Mc X Yuri Novels & Stories

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…

Everyone on the planet stared at each other, completely at a loss. If their opponents were troops of the Otherworldly Army, they could contribute if they fought to their deaths. However, they would not be able to cause any substantial harm to Xayvion even if they desperately fought to their last breaths. Their strongest fighter was Maxine, who had just made a breakthrough into the Yuraeceon Rank. Under everyone’s gazes, she slowly stepped forward with her long sword and stopped before Xayvion.

Yorrick never looked back. She laughed. “You’re such a gentleman. That’s very rare.” Yorrick took a deep breath and gnashed his teeth before chuckling. “Your body isn’t worth my attention.” “You didn’t even look. How would you know that I’m worth your attention? I’m a 32C and have worked as a lingerie model. They’re not small.” Xyla squeezed her boobs. Yorrick turned over at that moment, saw that, and froze for a few seconds. He covered his face with his hand and looked through gaps between his fingers and called her full name for the first time, “Xyla Mayweather.”

Adrian Using all my strength, I try to push Asher off me, but I can't. The stupid alpha pulls down my pants along with my underwear. "You disgusting bastard!" I shout, punching him in the face with my fist. "Ow... You're so cute. That didn't even tickle."

Alexis said and Lorenzo complied. His signature was slightly wobbly, but it was good enough for Alexis. She pricked Lorenzo's thumb and pressed the finger onto the paper. She looked at the paper in satisfaction before folding them up and putting it in her suit jacket. Alexis then placed some powder in the glass of whiskey and mixed it. "Open up, big boy," Alexis said as she grabbed Lorenzo's jaw and forced his mouth open. He tried to protest, but he was too intoxicated to do so.

I jump as a loud knock sounds on the steel door before I hear my mate's voice. "Open up Mandy it's us",Mason calls out. I run for the door and unlock it. After having Grant pull it open we are face to face with Mason,Ryan and a girl that looks awfully familiar. Holy fuck her and April could be twins. She smiles coyly and looks at Mason. She looks like she is a whore just like her sister. "So this is your mate?",she says, looking me up and down. I almost growl but hold it in.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

I moan to them. "As you wish." he replies before beginning to slide in and out of my ass, slowly. Ryker releases my neck from his fangs and begins to pump into me, faster and deeper. I squirt repeatedly, coating both men in my juices as they continued to fill me. Quickening and hardening their thrusts. I scream both their names in pleasure as I reach my final peak with Ryker filling my pussy and Rayne my ass with their warm seed. They both were truly connected with me at the same time now and I couldn't be happier.

Fury surged within me, my dragon yearning to free these hybrid humans who carried dragon blood. Yuri’s hand brushed against mine accidentally. Instantly, my dragon quieted down, the rage switch seemingly turned off. I pondered what had just transpired – how had Yuri managed to pacify my dragon so effortlessly? I pushed the thought aside as we reached the inn. “I'm going to meet Emily and Elena. I need to lift this curse,” Yuri said, displaying the vial of blood and hair she had obtained from Markus, who appeared to be her biological father. Mac looked puzzled, prompting Yuri to share her story with him while I slipped out of the room, my attention drawn to a sudden surge of aura in the pack.

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.