Flowey X Frisk Novels & Stories

Flo explained. "What? The 13th and 14th strongest? No wonder we were really overwhelmed by them.” Frenska was surprised to hear that. “Ah, it seems we are very lucky, Alisa, eh?” The short-haired girl seemed to have closed her eyes. “Ah, she’s already asleep,” said Frenska in a low voice. Seeing that, the Flintberg girl also lay down on her bed while turning to Floria, who was still awake. They talked in a lower voice.

Waves lapped at her snout and washed over her paws. "See," I reassured her as she found nothing. "He's not here." I heaved a sigh of relief. Fyre raised her head and inhaled. Elderflowers. And the putrid scent of death. "No," I begged. "Please no." Fyre scanned the other side of the river. A black, crushed, sodden lump lay opposite us. Without thinking Fyre crashed into the river. The icy water penetrated her thick white fur, soaking her skin and freezing her to the bone but she felt none of it as she paddled furiously to the other side, clawing her body out of the water inches away from the black form. She inched forward sniffing. Her nose hit a body. Gently, her giant paw turned his head.

As he lowered himself down, Luke gasped, his hands gripping Cass’s hips. "Fuck," Luke panted, his eyes wide and silver. "You’re incredible." "And you're exactly what I need," Cass replied. He worked himself down, taking his time until they were perfectly joined. Then he rode him hard, the frantic, desperate pace of two people who knew how easily they could have lost each other. By the time they both collapsed, they were drenched in sweat and gasping for air. A soft meowing came from the floor. Bingley, the kitten, was batting at the edge of the sheets.

I leaned forward and took Fyre back into my mouth. Drake came first. His hips slammed into me, and his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as his cum flooded me, filling me past the point where Finn's cum still leaked down my thighs. He groaned my name, and stayed there, buried to the hilt, his body shaking against mine. Then Fyre. His fingers tightened in my hair, and his hips jerked as he released his load into my willing mouth. I swallowed while keeping my mouth tight around him.

Fyre try to convince as she unzipped his pant and pulled down his underwear, the hardened member slapped against his stomach as soon as it was released. Fyre stared at it, lust filling her eyes, " Master let me" She wrapped her hand around his thick girth, the size and length were alone to leave her dripping wet, she rubbed him slowly giving him a good squeeze in between before taking him into her mouth, sucking, licking and teasing. "F...fvck" Jordan took hold of her bun and push her head down to take up more of his beastly length, Fyre's mouth was filled, she loved how he was practically fvcking her brains out just how she wants it.

He growled as his free hand fisted his girth and moved in unison. Fox looked at Anthony and then back to Willow as he started fucking her throat, forcing most of his eight-inch cock down her throat. He watched as tears streamed down her red cheeks and drool pooled on the side of her mouth. He sped up as did Anthony’s tugs. Both men groaned as they both climaxed at the same time, Fox down her throat and Anthony on her face, coating her.

“I already know you’re not great with women. Which isn’t true, by the way. What other secret do you have?” “I like your ass.” I shake my head. “Is that all?” “Oh no. I like your ass and...” He takes his finger and traces my cheek. “Your eyes. Your smile.” His finger continues moving downward. “The way you shivered as I kissed your neck.” “I’m ticklish.” He keeps going, his touch moving along the side of my breasts. “Your tits.” “They’re not that impressive. Have you seen my best friend’s?” Trevor laughs. “I didn’t think Stephen’s were that remarkable. Yours are definitely more impressive.”

CHARITY POV “Fuck.” Fletcher groans, his lips smashing to mine, arms pulling me closer. My fingers travel from his neck down to his shoulders, enjoying the way he shivers while I explore the definition and dips. His hand travels up my spine, driving me mad, wanting more of him. My hips roll against his hardness, separated by the fabric of his sweats. He continues his ascent, grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking my head back to give him better access to my neck.