Sportacus X Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

I don’t know how I don’t throw up just saying those words. “If our Luna wants it our Luna will get it.” Dominic states. “If he proves his worth and our Luna wants to be a little cock slut we will allow our Luna to feel everything she desires.” Lucas states rubbing me through my leggings thinking the wetness he feels is for him. “I feel how wet you are, my love, maybe we should take you before the meeting huh?”

The tide of spectators shifted, their allegiance pivoting to Rebbeca as they became caught up in the intensity of the moment. Rebbeca basked in the spotlight, a triumphant smirk curling her lips as she reveled in the adoration washing over her. The swell of cheers fueled her determination, encouraging her with newfound vigor. Yet, amidst the crowd’s cheers, a subtle movement caught Roxcy’s eye. Sensing a momentary lapse in Rebbeca’s focus, Roxcy quickly seized the opportunity. With a lightning-quick maneuver, Roxcy utilized the ropes surrounding the ring to her advantage. In a calculated twist, she propelled herself forward, her momentum culminating in a forceful headbutt aimed squarely at R

I was also aiming for him. I dodged his attack. I hit the puck, my chest heaving. And then I heard it. The voice of that hypocritical bastard. The announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, Jax seems to not be ready to go down without a fight. We now have one mark each for each team and one last period to take on. But before that, a short ad break to showcase our sponsors."

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

Roxy Kane was no longer pretending to be tough. She lay sprawled across the wide metal bench on her back, legs forced wide apart and held open by Jax and Riley’s strong hands. Her firm ass and thighs glowed an angry, throbbing red from countless spankings. Both her holes, pussy and ass gaped openly, red and swollen, leaking a steady mix of her own juices and the winners’ spit. Her platinum-blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and her once-sharp blue eyes were now glassy and unfocused. Her own futa cock, still rock-hard despite everything, lay twitching against her toned stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum. Carla “The Crusher” Morales stood between Roxy’s spread thighs lik

And my instincts told me—it was very likely my own. Jack, growing even more enraged, stomped his foot down directly on top of it and spat, "This farce needs to end! Where is Laura? Let her come out and confront me!" Sam lifted his head, pointed at the ground, and shouted, "Then look here! She's right here! Beneath your feet!" As he continued digging, a fully intact human head slowly revealed itself. Jack stepped back abruptly, stumbling a few steps as he trembled. "What… what is this?"

“All I can think of that’s changed is the founders of Hectric are here. We know Becky’s exe has stalked her in the past. Perhaps he’s here for her?” Rob made an animalistic sound as he fit pieces together in his gear on his person. “Then he’ll learn he’s in the wrong the hard way.”

Relief floods me immediately. “It must be my lucky day, I get three for the price of one,” the man chuckles, his voice makes my skin crawl and I try to struggle out of his hold again but I am rewarded with a splitting pain in my head, “She is a feisty one, isn’t she? Probably a screamer.” There is a growl and the man chuckles again, “Alpha Reynolds, let me introduce myself. I am Lucas, the man who is going to bring you to justice.”

Lord Dragnon asked as he walked toward Robbert. He wiped the blood off his lips, then suddenly launched at Robbert. He threw a punch with as much force as he could muster, but before it could reach him, Robbert suddenly vanished. Robbert reappeared on his right and slammed his fist into his father's head. Lord Dragnon crashed face-down into the ground, then received a heavy kick to the side. The kick not only sent him flying toward a wall in the room but also pulled a large tile from the ground. Robbert kicked the tile toward Lord Dragnon, and the large slab slammed into his face.

And grab the baseball bat, ready to hit the robbers. "Roberta?" My voice is thin. The kitchen door opens. It's Roberta. She is listening to something on her phone as she cooks the food. She smiles and says something along the lines of ‘I got to hang up’. There is a chair on the landing that Austin sits on blearily. “I thought there were robbers in the house,” I say. “We wish, then we can kick their ass,” Austin says, grinning. Roberta laughs weakly. I like how differently Roberta fills the chair. She is one-third of Ryan’s size and dresses in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.