Pan X Trunks Novels & Stories

Tristan went to pick out some underwear, holding up various styles, occasionally asking Trevor’s opinion, and Trevor would nod, or shake his head, or offer a comment with a familiar ease that made my guts twist. Then, Trevor suddenly grabbed a stacked box of condoms from a nearby display and, with a knowing smirk, dropped it into the basket Tristan was holding. I saw how Tristan glared at Trevor, but Trevor just winked, and Tristan, exasperated, rolled his eyes before shaking his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

That empty feeling I’ve been trying to ignore closes further. “Deep breath baby girl.” I breathe in. “And let it out.” Phoenix guides me and I do as he says. I breathe out slowly as his cock head presses against my back hole. I’m already so full of Trax that it seems impossible that he will fit, but he keeps up the pressure until his widest part pops through my tight ring. Holy crap. Willows claws slip out and dig into Trax’ shoulders. Thank heavens he is built like a bulldozer because a lesser man would be mauled to bits in minutes.