Issei X Grayfia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

•Elisia• Fuck. I completely forgot about how I had talked to mama on my way out. The way they're glaring at me right now, I know something bad is going to happen. If looks could kill, I would have been dead by now. I can feel the panic slowly rising up my throat and spreading as I breathe. I can't help but let the old secluded memories-that I had forcefully shoved away-rush through my head like a tsunami. My body hurts like hell. It's stings so bad, I can't fucking move.

Lennon's eyes betrayed him then, flicking down before he could stop himself. And froze. The front of Grayson's slacks was stretched tight, the unmistakable ridge of a hard om straining against his pants, thick and obvious. Lennon's breath caught so sharply it hurt. No, no way, it was just biology. Or maybe Grayson had gotten a text from some girlfriend, some hot colleague, some... His brain short-circuited. Because Grayson just shifted just slightly and the movement made the fabric pull tighter, outlining every inch. Lennon's mouth went dry. He jerked his gaze up, cheeks burning. Grayson was watching him with unblinking intensity. Something dark and knowing flickering behind storm-grey eyes.

I whisper as tears rolled down my face, "I want to touch you. Please." Gray stopped for a second and watched me with a frown. It was like as if a flash of sympathy ran past his eyes as he watched my tears fall down from my face. Those tears were from the immense pleasure I felt from all of this. That's all. Gray went to untie the rope and as soon as he did, my hands released into freedom. I whimper as my hands began to travel all over his body before they reached his back. Gray moaned into my ears when I caressed his back however, when he continued to thrust harder and faster than before. My finger nails dig into his skin as I dragged them down.

She murmured funnily. Gray was really happy as he basically threw himself to hug the woman. He also cried a lot, even though he had promised not to cry anymore. Sierra patted the young man, who was taller than her now, and she said, “I brought a wonderful surprise for you.” She took Gray outside of the capital, into the woods, and he was speechless. Standing there, maybe almost a thousand human-like-creature with a long hair, and amazingly pointed ears, also big and tall. “H-hello,” He nervously waved at the group. Gray saw that their eyes’ colours were golden; very beautiful.

"Fuck..." "You like it, huh?" Grayson asks with a breathless voice before he pushes harder this time. "Here is more for you," "Ahh," Kian rests his hand on Grayson's sweaty chest and lifts his legs higher until they almost reach his shoulders. "Go on.." Grayson does as asked and thrusts inside of him with more speed this time. He groans and looks at Kian's face. He looks like a mess — the hot kind. His hair sticks on his forehead and his swollen lips widen at each thrust. Next, Grayson leans closer until their foreheads brush. He looks straight at his brown eyes and captures his lips as he pushes his hard cock inside of his wet hole.

Amora said, getting closer to Grey, leaving him flustered. Grey's gaze became unfocused, his mind feeling floaty. Somehow, Grey felt an uncontrollable surge of libido. Grey's vision blurred for a moment, and when he blinked, he saw Amora transform into Keyara, smiling at him. Grey longed for Keyara so much, and he felt elated to find her alive and standing before him. Grey then kissed Amora's lips, and they exchanged a prolonged kiss. Grey couldn't resist himself when he saw Amora's slender neck, and he showered it with intimate kisses.

“T-the…the t-truth i-is—” “What’s going on? Why are you guys being all weird and tense?” Edward and Zia both had their attention shifted by the TV. And there stood Gray, yawning with her hand scratching her stomach. The upper part of her white hair grew a resemblance to a bird’s nest. “G-gray,” called Zia, her eyes welling up. She stared intently at her. “Help,” she thought to herself. Gray also stared listlessly back at her in return. And after the two shared glances, Gray had finally gotten the message behind her stare.

Brianna’s eyes were closed as her hands rubbed the bulge on the front of his jeans. Grayson moaned, unable to contain his pleasure. Brianna’s right hand caressed his manhood as her left unzipped his pants. Grayson had to bite his lower lip to keep from coming too fast. While Slate got so excited that Grayson was finally acting on his urges, he began to shift. ‘She is our mate. We should claim her.’ Grayson’s eyes changed from dark blue to silver, and his teeth elongated long enough to pierce his lips. The tingling on his fingertips indicated his claws were coming out.

He seemed to be in pain. "Gray, don't toy with me. I'm angry enough because you forced your will on me, so stop," I said again, but Gray still didn't respond. This time, he looked up and gazed in my direction, and to my surprise, I could see a faint gray light emanating from his eyes. I felt fear, but at the same time, I couldn't just leave Gray in pain. I approached him, but as soon as I touched his arm, Gray pushed me away with force. It was as if there was an immense strength in his touch, sending me far from him.

Alyosha, whose manners, in fact, were also far from ideal, almost grimacing, looked at the frankly dirty motorcyclist and put his fork aside, also banging it on the table as a sign of loss of appetite. - I... - Gray champed again. "I didn't expect her to answer, but..." He sipped his coffee loudly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. - Since she answered, consider that everyone answered! Yana, by the way, is a lesbian, - added Gray and, looking at me, expressively moving his eyebrows. I think she's got a crush on you! She loved you so much! - For greater effect, he began to breathe loudly and vigorously move his tongue out, thus depicting an unequivocal process, which earned him a