Male Version Of Minx Novels & Stories

Minx was in terrible pain. But the weird thing about the confrontation was that even as she was beaten, something like another copy of her stood by a corner in the room, observing everything that was happening. It couldn’t move or do anything but it shared in the pain that Minx felt and her thoughts too. Minx saw a thousand men attack her, whilst, it was just one man who could make multiple copies of himself.

I find Maximo at the door, and he is out smoking his famous poison. He is in a black tight shirt that is showing off the muscles and tattoos on his arms. He is so huge that he nearly fills the whole space at the door. Looking at him, I feel pity for the woman they are saying is their soulmate, because how will she handle both men at the same time with their huge dick? All I know is that she probably won’t be able to walk for months. Poor thing. I frown and shake my head. Maximo smirks as if he knows what’s going on in my mind.

Clearly, moon goddess knew how to choose an attractive mate for him. At the same time, Sabrina was also observing Maxi. She realized he was half naked, which made her blush a bit because she was not used to the sight of half-naked men around her, at least the buff and well-built one. In high school back then, sure there were plenty of guys who worked out and went to the gym but none of them were a match for the body Maxi possessed.

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

She didn’t know if she felt uncomfortable because he was watching her, or because the fire she was feeling was beginning to inflame other, more intimate, parts of her body. He was so completely different from the men she had worked with in the City. Two hours away from the formality of Manhattan, there was no need to wear three piece suits and stuffy ties. She liked Alex’s casual, scruffy look and the way his dark, wavy hair wasn’t so perfect. No one in Twenty-First Century New York City would be caught dead sprouting a Seventy’s style mustache, but even that fashion faux pas made Alex more of an individual, and all that much more desirable. His smile was genuine and honest. Unlike those she

Maxim was not shy about openly ogling. “I…” I struggled to formulate words because I didn’t know what to say. However, I closed my eyes for one second and Maxim was gone. Had he even been there or was it all in my imagination? A few seconds later, Mikhail appeared, his brown eyes full of mischief. I couldn’t deny that he was also good-looking. He had one of those boyishly handsome features packed with a lean but muscular body. Like Maxim, he was also very tall and dressed in dark clothing.

Max teased as the men came towards us. "Whatever," I replied. "Just a weak little girl unable to defend herself...." he muttered under his breath in a provocative manner. He was obviously in need of a little entertainment. Good job I am willing to provide. He allowed the Descendent and the other man take him easily but I, however, was determined to show them what they are really dealing with. I easily fought the guy off me and left him groaning on the ground. "Oops! sorry," I said in a girly tone as the Descendent turned to me shocked.

When he speaks this time, his voice is low and deadly. “You need to see this,” the male voice says. “It's really important” he emphasises ‘important’ until finally, Max walks towards him, and soon the two of them are in a deep conversation about something but their conversation is too low for my human ears to detect. I spare them only a glance, but that's more than enough. Seeing the two of them together–both incredibly tall, but one fair, with golden blonde hair, an easy smile and a heavily muscular body and the other one dark, with jet black hair, an athlete's body, and a more menacing countenance–sparks a memory in me.

"I can't believe I got a job here with you of all people. Not that you're annoying, but you aren't a good conversationalist." "I, uh, yeah I get it." "Actually, do you mind holding down the fort here for a little?" "What? For what?" I ask, my heart racing. "I just want to walk around a little. You'll be fine, Mr. Malone doesn't usually check on us." "But we're supposed to stay here and-" Coldren rolls his eyes. "Look, it'll be fine. If you want us to like you, you have to stop being a little bitch."

The room filled with wet, sloppy sounds, our heavy breathing, his muffled moans. After long minutes Robin pulled him up by the arms. Enough. I want inside you. Felix stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stripped fast, revealing lean muscle and a hard cock already leaking. Robin grabbed condoms from the nightstand, tore one open, rolled it on himself with quick practiced movements. Felix climbed onto Robin's lap on the couch, straddling him. Robin guided his cock to Felix's hole, slick with lube Felix had grabbed earlier, and Felix sank down slow, moaning low as he took every inch.