Pucca X Garu Fanart Novels & Stories

Taking in the sight of his goddess, her purple and white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Red eyes unseeing as she worked them both higher. Puca knew that the next orgasm that he could feel tightening up inside of his testicles was going to be the most powerful one yet. He was glad he had the stamina to make it this far with her, to give her the magics that she would need for whatever was coming.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

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Like a neon flash light, he’d gone from frowning to relaxed face. His brown leather jacket is gone, tossed somewhere inside, leaving his arms bare in the short sleeved shirt, covered in black ink. In the low light of the garage, the tattoos look foreign, like a mess of Chinese characters I can’t make sense of. They aren’t pretty. They look dangerous. He looks dangerous. The ink runs down his forearms, disappearing into the skin of his knuckles, where veins flex and shift with every move. Layers of silver ring line his fingers.

He was balancing a pizza box on one arm and a bag of popcorn under the other. His jacket was half-open, and his shirt hugged his muscular chest in a way that made my pulse spike. His hair was a little messy. He had a small, knowing smirk on his face. My heart did one slow, hard kick against my ribs. I knew I was staring. I couldn't stop. Jax's smirk deepened. He looked me over, his eyes staying on my face. "You know, honey," he rasped, his voice a low, husky rumble. "I'm all yours to look at. But maybe let me in first."

Frowning down at it, I flipped it over—and froze. It was a child’s drawing with colorful crayons. It was a mimic of the painting Andrea had commissioned for the twins’ birthday, but next to the twins, Luca had added a caricature with dark hair that had to be Nora. On the other side was a man with hair he’d colored in with gray crayon. The man was holding a cane and had on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. I swallowed, staring at the picture. “Is this—” “You,” Luca confirmed.

He leaned down and sucked on my painted nipple, biting gently. I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched around him. My juices mixed with the paint, creating a messy masterpiece on the drop cloth beneath us. Luca didn’t stop. He fucked me through my orgasm, then pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees. He slammed back inside me from behind, gripping my hips as he railed me. “Look at the mess we’re making,” he groaned. “My paint, my cum, your juices. This is art.”

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