Novelas y relatos de Frisk X Toriel

Sera The moment his rough fingers made contact with my wet folds, my breath hitched violently in my throat. I dug my fingernails deep into the rough underside of the wooden table. A sharp splinter pierced my index finger, but I barely felt it. "I am surviving, Torin," I managed to say. My voice shook a fraction of an inch, betraying the absolute chaos happening beneath the wood. Fenris pressed his middle finger directly against my swollen clitoris. He applied a brutal, heavy pressure.

After all she had done, maybe she didn’t deserve to live another day. But as Toran crossed the distance, instead of killing her, he pressed his lips against hers. Brigid’s eyes snapped open in shock at the sudden kiss. Fury surged through her, and she bit down hard on his lower lip until the metallic taste of blood hit her tongue. Toran groaned and staggered back, his lip bleeding. He chuckled, brushing his tongue over the blood. “If you're going to kill me, just do it. Cut the bullshit!” she spat.

Aria When I had thought he'd start slow and gentle, I was wrong. So wrong. He attacked me like a hungry animal being served with the sight of his prey. His lips and tongue moved into different motions, driving me insane. One moment it was only his tongue that worked around my clitoris and the next moment it was his move to spice the tension up with his finger that accompanied the sweet torture as he pushed it inside my opening. "oh god!" I cried out, my hands were gripping his hair as tight as possible. It was surprising how his hair was still on his head after how tight my grip on his hair locks.

I started explaining, but she interrupted me, saying, “I understand that this marriage is just a compromise for you. I don’t expect you to be excited about it. But, you are the Prince of the Golen land, and you should dress appropriately for dinner.“ I felt a pang of regret at her sad tone, but I couldn’t pretend to be excited either. I let her try different clothes on me. After about trying twenty cloaks, she finally settled on a white one. “This is perfect, Alex. It will match with the white gown I am going to wear.” Then she picked up an intricately woven torc with a huge ruby in the center. Handing it to me, she said, “It is a tradition for Golden shifters to wear torcs on important occa

Torin began to cry openly, the tears mixing with the red blood leaking from his mouth and dripping onto his torn collar. “I loved her, Xavier,” Torin wept, his fingers losing their strength against my wrist. “Please, stop.” I released his throat, dropping Torin to the hard floor like a piece of worthless trash. As he hit the ground, I brought my heavy boot forward and kicked him hard in the ribs. The force of the kick sent his body sliding across the floorboards, right into the broken glass and spilled liquor from the shattered bottle. “Don't you dare say her name with that dirty mouth again,” I said, looking down at his shaking body. “If I ever see you looking for her scent again, I won’t j

"Deep... market research?" Tori’s eyes fell back to our jeans. "And what’s with the wardrobe change? Last I checked, you both had light wash jeans on." Silence. Frank opened his mouth again. Nothing came out. My brain was completely fried. Tori’s lips quirked, then curled into the smuggest grin I’d ever seen. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, her voice climbing. "You little freaks! You totally got freaky somewhere!" I made a sound like a kettle boiling over. Frank’s ears turned bright red.

It was too late, afterwards, for him to alter anything, either his faked ID card or his hair colour. To me, he resembled a coyote and I was determined to rid the werewolf world of such a heartless and predatory beast. “Thank you. Just, thank you,” Tori kept repeating as we were in the Lexus heading home. Fran was sleeping in back under her coat, her meagre possessions beside her. “You never replaced your phone, did you? How about I buy you one so we can keep in touch?” “Are you sending me away?” “No, but you’ll want to spend some time with Frances. I had to go and see Isabel a while back. My sister is fragile and her mate, Guy, can’t always cope alone.”

He sharply inhales at my actions, which, surprisingly motivated me to keep going. His reactions to my touch are not given out like free rewards, scaring me that he might punish me for doing something wrong at any moment. However, when my tongue reaches the spot where the shaft meets the head, I lick the ridge out of curiosity. His hand abruptly fists my hair, a gasping moan leaving his mouth, "Fuck, you don't know how long I've been wanting this from you." For someone who's always so much in control of everything, seeing him lack that control, even just for a few seconds, is... empowering.

With the utmost care, Finrir allows the sharp pointed fangs at the front of his bottom jaw to just graze Tritan's skin, conveying his intentions before proceeding further. Tritan relaxes in the comforting hold of Finrir's embrace, a contented and relieved smile gracing his face. Finrir, his resolve unwavering, closes his mouth around Tritan's wrist. His large, straight, pointed spiral fangs, reminiscent of miniature needle-sharp narwhal tusks, pierce Tritan's skin. With precision, Finrir takes only what he needs to complete the bond, his thumbs instinctively covering the small wounds to ensure that Tritan doesn't bleed.

But, the other part that had been betrayed, captured, hurt and nearly killed refused to let its guard down and I stared at the woman suspiciously. “What’s your name?” I asked her, my voice cold and void of any emotions. “And why would Skyler even send you to me?” “My name is Tori,” she replied, her smile unwavering. “And like I said earlier, Skylar sent me to come help you.” I studied her carefully and when she moved closer to me, I recoiled. She asked me to calm down and then she gave me a potion. She said it would cure me. I didn’t want to believe her but she had convinced me and I had taken it. It had taken the burning pain I was feeling away but I still didn’t trust her.