Mk X Goro Novels & Stories

“You didn’t. Someone just needed someone like you and delivering you to them is our job.” “But why me…?” Alex looked at him in the eye. The jade green orbs looking back to the big guy’s onyx black. “Why does it have to be me?” Goro stared back at him in indifference. It wasn’t a cold gaze, nor it was belittling, just expressionless. His chest heaved up a deep breath and he said. “Because you’re pretty.” Alex frowned at him, clearly confused. But Goro didn’t bother to explain and left to go back to the lizard mount. Karu had already relaxed himself on the driver’s seat when the big guy took a seat next to him.

His expression was pale. [Go again!] Others had already returned their attention to their games. Nozomi changed into her dark form and appeared inches before his face within a split a second. “I guess I am.” “WARGHHHH!” Goro fell and scrambled away as much as he could with his legs that had turned into jelly. “Let me help.” Nozomi stepped forward in her normal form.

Goro yelped, tried to raise an arm to shield himself, but Sharko was already bringing it down again, faster and harder. By the third hit, Goro was curled up on the floor like a kicked dog, twitching, coughing, unable to fight back. He was spitting blood. Sharko paced, chest heaving, the steel bar still clutched tight in his fist. He struck again and again. “You. Don’t. Let. Bitches. Fuck. With. Us.” He drove the bar into Goro’s thigh until the shithead was howling, one leg twitching uselessly.

The noble looked at her from head to toe and sighed, as if pitying the fact that she was a clueless woman. “Gairoshi is for those who want to be king. Throughout the years that Gairoshi was being implemented, it has been widely concluded that it is not a safe place for women although they are welcome to join the bloody fights. But there is a much safer and more lenient version. It’s an event exclusive to women who want to raise their ranks. It’s called Zeikontour.”

Amanda groaned while gulping the glass of beer. "Must be humongous and massive." Hasen casually commented while scrolling on his phone. "Hmm, my shit isn't the only thing that is humongous and massive though," Goro said as he sat back on the couch. "Wha—?" Hasen's brow raised as his jaw hang open in disgust and shock, "The fuck?" "Wanna see?" Goro smirked. "Hell no!" Hasen punched him straight in the face. "Fucking hell..." Raven can only rub his temples from embarrassment and stress by his co-executives.

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

A light flush spread across her chest. Fugishigoro’s dark eyes locked onto them. His cock throbbed painfully. Those are mine. Only mine. I’ll mark them with my teeth and cum. “Like what you see, Goro-kun?” Kyomi cupped her breasts, lifting them teasingly. “You can touch later if you win the next round.”

Protests and angry muttering immediately erupted from the crowd. "Twenty percent?! That's robbery!" "You?! Setting rules for us?!" In the midst of the chaos, a massive figure detached itself from the crowd. He was a burly man, two meters tall, with a bald head and a colossal battle axe slung over his shoulder, its blade dull with dried blood. He was Goro—leader of the Red Axe Gang—the most brutal and influential gang left in Malora. He strode toward Rayden, each step seeming to make the ground tremble. He stopped a few meters before him, looking down on the much smaller young man with a condescending glare.

gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

"Ah fuck, Ambrose. Harder." "Shit, Matt. You feel so good, fuck." "Harder, please. I'm going to cum." The sounds of pounding and moaning echoed in the room, filling the air of the empty night. It didn't take long for Matthew to cum all over his chest and- *ring* *ring* *ring* Matthew groaned in annoyance and blindly grabbed his phone before answering it. "Hello?" He groggily answered.