Michael Afton Smut Novels & Stories

] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The hoodie lying on the ground is growing, literally. With a visible speed, it stretches into obviously Meph’s size. At the mean time, Meph’s snake tattoo glow, too. He raises his wrist, and on the game panel, Meph’s name changes from originally “NA12M25” to: [Alice (who ate the cake)] The game legitmized his lie.

I blushed, hiding behind a rock. Michael whistled lowly. “Now that isn't something I see every day,” he said evenly. “I'm so sorry!” I gushed, flustered. “I- I- oh my god. This is so embarrassing.” “What's embarrassing, maggot?” Samael said grandly, traipsing towards us. “What Michael meant to say is that he finds you ravishingly attractive. He has a weak spot for mammals and innocent girls.” Michael bellowed a fiery word. Samael howled in pain, clothes incinerating as lightning struck him. He swayed drunkenly and fell.

But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.