Novel & Cerita H20 Delirious Fanart

Hazel said, giving Darius a coy smile. We set off toward the art exhibition, laughter filling the air. The gallery was alive with color and creativity, each painting more mesmerizing than the last. “Check this one out!” Troy called, pointing to a chaotic swirl of colors. “Pretty sure this is what Delona’s mind looks like on a bad day.” “Ha, ha,” Delona said dryly, though a small smile tugged at her lips. Hazel nudged me. “Mel, look at this one.”

“I’m not sharing tonight. You’re being a greedy fucker and you’ve had your fill.” Delilah laughed, the sound light and heavily drugged, grabbed both their wrists, and led them back inside. She dragged them back upstairs to the huge open studio. Their sex painted canvass was still glaringly in the middle. The air smelled like paint, cum, and sex. She dropped to her back on the wide, paint-splattered canvas they’d been using as a fuck-mat all night. The oversized button-down rode up, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. “Come on, baby. I want you to fuck my pussy with your big cock”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of the news, but your boyfriend won't be coming because he's fucking an older woman." The woman who had her head on the table, scrambled up and her eyes widened. "W-Who are you?" Before she could look for any weapon, however, her whole body suddenly grew hot and she clawed at her clothes, rushing to remove everything and Malovich whistled. "Look at the body he's wasting, but I got to enjoy it." In just a minute, he had her on her back with her legs spread. The woman is delirious and kept begging to be fucked. Malovich went down on her, feeling a little bad to just fuck and leave her.

Rage boiled up inside me, sudden and hot. “You think I did this?” I shoved up the hem of my skirt, exposing the handprint on my thigh. “Explain this, then. Did I grab myself hard enough to leave that?” Dr. Halverson leaned back, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Stress-induced delusions can manifest physically—” “This is not a delusion!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Something is happening to me! Someone—” My breath hitched. “Cassian.”

Diana’s POV “Ah fuck, please baby…” I moaned as Ryan slammed his cock into me. “Take it you dirty slut” Ryan groaned, smacking my ass. My knees nearly buckled, he increased his pace. I screamed as I came, my pussy squirting hard around his cock inside of me, my juices splashing down on the guys balls. He zoomed in the camera he was holding. “Fuck Diana,” he rasped, slamming his dick harder. “Take my cock just like that baby.”

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

But in their bedroom, there's a huge wooden closet Rathi opened it to find his canvas, paints, brushes, and all were dumped in contrast to his neat space. She saw many disturbing paintings such a slashed head of a cow, a rotting dog, and gory human body parts. Rathi wanted to throw up to see that. She wondered where did got this kind of ideas. There's one painting that caught her eyes while through the canvas sheets and it's none other than her brownish-red orbs, he has precisely painted her face, even small details were accurately tinted in that. Rathi took that in her hands with a smile and saw the one more painting under that.

"Call us in 3 days. We'll have it ready for you." "Oh, thank you," I stated, taking the card from his hand. It was plain white, and to the naked eye, would appear blank. But I knew better. I tilted it under the low light in the room, showcasing holographic text on it: 'Mullins Blacksmithing' "Fits, huh?" Markus said, leaning into my ear. It did. And it was one of the more clever ways I saw hidden businesses in the supernatural realm.

I became turned on and just as I was starting to get wet he pulled out. Just as his face came into eyesight again, I don’t know what came over me, but I sunk my teeth into his neck at the speed of light. The whole crowd broke out into a gasp but I could careless. I could feel our souls, wolves and existence uniting into one. When I pulled back I could see the mark and it entranced me. It had beautiful swirls with half-moons hanging by the edge of it. The crowd was in awe just like me.