One Shot Smut Novels & Stories

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

^Lyra^ The smell of cheap dish soap isn't just on my clothes. Including the number of shifts I've taken so far. Here I am reminded that no matter how many times I wash my hands clean, I am what the world sees. That girl behind a counter with a dirty apron and a fake smile. I leaned my head against the glass of the subway window, watching the Chicago skyline go by. I stared at my own reflection. There was no amount of concealer to hide the shadows around those eyes and I had my hair pulled back in a bun so tight it was hurting me.

I could see the elders and every other wolf including the little pups beaming with smiles but I was the only one feeling weird and off. The omega's had done Fraye's makeover perfectly well as their job per say but I must say that Fraye looked more like a human being without the makeover. With the makeover, she looked like a frog. No offense, thanks to the goddess that no one had the ability to read minds ... I wonder what the person would have been reading out now because I just felt so numb waiting for the hurdle to finish and then get done with this mating ritual. The more the time prolonged, the more anxious and nervous I became.

She opened a cabinet I hadn’t noticed before. My stomach dropped as she laid out knives, bottles of clear liquid, and a gun. “Poison,” she mused. “Acid. Or the gun. Which do you prefer?” “Mrs Smith, please,” I begged, shaking uncontrollably. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” She picked up a knife, turning it thoughtfully. “Let’s see what a real blood type looks like.” Pain exploded across my shoulder. I screamed. She laughed and cut the other side.