Unstoppable Morgan Nude Novels & Stories

"Oh I'm gonna cum," "Oh no you don't get to cum yet, you're gonna cum around my cock." He hissed, withdrawing his fingers quickly. Morgan said a quick prayer, hoping Lily would take a while before she arrived. He had to fuck that tight pussy or he would die of blue balls. "What? We can't fuck!" Tiana protested but remained bent over the counter, shuddering at the thought of her uncle, burying his cock inside her. Her pussy only grew wetter. "We can't?" Morgan chuckled, zipping down his trousers so he could free his turgid cock.

I beamed. "Never underestimate your opponent." As the words left Gregory’s lips, his body began to shake and contort, twisting and shifting into what could only be described as a wolf/human hybrid. Despite how meek and breakable the man looked as a human, his wolf form looked damn near invincible. Behind me, I could hear my comrades' shocked responses to not only Gregory but Theodore's shifting. Shit, it seemed that I may have really underestimated these two and could only hope that we could manage to defeat them.

“Excuse me? You mean cutting me off, black listing me, and then never speaking to me again. That’s your idea of making things perfectly clear?” “I could have killed you, Auri!” “I could kill you right now!” I roared back. “You want fuck with me, Morgan? You think you still have the right to be dictating my life?” Morgan stripped off his jacket and unbuttoned his cuffs. I already was dressed for exercise. He stepped forward and tried to grab me. Smiling, I avoided it and instead, grabbed his arm. Using the strength I had through Nova, I pulled him off balance and past me, letting him stumble.

"The Gate wants me there just as much as I need to be there." We marched on until the bruised purple of twilight bled into the dark sky. Without wood to burn, we made camp in the hollows of the black rock. No fires. No loud voices. Just the rustle of cloaks and the quiet sharpening of blades. I sat on a flat slab of obsidian, staring at the eastern horizon. The spires were closer now, jagged teeth biting into the clouds. Above them, the moon hung heavy and swollen. The crimson rim had thickened, bleeding a sickly red light across the wasteland.

Why keep up the thin paper window of politeness? Ray ignored both the soup and the offered spoon. He took another drag on his cigarette, voice flat: “You’re not the only one who wants that role. So tell me—why you? On what grounds should I give it to you?” Morgan wasn’t flustered. She didn’t rush. Instead, she hooked a fingertip under the edge of her dress, letting the fabric slide off in one fluid motion. There was nothing else beneath. Her body—toned from years of gym routines—unfolded before him, curves sharp yet soft, a sculpted prize on display.

“Do the honors.” Shawn slipped a USB from his pocket. “Better save this first. No telling if it’ll vanish.” He moved quickly. Keys clicked. Then the email opened. The room breathed in sharply as one. Photos filled the screen. Morgan, caught in a filthy brothel—not the sleek clubs we knew, but a low, stinking place. His trousers around his knees, women draped over him. In one frame, even a man. Everything exposed, spread deliberately. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. God, no… And that was only the start.

I blink and groan as I start to get up, looking at the chaos around me in disbelief. "...Now!" that voice shouts again, making a person groan something. My eyes start to focus better and my brain wakes up a bit. I see people waking up all over the place, most with a missing garment or two, or more. Everyone is trying to come back to life just like me, except for Eva. She looks normal and is helping Xavier stand up. Lesley is at his side and she’s the only one with all of her clothes intact. Kelly and Taret are completely naked. Hunter and his girlfriend are nowhere to be seen and Marea is half naked on top of Luc in a very, very compromising position.

Estelle instinctively looked up. Adrian stepped inside, droplets of water still clinging to his damp black hair. He wore nothing above the waist, revealing a broad, well-defined physique that bore the unmistakable marks of countless battles. Thin scars traced across his sculpted frame, subtle reminders that strength was often forged through hardship rather than gifted at birth. Estelle stared as if in a trance. Since she was rescued by this man, she had never truly looked at him before. She had spent so much time viewing him as her enemy that she had never stopped to see the man himself.

In it, Jocelyn, my parents, Joseph, and Felix stood together with bright and carefree smiles. "Joanna, look at them. It looks like they don't even care that you're gone." Sophia's tone brimmed with indignation, but I only gave a faint smile. "I don't care anymore," I replied, my voice sounding calm and unshakable. "Really, they mean nothing to me now." But it seemed fate had a knack for stirring up still waters. An unfamiliar number suddenly flashed on my screen. I hesitated for a moment, but picked up anyway.

There are so many things he should be considering right now, but his eyes are glued to her ass and indecent thoughts were roaming through his mind, which he's trying to block out, knowing it's not a good thing. It's so perverted to imagine a woman that clearly want him off, naked in front of him as he, doing some pleasuring on her heavenly body….. Damn it! He realized he had stylishly completed his imagination in his own head. They are finally outside the entrance of a restroom and Morgana turned to leave, but Drake took his chances. In an instant, she was backed against the wall with his hands at each sides of her, making her unable to escape. She furiously gaze into his eyes.