Twilight Sparkle X Spike Novels & Stories

On the other hand, he is so pampered, feared and loved in this town that if he accidentally bumped into someone, they would probably be the ones apologizing to him and not the other way around. Okay, yes, the spoiled thing I got from all the internet research I've been doing this weekend on the guy. I was bored, okay? He keeps staring at me and I stare back at the jerk, straight into his electric blue eyes filled with anger, hatred and what looks like a hint of pain. He also has freckles on his nose that I hadn't seen at the funeral because I was so far away. But up close, wow, they suit him and somehow make him look more attractive. He has full pink lips that I wouldn't mind tasting sometim

The place was massive, carved from a single moonstone structure, with glittering columns and mirrored archways that shimmered with soft enchantments. The moment we arrived, the air shimmered with movement. Pixies—glided through the space on translucent wings, skin the color of midnight and eyes gleaming like cut crystal. They worked with fierce precision, pinning silks and slicing threads midair with enchanted shears. I nearly shrieked with delight when I spotted Astrea flying toward us, a wide grin on her face. She swooped too fast—slamming into me and knocking us both into a heap on the polished floor.

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

This time, she appeared apologetic. "Spike is a Santi. Trinity blood. Are you aware of how powerful he is? He can protect you without anyone touching a strand of your dry hair," Mira joked, clearly taken aback by Faey's advice. She took a step closer to us while waving. "Angela Faey of House Deadlock, be careful what you say to The Drift and always remember which house you are from. D.E.A.D.L.O.C.K."

We started up the stairs and I said, "Spike loves to follow me up the stairs at night so he can see my pussy from behind." Kendra squealed and looked behind us to see spike's smiling face. Kendra stopped and turned around and had me turn around and face spike before she said, "Spike, do you like the front view up close and personal." Without hesitation spike leaned forward and licked Kendra's pussy and suddenly her clit popped out from under her clit hood. Spike saw that and leaned forward again and licked her a second time. Then he asked, "Kendra is that what I think it is?"