Spike X Smolder Novels & Stories

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

Its odor would've been unbearable if the artifact was a fluke. Ignis held the skewered meat over his other hand and muttered a spell that cooked it. Mariana could hear the meat's sizzle, and soon her nose was also being bombarded by its smoky scent. Ignis then handed it to her when it got cooked. The moment she tasted it, her tastebuds immediately appreciated its mild salty taste and slightly burnt taste. It was just a simple dish, but for Mariana, it was heavenly. "Shir Ignish, thish ish sho good… and whaf ish that shpell?!"

The ginger head then finally noticed Lucas standing behind with Evy. “Ah Luke, this is the new roommate I had told you about, Augustus, and Auggie, this is Lucas, my very good friend and the owner of the building.” Austin introduced formally and the boy called Augustus let out a small gasp, as he realized that the stingy old man that he kept scandalizing all this time, was actually the young, emo looking boy next to him. “Hi Lucas.” The brown haired greeted sheepishly, with flushed cheeks, while internally cursing his loud mouth.

************************* "Tomorrow's the big day huh?" "Yeah," Rico smiled. "Woulda been today but, I let everyone go home for the holidays. Once we wrap up shooting tomorrow, the first episode of The Spark goes live," he grinned, clicking his glass with Jessi's. "It's gonna be a bang." Jessi took a sip and relaxed, dropping her glass on the stool between them. She'd replaced Sofia and Ryan on the recliner and they'd been speaking since then. "Hey, Rico didn't know you guys were here."

He asked. When the line remained silent he asked, anxiously, who the hell this was. Spike laughed. "Who do you think it is? Of course, it's me. Spike Horrel. I heard you've been searching everywhere for me. So sad this happened. That means I won. I beat you at your own game. You didn't see it coming... Right?" Lorenzo growled, hissing. "I should have known it was you. Motherfucker. Coward. What do you want from my wife? Let her go and I'll forgive you. And I'll spare your miserable life. I give you my word."

The prairie is every bit as dangerous as the sea, and here, sharks hide in every shadow. The scent of smoke hits my lungs, and I slow, lifting my head to take a deep breath. Something is on fire. I come to a stop and inhale a few more times. The scent of burning timber registers. This isn’t a grass fire. It smells like the forest after a lightning strike. But there is no forest near us. It has to be a structure fire. Another whiff brings the milder scent of burning leather–and then a fainter note of fur and flesh. “What is that?” Kan asks through the mind-link.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

WARNING: Group Sex (FFFxMMM), Multiple Partners, Spanking, Choking, Rough Sexual Content, Creampies, Vulgar Language, Objectification. The Azure Queen cut through the midnight swells with a rhythmic grace, but the real storm was brewing inside the Captain's private quarters. The air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, salt air, and a heavy, mounting musk that made my skin prickle. My two best friends, Maya and Sarah, and I had chartered this vessel for a month of luxury, but tonight, we had decided to claim a different kind of service.