Trickster Mode Novels & Stories

I don't want to have any connection with Travis anymore. *******

I consciously stiffen my cock and lie back while I turn the transmitter off. "My god, you're ready for more!" Tracy says, wasting no time as she swings one leg over me and straddles my torso. "I've been wanting to ride this monster all morning." She smiles as she kneels down and lowers herself onto my erect shaft. Her steamy pussy sheaths my cock in a hot, liquid cocoon, further hardening my rod without any help from me. God, I love my transmitter!

“Then act like it — you’ll be moving into my house tomorrow.” The system blinked red in front of me. > [Mission Accepted.] [Welcome to Level Two: Domestic Disaster Mode.]

she whispered. The concern in her voice – concern for me despite her own dire situation – struck something deep within me. I brushed my knuckles gently against her cheek, a gesture more tender than any I'd allowed myself in years. "Always am," I replied with forced lightness, then slipped into the forest to eliminate the threat. Three scouts moved uncertainly through unfamiliar territory. I circled behind, using the wind to mask my scent. My wolf urged me to shift fully, but I resisted. The partial transformation gave me enhanced strength while maintaining human strategic thinking – a deadly combination I'd perfected over the years.

I consciously stiffen my cock and lie back while I turn the transmitter off. "My god, you're ready for more!" Tracy says, wasting no time as she swings one leg over me and straddles my torso. "I've been wanting to ride this monster all morning." She smiles as she kneels down and lowers herself onto my erect shaft. Her steamy pussy sheaths my cock in a hot, liquid cocoon, further hardening my rod without any help from me. God, I love my transmitter!

“Will you please say the glass is half full for once instead of being so damn negative?” “I’m realistic, not negative.” I roll my eyes as I continue packing. “Whatever,” I mumble under my breath. Honestly, there is no use even arguing with him when he’s like this. We have decided that if we want to really disappear, we need to fly to Vegas where Stace has another fake passport contact. Unfortunately, we need money to do this, and if we don’t withdraw all the money now they will easily be able to trace where we go. The guy who made my last passport has obviously ratted us out. It’s no coincidence that they found us. They have traced my bank card usage by matching it with my fake name.

This was insane… “The hell is that I want to have you. So… Get the fuck over this bullshit game of yours already and let us move on. Can you do that?” Tristan looked really dangerous suddenly. “I’m not playing. I’m not playing any game with you. What on earth is wrong with you?”

Mechanical through the modulator. “Welcome home, traitor.”

Alex jumped, nearly spilling his satchel. “Was that..?” “Trisha,” I said before he could finish. “She’s in stealth mode today. Decided she wanted to train like a shadow assassin.” “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “She has a foam sword now. I’d run.” As if summoned, the front door burst open and Trisha rolled across the floor like a feral tumbleweed in a pink tunic and war paint on her cheeks. Her eyes locked on Alex, narrowed in deadly focus.

“He wanted to embarrass her. Humiliate her. He probably thought no one would believe him. He needed proof. How would he get proof?” “We’re assuming they didn’t have cameras,” Christopher said. “No cell phones to document the whole sordid mess.” “Definitely not. Does anyone know what Heph’s powers were?” “Blacksmithing and metalworking,” Christopher answered. “He built a cage and trapped her in it. That’s one way to keep her out of another guy’s bed.” I grinned. “Very dark. Very vengeful.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I think it would be deserved.”