Michael Slime Novels & Stories

Aiden growled from behind me, displeasure clear as day in his voice. He was the closest to Siya right now. Knew that the captain didn’t have long before he would pass out from his own body taking up too much energy. Besides, he had a point. We all knew that we had to look away but it seemed like Michael wanted to overexplain everything right then. Saw how well I took to him handing me a piece of cloth and dived right into wanting my approval for about anything he could. Michael rolled his eyes and dug into one of his pockets again. Produced a small cube of something that he rubbed between his index and thumb. It looked like clay. Gray, odorless clay.

She did her best to suck it down, but some escaped to dribble down her chin. "Th-that's a good little cock sucker, Lucy," Michael managed. He backed away from her, looking down at his slowly sinking manhood. He so wanted to fuck her this afternoon. Somehow it felt like it would cement her slavery to him. He looked down again and willed himself back to erection... and his cock obeyed him.

Michael said, smirking. I don’t know how old he indeed was, but you could see he was handsome. He wasn’t just a simple man or a warlock. The bastard was of royalty and also a hybrid. “What did I do?” I asked, feeling dejected suddenly. “What didn’t you do… You destroy your reception party, you fought with everyone, your monster took control of you, and you reveal the truths,” Michael said. Looking down at my feet, I see I’m still in my dress, or what’s left of it. Tears started rolling down. I still can’t believe Vladimir is Neculai’s son. A sudden sob escaped my mouth. I felt disgusted.

He slapped my face lightly, then harder. The slap stung. "You think you can just jerk off after I told you no? You are my toy now. My dirty little slut. You do as I say." I swallowed. “I am your dirty little slut,” he said, “say it after me, you whore.” My gade flickered to his face. "I am your dirty little slut," I repeated the words that made my spent cock start to fill with blood again. Michael smiled coldly. "Say it louder." I blinked.

Rainey Michael chuckled. “Only him. I found his stash when I was looking for a pencil once.” “It certainly came in handy for us.” “It sure did,” he said, ripping open the packet. He rolled the condom down his thick cock before coming back over to me. He slapped his hands against my ass, and I let out a little yelp. “Are you ready?” he asked. I wiggled my butt again in answer. Michael didn’t start slow. I was wet enough that he slid right inside of me. A whoosh of air escaped my lungs as I stretched to fit him inside.

It was a very short kiss, and Michael's lips left me before I could kiss him enough. He pulled down his shorts right in front of me, and his 'murder weapon' was already erect. Although this wasn't the first time I had seen it, this was the first time I had seen it up close. It was fully erect, with a full, shiny head and a thick, purplish stem, with visible veins coiled around it, like a heavy meat dragon, bouncing vigorously. Michael shook his body, and his genital slapped me in the face. It was long and thick, and it was so warm that I felt my face burn. Michael was slapping me with it. It wasn't painful, but it was very shameful.

I let him touch me as I was already dripping wet for him. “ Are you done?'' Michael walked into the room with his hands inside his pocket. He was dressed in a navy blue slack and a white shirt which was rolled up at the sleeves. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam through his body. I can't believe he was just inside of me a while ago.

Michael's face turned pale in an instant and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Skyler said, “Mr. White, my patience is limited.” Michael's brows twitched fiercely, and he quickly reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. After that, he said forcefully, “I can give you the things, President Moore, but I'll only do it after Lily and Chad get married.” Michael was smart and Stuart was not an ordinary person in Mauve City. In such a short period, he could collect enough evidence and report Stuart, so it showed how powerful he was, and he was definitely not someone that ordinary people could offend.

"Not a good answer. Let´s see if we can help. Michael, if you would..." Michael grabs me by both wrists, pulling me forward and up. I struggle a little from my splayed-leg position but end up tipped forward, on my hands and knees, looking up at Michael. He stands, looking down at me, and methodically strips off his clothes. His eyes are smiling at me, but it is more than a smile. Inexperienced as I am, I recognise sheer, clean animal lust when I see it. Naked, he is glorious, arms and legs firm, with strap-like muscles, lean and broad-chested. Definitely, this man works out or does some kind of physical job for a living. His erection twitches against a flat belly and now his smile reaches hi

I groan, trying to buck him off me with no success. “I don’t get it. You said your dad is a warrior in your pack, you’d think he’d train you more,” he says getting off me and offering me his hand. I roll over, take his large hand, and let him help me to my feet. Michael Grigoryan was the first friend I made at Invictus. I’d like to say it was Alpha Amelia, but I don’t want to sound presumptuous. Michael is twenty-three so he’s a bit older than me, as I’m eighteen, turning nineteen in December. Michael is 6’4, not overly muscular but defined enough to make the women notice. He has sort of latte-coloured skin, dark black curly hair that sits like a soft nest on his head, deep dark brown eyes t