Golden Freddy X Springtrap 소설 & 이야기

My whole body went rigid, turning into a icy block as cold started to compress my heart. The safeword. What was it? Dessert. Yes. It came to the tip of my tongue and I was about to blurt it out when he said my name and then his fingers were around my thrust as he forcefully tugged me out of my mind and a second later a sharp sting on my pussy registered. He just spanked my pûssy. I opened my eyes and met his golden gaze. “Stay with me. Don't let anyone have any part of you. You belong to me. You are mine.”

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

Slowly I made myself settled. It's not my first time doing it as I was in cheerleading before. But it was indeed my first time to deal with those crappie bitches. The match was finished and DJ's team won. I took a breath of relief as those bitches will rush to lick up to their boyfriends leaving my delicate frame alone. But as I guessed, the one on my right side moved her shoulder. It was a desperate move and I knew what it would end on. I tripped and closed my eyes.

"Dammit! You'll pay for this today!" Frederick was furious. He kicked open the door and stormed into the room, snapping photos with his phone. The bright flash lit up the entire room. Gerald was stark naked, and he had been caught in the act with the blonde woman. Startled and terrified, he cried in shock, "What are you doing?!" Frederick continued snapping pictures, smirking. "Just admiring your heroic performance in bed, Mr. Stewart. Quite the wild wolf, aren't you? I bet the media would love these photos!"

Chapter 29: "Luxury of Thralldom," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 15 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 3rd Midnight of the Games ║

After about an hour of searching, Freddie found a room that looked filled with holding cages, as wild animals that to his horror held his friends, soldiers with whom he used to train. Pale dragon shifters, barely alive, almost naked, some even mutilated and with missing limbs. Freddie felt his blood boiling with the fire of revenge at Y but he had fellows to save first, so that is what he did. He allowed Nathaniel and Gideon to open the cage doors for them and then helped them make a beeline towards the path he had taken to reach there, so he could get off of the island with the survivors he had found.

] Then, on an ordinary late night, elaire finally uploaded a new video. The long-starved fans flooded in instantly, only to collectively suck in a sharp breath the second the video started. A few minutes later, the comment section was completely flooded. The visuals still carried the same unbearable tension, except this time, they felt even more dangerously suggestive than before... The man still wore the black lace blindfold, but beneath it sat a sleek leather gag, leaving only the constant motion of his throat on display. He sat alone in a chair, both wrists restrained behind the backrest with silver chains.

He leaned forward, gathered a thick, heavy glob of spit in his mouth, and let it drip slowly, obscenely, right onto my waiting tongue. The warm, sticky saliva stretched in a long string before landing with a wet plop. It tasted of smoke and him. “Swallow it,” He ordered, voice deep and commanding. “Swallow your brother-in-law’s spit like a good cum-dump.” I did, gulping it down audibly, the act so degrading it made my pussy clench hard. Fresh shame flooded me. Felix would be horrified. I could imagine his face. But the thrill of submission… it only made me even wetter and aching.

I hurried over and asked, "Wendy, are you alright?" She smiled when she saw me. "I'm fine. It's only a sprain." I had just started to relax when Sean spoke up from beside her. "Are you satisfied now, Nina?" I froze. Sean's words were cold as he said, "If you had not thrown a tantrum, Wendy would not have been distracted on the stairs while thinking of how to comfort you. Why else would she have missed a step?" His words stunned me in place. I could not believe what I was hearing.

“Come on, man. Let’s catch up. It has been a while.” Freddy didn’t indulge him. The action spitted Tristan. “Really? Maybe we should talk about sweet Francine.” He sneered in his ears. “She will be mine, soon. It is inevitable.” Tristan continued, chuckling darkly. “When you are done with her, I would like to have a go at her. Bet she is still as sweet as I remember.” He smiled, tauntingly. Freddy took the bait and balled his fists to aim squarely for Tristan’s jaw. His punch connected, sending Tristan to the ground. Everyone gasped at what just happened.