Male Oc Game Of Thrones Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“What are you doing?’ ‘Mmm, just thinking about you. While I touch myself.’ I moan hearing his breath pick up. ‘Did I give you permission to do this my love.’ He grunts as I hear the clink of his sword as another royal Lycan warrior loses to him. ‘Stop. Now.’ He commands and I pause for a minute so addicted to his power. ‘I can’t. It’s too late. Oh, it feels so good.’ I moan through our connection as I writhe in bed wishing he was here. ‘Damn it.’ He grunts and I smile knowing my plan worked. Goddess, I hope he comes and teaches me a lesson. Before I can even get closer to orgasm the door flings open and I yelp with his response time. He slams the door closed and begins undressing. His pull

Alpha Gali Blackmoor POV “Who the fuck let a stray pup wander into the alpha washroom anyway?” my throat barks out thick and dark, my chest heaving beneath the sticky white cream as my gray eyes narrow down at the small boy. When my sick son Malek Thorncrest wears his leather hunting mask during pack ceremonies, his intense eyes are almost completely identical to this little intruder's gaze. Only Malek’s dark brow is frequently furrowed super tight, a clear genetic sign that not even the most shocking events in the valley could easily stir his royal expression.

"But I could love him if he let me." Tyrion huffed. "Are you trying to tell me that he is not interested in you?" I raised my eyebrows while my irritation grew. "What do you mean by that?" He chuckled coldly as he slowly scanned me, head to toe. "You've got nice tits and a fine ass, and I doubt that a warrior like him could ever be satisfied by fucking omegas." The blood within me boiled. My hands trembled as I tried hard not to punch him. "So do you think I fucked him?!" I squeezed through my teeth. "I'm not some kind of a slut who sleeps with every attractive warrior around her!"

Making sure to give Kristoff a show, he tongue kissed one of the male then moved on to the other. Not before long, Malcom was on his back with one man grinding into him while the other was hovering above his face. And the last man was playing with his dick while watching Kristoff, who had his head in his hands. "Is he going to join?" He asked, still stroking himself. "He will, but that's his thing. He loves watching." Malcom said in between moans. "Oh shit." Malcom groaned, as another guy was now driving into him, and had his face pressed into the bed.

The discreet fist of the kingdom. Makil took it all in with a single, sweeping glance—the posturing lord, the defiant clans, the solitary man on the bridge holding the peace by sheer will. He saw the game. Gryffen wanted a provocation, an excuse to cross that bridge and claim “restoring order.”

I started taking extra suppressants on bad days but they were running low and I knew I would need to sneak off campus soon to buy more. I overheard things too. In the locker room, in the halls, during team meals. Draco had been asking around quietly about the night of the first game. He described fucking someone in the locker room, a sweet-smelling omega, tight and desperate. He called her “that girl” and said he needed to find her again because it was the best he had ever had. The idiot had no idea it was me. He had no idea the person he was searching for was the same roommate he barely tolerated.

As I approached the heavy oak doors, voices spilled out—Mara's steady intonation, Jin's measured responses, and Taehyung's deep timbre, laced with restrained fury. I pushed the doors open, the creak announcing my arrival like a challenge. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to me—elders in their rune-etched robes, warriors standing sentinel, and Taehyung at the table's head, his expression a storm of surprise and concern. The bond flared, his protectiveness surging, but I met his gaze with ice, refusing to yield. "You wanted the truth?" I said, my voice carrying, unbroken despite the ache. "Ask me. No more through him." Mara inclined her head, a spark of approval in her eyes, while Taehyu

Right off the treadmill and onto the blessedly soft mat behind it. My eyes close since I expect pain, but what I get is Dante’s large body cushioning my fall. I collapse on top of him, my hair in my mouth and my hands splayed over the firmest chest in North America. My palms are spread over his pectoral muscles, and I still can’t entirely cover those things. The man looks like Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones, and my whole face goes nuclear. He is fucking grinning. “Like my chest, Jennie?”

Something powerful entered the room. A new presence... “Now you will be our slave,” came a deep, cold voice. Gasps echoed from the crowd. “Prince Kael Viren!” Several seniors whispered the name in panic. Elias’s eyes flew open, expecting a monstrous lycan with bloodshot eyes. Instead... he saw him. A vision. Tall. Regal. Muscular. His skin was golden and smooth, hair black and wavy, falling just to his shoulders. His eyes, icy ocean-blue—pierced through Elias like a blade. And that scent. Warm, intoxicating, wild.

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.