Horns Novels & Stories

Right as the fat knot popped past his rim and locked us together, flooding his guts with the first heavy spurts of my cum, a massive, bone-rattling horn blast tore through the night from the pack borders. The war horn. Enemies were attacking. And I was buried balls-deep inside my screaming, climaxing Omega, my knot fully inflated and pulsing, tying us inescapably together on the bathroom counter as thick ropes of cum kept pumping into his clenching, overflowing asshole.

Its hollow eyes burned with golden fire, two glowing orbs that seemed to pierce through the night, staring down at them with an ancient and malevolent intelligence. Rows of jagged, razor-sharp teeth filled its gaping maw, some broken and worn, but still capable of tearing flesh and bone apart with ease. Two massive horns spiraled from its head, curving backward like the horns of a ram but much larger, crackling with the same ethereal blue energy that coursed through its body. From its back, a pair of enormous, leathery wings stretched outward, torn and tattered at the edges yet still exuding an overwhelming power.

Oblivious to the fact that the big demon had lowered his head for me, I finally touch the two horns' edges, twirling my fingers around them. ... And I'm surprised to see the horns begin to glow. My lips parted, I lower my hands to touch the middle of the horns again, gasping in surprise when I feel them wet with something liquid and slick, coating my fingers and palms with it. Wondering where the liquid is coming from, I trail my palms over the long length of the horns to their base, gasping when I feel them throb underneath my palms. Throb? Do

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The subordinate immediately held a strange horn and blew it up. The next second, the whole city was rumbling, and the sound of footsteps quickly approached them with overwhelming figures...

Like them, he, too, had wings—huge, leathery, and black as night. Unlike them, Ethan had horns. As black as his wings, they sprouted from his hairline and wrapped back around his head like a crown before the tips curled upward, ending in sharp points. Visions of holding onto them while he licked between her legs had her cheeks heating and her thighs clenching.

exclaimed Reymond from behind the shield, the man with black hair with a blue gradient that night was holding back so that the shield he made did not break, because the rhino horn was caught in the stone shield that Reymond made. When Leonard's attack hit his eye, the one-horned rhinoceros started to revolt about to take off his horn. Both learn that the one-horned rhino they are fighting is dying. Leonard immediately attacked the rhino's heart with one horn in one shot. The roar of a dying rhino filled the surrounding area. The sound of the White Tiger and the sound of the One-Horned Rhino that had met its end collided into one, leaving the two handsome young men unaware of a sound more ter

he rumbled down at me, that sexy as hell grin still on his face Fuck. Why are my panties getting wet? But Hell! He is one fucking looker. With that dark, soft looking curly hair and that pierced nose….. Why do I have a weakness for guys with piercings, especially tongue piercings. Tell me he doesn’t have a tongue piercing? Slowly I watched him lick his rosy lips, almost passing out when I caught a glimpse of silver. Fuck he does have a tongue piercing. I wonder how that would feel on my clit…..

He looked at me with his hazel eyes. "Before we are flag notes, but a beam joined us together. I wonder what our melody sounds like," he said. He closed his eyes. "If you focus, the wind would show you your melody. Close your eyes Reign and focus." I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of the wind. Auggie held my hand, and we waited for the wind to come and whisper what our melody sounds like. Our melody sounds like a river, rushing in September, together with the howl of the evergreen.

I walked over to see what had their attention. Bubbles were forming all over the dried-out bed of shit. Twinkling in the sunlight and smelling bad enough to curl the hairs in your nostril, the bubbles burst. Out of each one came another bunnicorn. They landed on the grass with a flump, looked around, saw one of their own kind staring back, and charged. They would get close to stabbing each other in the face, but a flick of the head and the two horns would clash, knocking both jousters aside.

They really look like her as if they are really blood relatives. Dev put down the tray on the table beside the bed, her brows furrowed as she tried to inspect her stomach. She then glanced at Hellion’s face who were looking foolishly at her. She then held out her hands and touched the horns on her head. Dev: “…!” Hellion gaped as she squeezed the black horns. Why does she has this horns while the two hasn’t? Dev grunted as she tried to pull away from her grip. Hellion instantly let go of her horn and blinked.