novels & Stories

the blond guy groaned as if in pain, and stretched his back. Iktanne looked at him and handed him the plate of cake she's holding. "You're exaggerating. There's still lots of food you can enjoy here, right?" "No thank you...," he grunted. "Compared to last year and the year before, the portions are in constant decline and the food tastes like shit." She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy.

She frowned and groaned feeling a slight burn. "Are you alright?" Damien voiced out, not falling to notice the other's expression but she nodded and Damien pushed forward and slowly, his full length went in. "Gosh, you are so tight!" Damien complained as he remained still, wanting the other to adjust. "You can move now" Mystique said and Damien obeyed, slowly moving in and out. "Faster" Mystique demanded and Damien fastened his pace and even faster, their moans mixing with that of the slapping sound of their skin, making a perfect sound.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga