South Park Damien X Pip Novels & Stories

My peach gives me a knowing look as if to say yes the pout is cute but now is not the time. “Now that the kids are finaly down for naps I have something I want to talk to you all about.” Durani tells them both, making them sit up a little straighter “Damien is clearly not in the right mind set and im starting to think it might have something to do with your mom” her voice is strong and even as she talks about the women whos been locked in the basement of one of the Lopez/Santiago warehouses.

“Who?” “My Spanish friend,” Simon said. “The one you used to bully in high school.” Recognition dawned. Damon burst into laughter. “Shit. Dork Xavier?” Simon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You call him that. But he’s not a dork anymore.” He leaned against the wall. “He’s built now. Like… really built.” Damon grinned. “No way. I can’t wait to see him. I kinda miss his dorky ass.”

“As much as I want to hear your voice I don't think my ears could take any more of your hollering.” “YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! LET ME GO!” Spittle sprayed from his lips as he shouted at my face. But since time was precious, I didn’t wipe it instead I pushed his brother’s tongue on his wide-open mouth before quickly covering it with the duck tape. I stared at him in amusement as he was making a disgusting gagging noise. “It's not that gross you know. Just imagine you're swapping spit with your girlfriend.” His eyes almost bulged from its socket the second I mention a girlfriend. I tilted my head. “I know your girlfriend,” I said in a flat voice.

Theo said, placing his hand on Xavier's chest, and praying he didn't knot Damien. Theo lets out a breath of relief when Xavier easily slips out of Damien, and he doesn't see a knot. Theo drapes the house coat over Damien's back then helps stick his arms in. "A-are you sure he didn't just pee?" Xavier stutters out, feeling a little lightheaded as he steps back. "Oh yes that's right, I just pissed myself, because MEN PISSE OUT OF THEIR FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Damien glared at his Alpha, who he wanted to knock upside his head. Xavier's dick was inside him when his water broke. He must have felt it, as it gushed out of him. 'How in the world could he possibly have thought that was piss?!'

Only for me to see something I never bargained for. Damien was in my bathroom, his lips slightly opened like he was groaning and mike on his knees sucking his dick. He had captioned. “Good dick sucker but you are the best” What the fuck!

Harris lowers himself into the chair opposite Damien, his movements deliberate but tense. “What do you want?” Harris’s voice is low, almost a growl. Damien leans back slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in something that could be a smile—or a smirk. “I should be asking you that,” Damien replies coolly. His tone is steady, unnervingly calm. “I’m not the one behind bars.” Harris flinches but quickly recovers, narrowing his eyes. “Is this your idea of a joke?” Damien tilts his head, examining Harris with an almost clinical detachment. His black hair is neatly combed, his suit immaculate—a sharp contrast to Harris’s wrinkled prison uniform and unshaven face.

He wasn’t here to eat; he was here because Leo expected him to be. He was rubbing his temples slowly, eyes pressed shut as if trying to push back a headache. Leo bounced in the chair beside him, already digging into a bowl of cereal, completely oblivious. "Grandpa Vance said the puppy is coming today! Right, Papa?" Damien’s eyes opened—slowly, painfully. They found me first. That same sharp, startling connection from last night flashed between us, alive in the quiet morning air. Then his gaze dropped to Leo. "Right," Damien said, his voice rough. "But it’s too early for screaming, Leo."

“This womb is mine now. Sophia can never have her friend back.” My phone buzzed again on the nightstand. Another text from Sophia, followed by a video call request. Damien pulled out with a wet pop, cum gushing from my ruined pussy onto the sheets. He grabbed the phone, answering the video call while I was still face-down, ass up, leaking his seed. “Morning, princess,” he said casually, angling the camera so only his face showed. His free hand reached down and pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt, scooping out his cum and feeding it to me. I sucked obediently, tasting the filthy mix while trying not to moan.

"Disperse, and dare not summon me under such pretenses again." As the members filed out, hushed conversations buzzed among them. One official leaned toward his colleague, whispering, "Xander mirrors his father, Alaric. He's just as stubborn and spoiled. But I won't stand idle as he breaks our laws just because he is boss. If he refuses to deal with Sarah, then perhaps it's upon us to act." Meanwhile, in the solitude of his quarters, Damian sat with a storm of conflict raging within him. His thumb hovered over the contact labeled "Vincent." Retrieving Vincent's number was a choice he had made impulsively after what he saw happening between Xander and Sarah.

“Not good enough. I’ve waited two years to have you like this. You’re going to earn every orgasm tonight.” Damien climbed onto the bed, straddling her waist without putting his full weight on her. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. Aria’s eyes widened. He was huge — long, thick, veined, with a flushed head already leaking precum. Far bigger than anything she had imagined in her late-night fantasies. “See what you do to me?” he said, stroking himself slowly from base to tip. A bead of precum dripped onto her stomach. “This cock has been hard for you every damn day in that office. Now open that pretty mouth.”