Metal Sonic Fanfic Novels & Stories

I forget about Abby, and Rissa, and Ryan. All I can think about is Nick, and how much I want to feel his lips on the place I crave him the most. He rubs his nose against my clit and I let out a choked moan. My fingers fist in his hair, urging him closer. "Scream for me, cupcake." He whispers, and his mouth lands on my soaked clit. I let it out, just like he wants. I scream. The sound echoes loudly in the empty restroom, blending perfectly with the music booming faintly from the club.

Malcolm As I stood there, the words tumbling from Alexa's feisty mouth rang in my ears like a lingering echo. I couldn't shake off the weight of her declaration—that Mika didn’t desire to be Luna. The crisp air around us felt tense, and every breath I took was heavy with unspoken thoughts. I exchanged glances with Max and Mathew, who wore expressions that mirrored my confusion. Just days earlier, the three of us had sat down with Mika, pouring our hearts out, asking her to hear us and granting us the opportunity to make amends for our mistakes. So, why would Alexa suddenly assert that Mika might leave the pack instead of being our mates?

It was symphonic. We moved as one organism. When Silas thrust deep into Vespera, the motion pushed her clit harder against mine. When Rook pounded my ass, it drove Lorien’s cock against that perfect spot inside me. Sable’s mouth created wet, obscene music as she sucked and licked the overflowing juices. Our cries braided together, feeding the blossoming branches above. Around the central knot, the Eternal Throng answered.

The sound of the union was a loud, wet squelch, the lubrication of her pussy making the friction visceral. "Shhh," Marcus murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Keep it down, baby. We don't want Mom to come in and check on your headache." "Fuck... you're... so deep," she gasped, her voice a strained whisper. Marcus began to move, his pace slow and deliberate, savoring the feeling of her tight walls gripping him. He wanted to feel every ripple, every spasm. The sound of the penetration—the shlicking of the wetness and the soft, rhythmic thud of their hips—was the only sound in the room.

This made me settle on him and give him a sign. “I’m about to—” “Ahh, Energia,” he seethed too. From how things appeared, he was on edge to about to climax… We rocked. Rided and rided… Till we reached climax. When we did, only a thought had formed in my head. What a mind blowing sex I had just had from my mate! ---------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Please leave a five star review if you liked this chapter. And, comment your thoughts, guys. What do you think about Serena’s father?

Miles locked his twin fingers, creating an invisible aura, the cold aura swept past Fenghuaug's face, and she opened her eyes and looked at the stage in a daze. “Please, everyone, I want to express my sincerest gratitude to everyone for coming to my concert, I love you all” “I love you too!” screams followed afterwards. Angel was sitting in a secluded section of the stadium, with Lycan who have just come in, to watch Mora's Mask sing. Lycan pursed his lips tightly, he could tell from his height, complexion, and voice Mora's Mask was his son. The light in the stadium went off, and a stage light beamed on Miles, he started singing the new song.

Me-Mace you there you have been quiet today. Mace-Sorry, my transition is almost complete. It’s difficult and takes my energy. I’ll be back soon and stronger. Me-Love you girl. Mace-Love you girl. “Whoa,” came the cheers from around the room as Lucas and I spare during training. Lucas kicks my stomach but I grab his leg and flip him. “Mace is a Lycan now,” Lucas smirks. “Yeah so don’t piss her off!” I say elbowing him in the chest.

Then the ceiling fan clicked on. Slow. Lazy. Then faster. The blades blurred. Red light blinked. From the hub. From the center. Marcus’s voice came through. Not from speakers. From the fan itself. Soft. Amused. “You really thought the bedroom was safe?” Julian went rigid beneath me. I froze. Marcus laughed. Low. Warm. “Beautiful,” he said. “Every time.” The fan light brightened. Then dimmed. Then a new feed. Projected onto the ceiling. Us.

It sounded like tearing iron. Valerius. I scrambled off the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. Another crash shook the wall, the sound of stone cracking. I ran to the oak door, placing my ear against the wood. I could hear heavy, ragged breathing on the other side. A wet, painful rasping sound, like someone choking on their own blood. “Go to bed, Serenity.” I reached for the brass bolt. My thumb rested on the cold metal. If I opened that door, he could kill me. He was twice my size, packed with raw Lycan power, and out of his mind with bloodlust. I had a contract. I wasn't his real wife. I could just sit in my room and wait for morning.

Monica gasped, her voice breaking with desperate need. The broad-shouldered white man thrust forward in one brutal motion, forcing his cock deep into her asshole. Monica screamed, her cry a mix of pleasure and intensity as the stretch sent a rush of heat through her body. He began to move, each thrust fierce and relentless, driving into her with powerful precision. Her vision blurred, her body trembling as waves of pleasure rippled through her, her already-loosened asshole easily taking his cock in. The man with cock piercings shoved his cock back into Monica’s mouth, plunging deeper this time, the metal rings scraping against her tender throat with every thrust.