Sero X Deku Novels & Stories

XO ***

"Ahhhhh! Serena, did you see it?! Celia’s crush is actually Xavier!" ***

She was screaming now, her voice hoarse and broken. "I can feel you both!" Sera cried out. "Every time Knox thrusts into you, Axel, I feel you go deeper! It's too much!" "You can take it, princess." I said breathlessly. "You're doing so well." That was the most erotic sight ever and Jaxon was watching from nearby, stroking his cock while he played with Sera's pussy, his fingers rubbing her clit while Axel was fucking her hard. "Look at you three." Jaxon said with a dark chuckle. "So fucking beautiful together."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“How… how do we stop it? How do we stop her?” “We have a plan,” Nero says, though there’s a hint of doubt in his voice. “He used his Alpha Sight on Seraphine, saw everything she was hiding. He knows how many packs are infected, how to get rid of them, and the cleansing spell we need to use. But it’s not going to be easy, Camellia. It’s going to take everything we’ve got.”

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

Sequoia began handing out energy drinks she had made for them. “This would help your wrecked internal organs.” Sequoia said as Celestia assisted her, she hugged her mate who returned her hug as he huffed. “You almost killed my mate! Divine mother I love you but not so much right now.” She huffed as she wiped her tears. Seris laughed at her antics. “Save your tears for tomorrow. Rest up tomorrow we would be going at 50 percent from the get-go.” Seris said as multiple groans were heard as she left to also rest.

I gave him a serious and sharp look to support what I just said. “Is it truly one of your capabilities as half-Arcturian, Xerra?” he now asked with a low tone of his voice. One corner of my lips turned upward. “So, my name is known even to the Furezos, huh?” “Don’t feed your ego just because you’re half-Arcturian and you can do more than any average Aryan being. To top it off, I think it’s such a waste that you’re being an elite warrior for the King, in which it makes you presenting the wrong side.”

“It's OK. You don't have to explain. I'm here now, and I will never leave you again.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “You promise?” “Yes, I promise.” Zeek's wolf was breathing hard. It was taking everything in him not to rip Kitty's clothes off and fuck her in the open. Xerxes tried to reach out to Meadow, but it was like she was gone. Kitty was busy admiring the beauty of her mate. Ezekiel was really the hottest guy she had ever seen. Not even Mitch could hold a candle next to him. “You're so handsome,” she whispered.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,