Ship Spike Novels & Stories

Spencer thought for a while and said, "this is actually the first time I'm going to have sex with an escort so I didn't remember to get a condom. I'll just stop by the hospital tomorrow morning and see a doctor and I'll also make sure you take the morning-after pill before you leave. Hope you understand what I'm saying?" Tisha nodded, "yes I do." She could see that Spencer was very anxious and his hands were shaking. He went ahead to take off his boxers and Tisha's eyes widened in shock when she saw his d*ck. She couldn't help but fear that tonight was going to be quite long for her. Spencer quickly went for her shoes and took them off. Tisha sighed in relief as it had almost been an impossi

Logan's suspicion was palpable, prompting Jock to retract his clairvoyance. 'That guy is something else!' Observing Logan on the ship's surveillance footage, Jock noticed a subtle smile playing on the edge of Logan's lips. "What is he trying to do?" Jock pondered this as an alarm blared inside the ship. "What's the status?" A super spaceship, constructed with biomaterials, operated with pre-warning systems, akin to a God Grader. The triggered alarm indicated imminent danger. Jock hastily pressed a few buttons. "Ship detection system engaged. Raised to Nightmare Level. Ship offensive system engaged. Charging… Charging complete… Ready to fire!"

Mia worked my cock with her mouth, covering my Johnson with her saliva. She showed Brooke and me how she loved giving sloppy head. My cock dripped with her spit. “Now put it back between her tits and fuck them like you fucked mine,” moaned Mia. One hand went straight to her cunt and the other to Brooke’s cunt. My cock returned to Brooke’s cleavage. The amount of spit that Mia had coated my boner with was amazing and a great lubricant for me to screw Brooke’s tits. Brooke had her fingers crossed as she held her breasts around my pumping cock. “Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman.

It was clear by her expression that she knew damn well what he had in mind. “I suggest,” he said, “That the victor be the first one to reach and touch the Spire.” “The spire?” someone asked, confused. The spire was a silver object right next to the supply drop area. It served as a beacon, a sort of directional monument for the supply drop from the sky. Other than that, it didn’t have any real purpose. “Why the spire?” someone asked. “Why not?” Viktor shrugged. “It’s out in the open. It’s near the supply drop. It will be very hard for the contestants to reach, given its wide open location.”

Mama is coming. "The Spire is guarded by a shield," Isaac whispered as we reached the base of a massive tower that disappeared into the clouds. "It’s made of the same energy as the Crown. If you touch it, it will fry your brain." "I’ve survived the Crown twice," I said. "I can handle a shield."

A jagged red line arcing upward from the Dead City. "I tracked the trajectory of the Golden Drop-ship," I explained. I pointed to the line. "It did not head for the Obsidian Citadel's prison intake. It did not head for the interrogation centers in the Industrial District." I traced the line as it pierced the cloud layer. "It ascended vertically. Altitude: 10,000 feet. Destination: The Celestial Spire." "The Apex," Barzil breathed. He stepped away from Viggo. He looked at the map. His golden eyes narrowed, pupils contracting.

His hands was shoved into his hoodie as they both entered into the lobby of the building, there were a lot of people in the lobby also lining up to get tickets, Spade looked ahead seeing that if they stood here, they wouldn't leave on time. He turned to look at Nate who was looking at the whole place, his eyes darting around the room, he looked up at the high up ceiling and Spade's eyes landed on his Adam apple as he felt himself go stiff, his mind bringing up images that was making his whole body burn with desire.

It didn't make a sound as it entered our world, but the sheer gravity of its presence caused the glass in the War Room to crack. "The First Reaper," I whispered. A message appeared on every screen in the city—and inside the minds of every living being. **[PROPERTY RE-ACQUIRED. COMMENCING BIO-INTEGRATION.]** --- ### The Descent The ship didn't fire lasers. It didn't drop bombs. It dropped **Spores**. Thousands of glowing green pods began to fall from the belly of the obsidian insect, drifting down like lethal dandelion seeds. They landed in the parks, on the rooftops, and in the crowded streets of the Intersection.

He just pulled back, and another hand took its place. "We're overrun," Vance said, checking his magazine. "Two rounds left." "Use the flare gun," I said, handing him my launcher. "Against a mob?" "Against the spores," I said. "Fire keeps them back." Suddenly, the ship lurched. It wasn't the kelp pulling us down. It was a vibration. A hum that started deep in the keel and rattled the teeth in my skull. The light outside changed. The moonlight on the water vanished.

Reducing me to nothing. A shiver runs down my spine, different from those of the day. It is not a shiver of acute fear, nor the excited memory of a forbidden sensation. It is a shiver of immediate, almost organic submission. A physiological, deep response. My body reacts before my mind, before the revolt that could—that should—arise. A sudden, artificial, imposed fatigue falls upon my shoulders like a leaden cloak.