Space Raptor Butt Invasion Novels & Stories

R H Y K E R My eyes are drawn to the sunset laying down in the sky as I smoke my electronic cigarette, I fell on the couch with my arm supporting my head while closing my eyes shut in order to breathe in peace and silence outside of the hospital garden, with colourful flowers and fountain. My mind went to the woman who captivated me, taking me to her body. Just the thought of her wearing a white blouse, hair up for work, her glasses on to see well since she's far-sighted and those full pink lips begging me to destroy, branding them with my mouth. Fuck. She's lovely and didn't change after all, except her hair and the butterfly tattoo on the other side of her neck. The butterfly tattoo suited

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Julie. "It is said that all Alien royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Gina and Julie immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Julie thought about it, she had yet to see a Alien with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Alex. Even within the crowd of Alien who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

But I agree with Wendy, I think Alpha Cory is hiding there. “But because I’m the Tracker Extraordinaire, there’s more,” Tracker says smugly. “My mate’s the fucking bomb,” Raptor says, ducking his head into the video and kissing her quickly. “You’re so fucking sexy when you find the bad guys for me to take out.” “Before you take your mate and show her how sexy you find her, Raptor, can we hear who she found?” I ask. “Yeah, and don’t forget, you have extra sparring training again tonight,” he says to me.

"Alright, let's get going then." Curiosity piqued, I finished my beer and turned to Raptor. "Where are we headed?" I inquired, eager for answers. "I'll show you," Raptor said with a mischievous tone. Without warning, he swiftly lifted me off my feet, tossing me over his shoulder in a playful manner. The impact of his hand on my backside stung, eliciting a surprised yelp from me. "Hey!" I protested, my voice filled with both surprise and discomfort. The sensation lingered, leaving my rear end throbbing. "What on earth do you think you're doing? That hurt. Put me down!"

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

One thing is clear. Hunter Ysrael is oblivious to personal space. Is it because he has none? Does he let a lot of women invade his personal boundary like this? Or is he usually the one acting on the invading? It makes sense, really, and I am glad we didn’t get to go any further than touching when that nightcrawler literally creeped up on us.

His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food. “He was trying to kidnap our Rebecca, don’t you see?” the bald one stated. “Unhand me immediately,” Jacob said in a low threatening voice. “You got the nerve to talk after what we caught you doing?!” the hairy guy bellowed, raising his hand, about to strike Jacob. “Stop James! He wasn’t trying to hurt me. Leave him, John.” Rebecca yelled weakly. The hefty dudes known as James and John stared at each other and then at Rebecca.

“Your mom’s more stubborn than a constipated rhino with attitude. She’s still fighting.” The baby sneezed. “Don’t you sass me, tiny meatball.” Bain chuckled. And that was the first sound of laughter in the war room in weeks. Vulture spun toward Viktor. “Prep the infiltration team. Full silent op. I want every bastard on-site tranquilized, tagged, and crying for their ancestors before sunrise.” “Already drafting the entry map,” Viktor said. Vulture looked back to the screen. “Organ harvesting, child trafficking, cocaine cupcakes, underage hit squads. Jesus. What’s next? Baby fight clubs?”

I hummed in response, "You engineers should know how to solve these problems. Haven't you already developed a robot or something that can help you out?" "First of all," Erica snorted with childish amusement as she pushed the call button for the elevator, "some moron used his funding to develop a robot with the sole purpose of jerking him off. Needless to say, the department cut off his funding after that. Secondly, a vibrator lacks human touch. I crave human touch." "Tacos will not give you human touch," I deadpanned as the chrome doors opened. "No, but it will full me and if I can't have sex then I can at least have food..." Erica's sentence trailed when she caught sight of who was already

I pinched my nipples, spreading my legs apart for him, my pussy pulsed as I watched Hunt stroke his big cock. "Fuck me hard," I instructed him and he did just that as he plunged deep inside of me. This wasn't slow love-making like the other night. This was dark and animalistic. He grunted and I moaned. I scraped my nails across his back as he trusted deep inside of my wet pussy, the only sounds filling the room were our bodies slapping against each other and our ragged breaths.