Mortal Kombat Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.” He traced her tummy that bulged with his forefinger where his ten-inch maddening shaft was deeply buried, perfectly fitted inside her. "I'm finally back inside you..." Mort flashed a satisfying smile when he felt her cum in his first thrust, a mushy, hot, white liquid running down between her legs and enwrapped his big and thick rod. "Put your legs on my shoulder, babe," he commanded. Sumire's nail was buried in his flesh, scratching his back. An orb of tears rolled down on her right cheek welcoming back his thrust. His huge size still hurts her. Mort then leaned, licked her tears off, and kissed her lips, exploring and fighting with her to

I frowned angrily and looked at Mortas. "You're an asshole, fucking temptress," I growled and crawled away from him. His laughter followed me out of his room and into mine. I slammed my door shut and rubbed my eyes. There was a knock at my door and it opened to Mortas standing there with his sated cock dangling between his legs. "Honestly I didn't expect us to, well not for it to get out of hand but we both needed it badly, so thank you and please don't mention it to Dane," he says sincerely. I frowned looking at him, his release running down my leg.

I do not believe anyone expected her to light the wood as she and her dragon had claimed. I wanted Mortus to suffer. I wanted him to bleed, have his eyes ripped from his head, watch his blood trickle to the sands below in the sparring rink. Feel every pull as I took his fangs and strapped them to a necklace around my neck, proving to all that I will destroy anyone that touches what is mine.

"You can go ahead with the cleansing ritual but make sure you look into the real problem here. Ridiculing those rejected by their mates is wrong. Make a law to stop it. It was their fear of being ridiculed and humiliated that made them lie. Anyway, things happen for a reason. I leave you all in peace." I touched Jasper's face, cupping his cheeks. I was still finding it hard to believe that he was alive and that we were now mates. "I love you with all my heart, Jasper Draven."I grinned. A happy tear rippled down my cheek. "I can't believe we're mates." Jasper smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear. "It feels like a dream. I promise to love you forever, Gwen Blackthorn."

He fell to the floor, clutching at his wounds as blood poured from his body. “You dared to harm my mate,” Mo said, her voice cold and unfeeling. “This is the price you pay.” With one final shift, Morana and I merged into a form larger and more powerful than anything we’d ever been before. Our jaws closed around his neck, and with a savage twist, we ended his pathetic existence. The room was silent now, save for the sound of my heavy breathing. Blood coated every inch of my fur, and the bodies of our enemies lay in a gruesome display of our wrath.

"I don't usually have mortal sex. Too messy." And too dangerous. Malcolm dragged his gaze away from the doll's beautifully shaped breasts. Maybe Jacob was right and he should enjoy himself with one of the lady Vamps. If mortals could pretend this doll was alive, maybe he could do the same with a vampire. But how could a dead woman warm his soul?

I fought back fiercely, my mental defenses fortified by the unbreakable bond I shared with Cassian. /Crack!/ Their manipulative tendrils met my resistance, splintering against the might of my will. I seized their memories, reshaping their fears into ephemeral illusions. Their mental cries mixed with the thunderous roars of our psychic duel, creating a symphony of pain and determination. /Kaboom!/ I retaliated, my own assault unyielding. I disoriented them, casting a veil of confusion over their thoughts. My mind became a battleground, where the clash of powers reverberated like a cosmic struggle between light and darkness.

End of fucking discussion. I look around my cheery kitchen. At the life I’m systematically building for myself here, brick by agonizing brick. I hated the flat on the creaky old promenade. It was spooky, lonely, and frankly, depressing. And even though I’m alone all the time, even here, this place feels full of something vital. It is alive, and I am not lonely. “From what I know,” he hesitantly goes on, his voice a quiet rumble, “my life force will be intrinsically tied to yours if we complete the mating. You will become immortal, and when I die, if I ever die, you will die.”

‘Talk about fucking things up you stupid bitch! My eyes darted between the two angry Alphas in front of me, with an angry upcoming Alpha standing naked behind them, a sly smirk upon his face, knowing he had just killed the man I wanted. I knew right now I was fucked. I couldn’t help but wish Miles had killed me too…

I watched, my eyes wide, as he took his primal warrior form, their bodies twisting upon the silk sheets. His boiling, golden ichor poured from his body into hers.