Goku Black Full Body Novels & Stories

A dark War God descended from the heavens. He was no man, surely, with eyes as black as lust diamonds and a strong, muscled body seemingly sculpted out from the finest marbles of the crafty earth people. He wore hardened leather and a midnight black fur cloak. Black boots. Black gloves. Even his weapons were made of black steel. He would have dissolved easily into the night if not for the gold and silver lining his clothes. Each step of his was fluid and silent, like a shadow stalking, and even at a distance, one would shiver at his presence.

I putted my bags on the front door and walked behind him. he was big, bigger than some mature wolves we had in the pack but he was beautiful. thick black fur with dark brown strikes, those of his mother. feeling a bit sleepy i couldn't keep up slowing us down he noticed me and turned back coming behind me he shoved his head his head between my thighs and lifting me on top of him. to tell you i was embarrassed it was an understatement, i was mortified a bit. walking towards our spot he signaled me to come of him, i did. then walked away and back to human form shifted, coming back with pair of khaki pants. he was shredded, i have been gone for two months how did he become so big?

Tony Kaymaer roared, a sound that made me cover my ears in pain as it reverberated through the empty battle planet. His form contorted as he grew larger. He was now bony, his skin stretched across his lanky frame. His skin was obsidian black, absorbing all light that came into contact with it. The three shards fused, into one bigger one and went through his chest. The amount of energy he was releasing was so large, that it felt oppressive. I felt dizzy already and looked beside me to see Míriel unconscious. Zeus sat back, regrowing his arm and watching the battle that was about to unfold.

“And tonight, I will show you exactly what that means.” I reached for him with shaking hands, no longer sure whether I was surrendering… or finally accepting the pull that had claimed me from the first roar in the forest. He rose above me like a god carved from shadow and muscle. With deliberate slowness, the Black Beast shed his black cloak, letting it pool at his feet. Then the rest of his clothing followed—simple tunic, trousers—until he stood completely bare before me. My breath caught.

He was even playing with his hard jaw between his index finger and thumb, repeatedly rubbing it as if thinking deeply. He was wearing a black sando and shorts; the bulk and breadth of his body were made conspicuous. Suddenly, the manga stories with steamy chapters went through my mind as to how his huge and strong body would fit all over my delicate and soft body. The echoes of my moan; his deep groans; and the hotness of our friction… it was too much!