Female Sonic Oc Novels & Stories

Max depth. I scream. It’s an animal sound, raw and broken. The climax hits me so hard my vision goes black. My body clamps down on the silicone intruder, squeezing it as I squirt, soaking the sheets beneath me. I’m shaking violently, my heels drumming against the mattress. The sensory overload is total—the pinch, the fullness, the noise, the voice. Echo finally slows the toy to a gentle pulse, letting me ride out the aftershocks. I lie there, devastated. Wrecked.

Making a small pleased sound at the back of her throat, Sre rubbed her thumb over the tip, her fingers almost sliding off when Xaver's hip bucked involuntarily, a low sound of pleasure reaching her ears. Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she stroked him gently, spreading the precum down his length. Lifting her head, eyes met half closed hooded cyan ones burning with desire, his jaw tight with self control. Sre knew he was trying not to snap but a part of her wanted him to. Wanted him to fuck her with wild abandon whilst he silences her loud moans with his lips on hers.

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

The hum from the vibrator got softer as it went deeper into Sienna’s eager cunt. Her grip on my hair got tighter and her moaning got louder. The sound of the vibrations rhythmically got louder and then softer, louder and softer from the purple cock sliding in and out of Sienna’s fuckhole. She pulled me towards her other breast and wrapped her second arm around my waist.

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

sound. “I’ve always been here,” he said. Jenny’s fingers touched two items in the inner pocket of the suit: Olivia’s butterfly drawing and Daniel’s pink dinosaur. The paper and rubber made distinct sounds at her fingertips—“shh” and “squeak”—like two notes of different frequencies being played simultaneously.

Julian asked, his hand sliding toward the heavy tactical knife at his belt. "Four. No, five," I corrected, my voice trembling. "They’re using the same masking tech I have. My sensors can barely pick them up." "Then they can't see us either," Julian reasoned. "They don't need to see us, Julian. They have sonic trackers. They’re listening for our heartbeats." As if on cue, a soft ping echoed through the tunnel. It was a sonar pulse, high-pitched and painful. "Elias, suppressors!" I commanded.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

A voice yelled. "Fuck you!" My mate cried as the sounds of a fight reached my ears. My vision was adjusting so that I could make out more shapes and figures around me. My werewolf senses were helping with this but the darkness was so complete that it was still difficult to see much. "Asshole" I heard Sammy spit.

The high-frequency vibration of the sonic net was liquefying my thoughts. A high-pitched, agonizing hum vibrated through the bones of my skull, blinding my eyes with a layer of static white noise. Every nerve in my body was misfiring, my muscles locked into a rigid, helpless paralysis against the wet concrete. Beneath me, Dominic let out a low, choked growl, his fingers twitching against the floorboards as the acoustic frequencies systematically short-circuited his Lycan nervous system.