Male Oc Reborn In Dc Universe Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Only us. ​I moved between her legs, feeling her warmth, her readiness. She arched her back, and I saw her eyes flash that strange, crimson hue again—the magic manifesting. ​"Oh, God..." ​"Don't call out to God," I rasped against her lips. "Call out to me. There is only me." ​When I pushed into her, the sensation was electric. It wasn't just physical. Her magic collided with mine, a feedback loop of ancient energy that made the room glow with a soft, ominous light. This was a soul-bond, raw and primal.

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.

Marcus' pov Monday 6th January 2020 ********************************** Damian is finally back. He bought a house near my club and is selling his club to his second in command. It's so nice to see him in person again. I hugged him when he came over yesterday, I wouldn't let go of him which I don't think he minded. He's taking over from Andrew soon as Lacey hasn't finished her Master Dom training and Andrew wants to focus more on his work. I wasn't so sure about him being back into the lifestyle as early as he was but he's been thriving. He says it's helped him heal by taking back control as a dominant.

Huffing out the sand from his mouth, he gnashed his teeth, worried about her welfare to the bone. ‘No, I will not go down like this!’ he expressed, the thunder in his heart beginning to form a storm. ‘I am an exorcist priest! And I will not be controlled by a demon!’ Marcus’ eyes suddenly changed from a smoky brown to a golden amber shade. His arms showed an odd occurrence where the surface crystallized and enveloped the tattoo. The burn immediately dissipated and the augmented vines flattened. Marcus found the coolness of his skin soothing, but not only that, he actually felt entirely better now... much better, like he had just been reborn.

I moaned as I pulled away from Dillon's kiss and leaned on his shoulder. "Ari, I want more," Dillon moaned as he kissed one side of my neck while Lowell kissed the other. "Ahri, I can't take it anymore," Macan mumbled as he rubbed his d*ck against my c*nt. The door suddenly opened briefly, and I sensed Dylan's scent as someone entered the room. "Hah! What a mess, my dear," he mumbled. I pulled away from the three males to turn around and saw Dylan stripping his clothes as he sealed the door using his power. His face looked flushed, and his breath was heavy while he looked at me as he walked near.

Sienna came with a muffled cry against Rebecca’s mouth, hand fisted in Daniel’s hair, cunt pulsing around his fingers. Daniel stood, eyes almost black, and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already shiny. Rebecca watched with dark hunger as he rubbed it up and down Sienna’s soaked pussy a few times, deliberate and slow, coating himself in her wetness, before notching the head at her entrance. He looked at her one last time. Then at Rebecca. Then he pushed in. One long, controlled thrust and he was buried to the hilt.

He knew he needed to dig deeper and find out what happened that night but that would be later. “I don't know how much has changed about you Rebecca but I do know that you're really special.” Tyler said and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Rebecca began feeling guilty again. He was in love with her and she had fallen in love with him. What will happen when the moon goddess finally returned the original soul of Rebecca? Will she accept being mated to the man who hurt her? Yes he had changed but the real Rebecca might not know this and might still bear grudges against him.

Long hands running all over him. Reece silently let him have his way; his entire being was in pain, and one wrong move meant even more pain. The unbuckling sound of a belt hitting the ground had his nerves up; he tried opening his eyes, but his body felt so foreign and unresponsive to his commands. Reece flinched, feeling something around his rim. “This is not happening,” Reece thought, but unlike the nightmare he desperately wanted it to be, it was his reality. He was straight; he had always fancied girls and never thought he would be the one to be bent over.

I yanked my hand back instinctively and shouted, "Get off me, you dirty man! You have an STD, and you dare touch me?" The fish knife sliced across the back of Kieran's hand, leaving a deep gash. Wincing, Kieran released my hand. The silver-haired delinquent's face flushed redder than blood. Ignoring the pain in his hand, he stammered, "What nonsense are you talking about? I've never been with anyone, so how could I have that kind of disease?" What? Something felt off to me. Oh! So he wasn't actually the baby's father?

The old man was a beast in his prime, and even now, age hadn't dulled that edge. Veronica and Marco crumpled to the floor, heads ringing, seeing stars. It took them a good minute to even remember where they were. Marco was the first to open his mouth, straight to damage control. "This is Irene's revenge, pure fabrication! Veronica and I are nothing. I respect her like a mother!"