Novel & Cerita Storyville Slayer

"Take it out. Use it to stroke Finn and Sterling. I want to see you work for your pleasure." I obeyed, my hands moving in a frantic, wet rhythm as I stroked two cocks while being hammered from behind. The degradation was a drug, a high that transcended the physical pain. They called me a whore, a worthless hole, a breeding bitch for the warehouse. "You like being our shared slut, don't you, Halloway?" Miller hissed, his teeth grazing my ear. "You like that we're all going to fill you up." "Yes," I sobbed, my head tossing back. "Please... I want it all. Fill me up."

I stand still by the wall, my expression completely inscrutable as my nose catches her scent. A few moments later, Gage Slater exits the private room, hurriedly following behind her footprints, muttering in a disgusting voice, “Baby wolf, I am coming for you, hehe.” Behind the thick safety door of the tavern is a place where dark rogue stories always unfold. The hall is dimly lit and sparsely populated by the guards, making it the go-to spot for the desperately thirsty beasts to quench their dirty desires.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

They fell to one of his couches, Shaine was straddling on Raphael’s lap. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m dying to taste you,” Shaine moaned as Raphael sucked her chest. He unhooked Shaine’s bra and her breast showed to him. “You’re a little whore,” Raphael said then gripped Shaine’s hair. “Tell me what you want.” He said dangerously, his eyes burning with lust. “I w-want you, Raphael. Ughhh. Fuck your friend’s daughter. Fill me with your cock.” Raphael slapped Shaine twice before throwing a spat on her mouth, which she swallowed.

Slater asked him as his eyes began tearing up but he still remained cheerful and full of laughter, Rowland definitely knew this thug was not a normal psychopath. “That’s none of your business, just answer the damn question, who sent you or hired you?” Rowland said growing out of patience for Slater. “I told you that I'm not aware of what you’re asking me, you dumbass!” Slater said to Rowland then Rowland picked up the nailgun again and pointed it under his chin and said “One last chance, one pull and this goes through your brain from your mouth”. Slater saw the seriousness of the situation and began to make confessions about Xyla’s incident.

He wagered the vast majority of his business dealings on card games— fucking card games—and at the Gold Tooth casino, the house always won… …and the losers left in body bags. Lily gripped Rebel’s knee beneath the table. “We can’t strike up a deal with Walker Solomon. He’s a criminal.” The cougar gave a dark chuckle. “Apparently you’re not aware of the company you keep.” Lily ignored him, lowering her voice to a near whisper. “He once killed one of the Grey Wolves driving the cattle to market, all because he said he wanted a fresh steak.” That sounded like Solomon all right. He shed blood without rhyme, reason, or remorse. Rebel might have had blood on his hands, but at least he chose his ene

She spanks me hard, repeated slaps that turn my skin red and burning. “This ass is mine, Serena.” she growls. “Red for me.” She positions behind me, the cock rubbing my entrance. “Beg for it.” “Fuck me, Serena—pound my slutty cunt.” She thrusts into me deep, one stroke filling me. I scream in pleasure. She grips my hips, pounding me hard, the cock dragging against my walls, hitting deep. Our skin slaps as the bed creaks, my moans loud and filthy.

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

I asked smirking a so hit his prostate then there was a blow to my chest. "S-st... Stop, teasing" He growled yet moan at the same time. I chuckled darkly. "Did you just hit me?" I asked slowly down my strokes "Just fuck me and shut up" He hissed. I smiled in surprised. Of course I'll never deny him anything. He's my lifeline no? I slammed harder amd faster into him. Our skin slapping so hard that my thighs started iching but that wasn't anything I wasn't used to. He moaned louder pushing at my abdomen as I slapped his hands away. I held both his legs up watching myself penetrating his now pink entrance. I loved how he wrapped around me so perfectly.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.