Frisk X Asriel Novels & Stories

Xavier muttered, struggling as he attempted to get up, clutching his tummy. "Also, didn't you look at yourself in the mirror? Your hair looks like a bird's nest, and there's drool at the side of your lips. You should freshen up," he teased. Aysel's eyes widened, and Xavier burst into laughter at the shocked look on her face. "What?" Aysel exclaimed, touching her face and then the side of her lips. "Oh no! There's actually drool on my face!" Aysel cursed, glancing at the expressions of each of them.

The friction had at first been painful, adjusting to his huge size, but he had fucked her so sweet that all the pain was replaced with pure sweetness. She won't let him go, now that she had found him. Asriel took a moment to breathe. Zichi suddenly turned him around, getting on top. Asriel had a surprises expression on his face before she had expertly began to ride him. He was breathing hard, his climax was threatening to arrive, but he held back as much as could, until he felt her walls contracting hard against his Shaft. Asriel couldn't allow himself to be on the receiving end, he had to fuck her hard that she cried out his name, till she begged him that it was enough.

' Aimilios furrowed his eyebrows and was about to speak again when the door unexpectedly opened slightly, causing him to pause for a moment. Familiar brown hair peeked out of the door as they saw Tristan's face. His eyes landed on Alesteria as he immediately opened the door wide enough that they can see the inside of the room. "P-Princess?!" At Tristan's words, Xerxes raises his head while the people with him all turned their heads to the door. Alesteria saw Xerxes first and smiled at him, her small growing teeth showing off as her eyes crinkled into crescents.

He raised his foot to stomp on Eros, but Iris fired her arrows aiming at his foot with which he was trying to kill Eros. "Ahhh..." Asael roared with anger. He raised his other foot to squash Eros, but Eros slipped away from the vicinity of his feet and jumped on his back again. This time he began to claw the Nephilim's head, making noticeable injuries to the otherwise undefeated Nephilim lord. Asael is becoming frustrated. Despite being small in size, the shifters are making wounds and stopping him from killing Iris. He folded his beefy hand behind his back and caught one of Eros's limbs.

A tan-skinned man with a scar over his left eye was the first to ask a question: "I have been wondering, are you Peony Crimson, the fallen Luna of Blue Moon?" Azriel was a first-degree mage and Eve's top apprentice. Maybe he was an assistant serving Elenor as her second-in-command. My heart sank as he referred to me by that name. My forehead twitched as I gave a short nod. Elenor chuckled sweetly, patting Xavier's shoulder playfully. "Your jokes are funny. Why did you pick up a girl from another pack and bring her here?" Her green-forest eyes found me, scanning and assessing my entirety.

She was among the few people who naturally possess bloodlust. “Freya.” Persephone called her name sternly but she contemplated them. “Well, well, what sneak pest we have found. You lost your relic so came here to steal ours, hmm?” She smirked, lifting her sword and blocking all of them inside her dome of ice, coming closer. “It’s not what you think.” Kriss spoke up which halted her steps. “Ah, My, the Prince of Aziel. You truly are a sight to behold and considering you among all the title holders. I believe I know which one you are.” She said with pure unwavering but every other soldier trembled.