Sss Rank Milf Hunter Malevolent Smashes の小説・ストーリー

Hunters searching for something specific. The violation was immediate, visceral. These strangers, smelling of stale smoke and aggression, were in our home. Our sanctuary. Ransacking the place Damian had built as a fortress, a testament to his power, now breached with terrifying ease. Rage, white-hot and primal, surged through the icy fear, burning it away. This was Silas’s doing. This was his cowardly, brutal assault.

I questioned as he lit a smoke, igniting the engine of the car "I do not meddle in shit like that, and you know that, so enough talk on relationships that are not mine, want to get our dicks sucked or not" he whispered as we revved up, the uneasy feelings from my father's ever so inspiring expectations of me melted into my wolf But fuck it The pack clubhouse was foggier than I had recalled, bodies pressed on mine, hands swarmed on my waist, chest, hips, a she-wolf ground against my dick, "Having fun yet" Killian screamed into my ears, I nodded, taking another chug from the bottle, my hands slid into the chest of the she-wolf beneath me, I could not recall her name, Janet, Jenny, Jessa, I had

Her moans turned into desperate cries, her body pushing back against me, begging for more. I started pounding her pussy harder and harder, my hips slapping against her ass, the sound of our skin colliding filling the room. I watched as the red dots on her ass cheeks seemed to pulse with each thrust, and I raised my hand, bringing it down hard on her flesh, leaving a bright red handprint. '' Ahhh, Jack, don't, ahhh, ahhh, '' she cried out, her body jerking forward with the impact. I grinned, my voice laced with teasing malice. '' Why don't you like it when I slap your ass like this? '' I asked, smacking her again, even harder this time. Her moans turned into desperate screams, her body thrash

“Yes.” “I didn't know you were home; Joe and I were at the club today. If I knew you were home, I was gonna tell you to join. There was this Jamaican chick there. She had the biggest natural ass I've ever seen. And I know that's your type. I even took a video for you. I'll send it to you now—” “Zahn.” Hunter squeezed the space between his eyes. “I only came back a few hours ago. And we're talking business right now, why are you talking about Jamaicans?”

He grabs my arm roughly and pulls me up, grabbing on my breasts hard so I whimper. "Mmm you smell good when you are a little afraid" he says and chuckles and licks me on the side of my neck. I resist to shiver and just glare at Holly, she looks disgusted by the scene. The hunter licks his lips and whispers something to Holly and she nods. The hunter walks to the bed and presses his foot on a pedal and moves it to the center of the room before stepping on the pedal once more and locking it in place.

For the first time, Valerius’s composure faltered, his mask tilting askew. Chloe screamed, “Valerius!” The sound cut through the masquerade like a blade. Sylas turned his head, silver eyes gleaming, fangs bared in a feral smile. “Hear that? Even your little mortal cries for you.” Valerius’s answer was a snarl, deeper and darker than Chloe had ever heard. With a surge of power, he broke Sylas’s grip and threw him back, marble shattering as Sylas hit the floor.

I wanted to ruin him — to pound that tight asshole until he forgot his own name, to mark him with bites and cum until he smelled like nothing but me, to knot him so deep and full no other Alpha would ever dare touch what I was claiming tonight. I ripped my shirt off in one savage yank, baring my broad, scarred chest, and stalked toward him. In seconds I had Riven hauled off the floor and thrown onto the bed. His legs were wrenched wide apart, knees pushed back, exposing his slick-shining asshole completely. My cock was already rock-hard, thick and veiny, the flushed head leaking pre-cum in heavy beads. I rubbed the swollen tip through the mess of slick coating his twitching hole.

He didn’t bother with modesty or shame. Shifters never did. He looked directly at her—smiled. And Kiera’s stomach dropped. It was the kind of smile that said he’d smelled her fear long before he arrived. “Well,” he drawled, brushing dirt from his palms as if he hadn’t just come from hunting. “The quiet little ghost-girl.” Kiera’s pulse roared in her ears. His scent hit her next—a mixture of pine, blood, and something coldly familiar. Hunter metal. Her fingers curled into fists.

Zara said in a shocked tone “SSSHHH!!!!” Sunny said with the gun on his lips. Zara eyes widen as she recognized his tone. His voice echoed in her ears, then it struck her, he was ‘HIM’ “Yes, Zara, I’m your misfortune…” Sunny said glaring at her. And a laugh so evil and cruel came out of him. “But you know what! the biggest misfortune of life, happened to me and your death will suffice it!” Sunny said with hatred in his eyes and he pulled the trigger once more.

Meph curves his lips into a tamed, harmless smile-- The audience could be really useful to him. The more they were riled up, the better actually. He felt like he was back in his bedroom, no longer a “hero” in the Tiral, but that top streamer again, manipulating emotions for big, easy money. Just like now. The vicious cursing finally slowed down, and some other tone appeared here and there. HDzwZvx: [You are so cool, pretty boy. I like you in the little red hoodie!]