Metal Sonic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Niko's the first to move, flashing a lopsided smile that doesn't quite match the tension in his shoulders. "Hey, sweet girl. Why don't you have a seat?" He tugs out a dining room chair and guides me into it before I can protest. I stare up at him, confused. "Nikolai?" Behind him, I hear Mason mutter, "She's starting to freak out. Let's just do it." Niko taps his phone, and "Give" by Sleep Token drifts through the room. My heart lurches. Okay. Seriously, what's really going on?

They embraced weakly, breathless, the rock music still playing as a silent witness to this erotic misunderstanding. Windy smiled in the darkness, satisfied and without regret, while Leon thought he had just enjoyed a beautiful night with "Sonya."

She answered on the second ring, but there was no greeting—just a loud, breathy moan. “Cici?” I whispered, my own pussy twitching hard at the sound. “Fuuuck— Mona…” she gasped, voice breaking. Wet, rhythmic skin-on-skin slaps filled the background—hard, deep thrusts. “He’s so deep… My pussy is stretched so wide around his cock. He’s pulling my hair and growling like a real Alpha—ahh!” I bit my lip until it hurt, fresh slick dripping down my thighs as I listened. I squeezed my legs together, but it only made the aching worse.

One wrong sound and Mom would open the door to find her husband fucking her daughter senseless. Marcus pressed a hand firmly over my mouth, his eyes blazing with dark lust. He slowly rolled his hips, grinding his cum-slick cock deeper into my overflowing pussy. I whimpered helplessly against his palm. “Shhh,” he breathed into my ear. “Not a fucking sound, princess.” The footsteps continued down the hall toward the bathroom. The door clicked shut. We had minutes, maybe less. Relief and adrenaline mixed into pure filthy fire. Marcus pulled out of me with a wet, obscene sound, thick ropes of his cum leaking from my stretched hole and dripping down over the plug in my ass.

LENA “You’re really going to do this, little sis?” Marcus’s deep voice growled against my ear as we stepped into the dimly lit club, his hand possessive on the small of my back. The bass from the music pulsed through my body like a second heartbeat. “Strapped down naked on that bench for every perverted fucker here to play with? You’ve been such a brat all week. This is how you prove you belong to me?”

She tossed and turned, the thin nightdress riding up her thick hips, nipples hard against the fabric. A soft creak at the door made her freeze. Marcus slipped inside, closing it silently behind him. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, highlighting the massive bulge straining his sweatpants. His eyes glowed faintly with alpha power, fixed on her like prey. “Couldn’t stay away,” he growled low, stalking to the bed. “Your scent is driving me insane downstairs. Sweet little cunt dripping for your stepdaddy’s cock.”

I cry out again, as my orgasm crashes over me like fire,my legs shake,and moans break free and raw. With a deeply throaty moan, I feel him hit climax. “Yes… fuck! Yes... Momma! Yes!” His voice turns ragged, breath catching as he cums. “You sound like heaven when you fall apart, Momma.” Mason grunts and I fucking smile. Silence swells between us, leaving only the sound of our uneven breathing. Then lightly, Mason affirms in a whisper. “You are mine. Even when I am not with you. Because no one else gets to hear you this way. Okay?”

I think I’m a goner. Before I can say anything Vitali, Tyson, and Chris all file in, making Marcus let go of my chin most unwillingly and that makes two of us because I nearly whimper at the loss of his touch. When did I become this woman? The guys look very surprised to see Marcus, but their surprised faces quickly turn into smirks. “Monopolising our Alpha I see,” says Vitali. “Only as much as she’ll let me,” Marcus says proudly while pulling me into his side. I shake my head but wrap my arm around his waist and breathe in his sweet, delicious caramel scent.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled through Maverick’s chest as he lifted his head briefly toward the full moon. Around him, his warriors echoed the sound, their growls vibrating through the forest before they threw themselves back into the fight. “Monica… where are you?” Maverick mindlinked, his voice cold and searching. Monica was the daughter of a warrior Maverick had once trusted… before betrayal tore that trust apart. Maverick’s eyes darkened. How is she alive? The thought struck him even as he tore through another rogue, his claws slicing deep without hesitation as blood stained the ground beneath him.

"By the way you should probably do something about your fan club." "Fan club?" Mason repeated looking confused. "What do you mean by fan club?" "I was stopped by three girls last night, they were angry that I was your mate." Danica explained remembering Monica and her lackies. "Who was it?" Mason growled shooting up. "Who dare mess with the future Luna." "Said her name was Monica, brown hair, grey eyes?" Danica described vaguely remembering the arrogant woman that tried to pounce on her twice. Growling once again Mason's eyes began to darken. "I will be sure to have a talk with this Monica."