Ship Spike Novels & Stories

Spike has got this girl pregnant, his so called mate and not even marked her. “What about the baby?” She looks completely heartbroken, I hope for his sake he is her mate, otherwise I’ll kick his ass to the rebel camp myself. “Just give me some time!” He kisses her on the cheek and starts to break off from their embrace. I need to get rid of these bags and make it look like I’ve not been standing here, spying in on their private moment.

Things were just going better. Her moans became louder and louder as he increased his pace at one time and then slowed down. He then rolled his hips hitting just the right spot in her causing her to moan his name. Blair was the epitome of ecstasy in her body as her lips slightly parted and her toes curled as he thrusted with that agonizingly slow pace.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

But they stood like a living wall, blocking our only exit, their silence more terrifying than any battle cry. "Up," I said, pointing to a platform of light that pulsed at our feet. My hand was shaking, and I gripped Kaden’s arm just to feel the solid reality of his leather bracer. "We have to think 'up'. The Spire responds to intent now, not effort."

Concern etched deeper lines on Michael’s face as he observed her trembling, little frame. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he inquired once more, his gaze drawn to her clenched fists on her Bible. Sophia shook her head, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “I-I…” she faltered, her breath caught in her throat. “I have a vibrator inside me,” she finally confessed. Michael’s heart skipped a beat. He recoiled as he absorbed her words. His mind struggled to comprehend the gravity of her revelation.

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.