Winxclub Musa And Riven Novels & Stories

Riven said and moaned and ran his finger further down to her honey pot, which he immediately felt was sodden. Riven carefully pushed a finger inside her causing Wrenda to moan softly and hold herself up against him. He withdrew his finger and softly massaged the juice into the entrance of her tight little bottom causing her to wriggle and push her butt onto his finger which he moved away and worked back into her wet pu*ssy, then using another finger to run along the groove towards her clit. Wrenda was so so excited, her breast bobbed in anticipation that he knew she must be close to orgasm. He ground his hips into hers so she could feel how rigid and pumped up his dick was.

My release poured into her in hot, pulsing waves, and I stayed buried deep, grinding against her until there was nothing left to give. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving as I slowly pulled out of her, watching my release drip down her thighs. She turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a sinful smile. “I hope I served you well, master?” Mina purred, her voice dripping with lust.

Every nerve burned, every muscle shook. Jerald’s finger drove deeper and faster, curling and pressing into her soft spot again and again. His mouth sucked harder, tongue circling her clit until she screamed. “Ahhh—ahhhhhh—Jerald—” Her body arched from the tub, her back bowing, water splashing around them. Her thighs trembled against him, her toes curling hard, her hands pulling his hair so tight her knuckles turned white. Jasmine cries broke into sobs of pleasure, voice ragged, helpless. “Ahhh—ahhh—please—please—”

The light was calm now, a warm hum of contentment. "It’s not over," Riven whispered, looking toward the horizon. "Draven was just the beginning. The Council will be here by dawn." Suddenly, a loud, metallic clack sounded from the woods. A silver net, thick and glowing with green poison, flew through the air. It didn't aim for me. It aimed for Riven. He didn't have time to dodge. The net wrapped around him, the wolfsbane smoke rising instantly from his skin. He fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

“Nessa, can you get out?” Riven’s mouth opened. Nothing. Then, barely: “Not alone.” My chest tightened. “Can you hide until we come?” The red in Riven’s eyes dimmed. His voice, Nessa’s voice, turned thin as thread. “Tell Riven I kept the blue ribbon.” Then Riven screamed. Not a message. Him. The red vanished from his eyes. His body went limp in Mara’s arms. For one breath, nobody moved. Then Mara slapped him.

My scream rips out, raw and terrifying— Riven’s name.

"Don't look so shocked Hazel, everyone here knows you're his new muse, don't expect it to last though, Riven loses interest pretty quickly" "I am not sleeping with Riven" I blurted out and he stared at me, his lips twisting "Girl, you really don't need to lie; the other girls also used him just like you are doing right now; the difference between you and them is that they owned up to it. This little act is so not selling"

They arrived at dawn. Two separate groups. Both exactly on time. Marcus Greythorn from Mountain Ridge. His knee still damaged from their combat. Limping. But present. Ten warriors with him. Alpha Erik from Northern Frost. Steady. Calculating. Eight warriors with him. Jasmina stood at the gates with Damoew beside her. United front. Strong. Ready. "Alpha Marcus. Alpha Erik. Welcome to the Strong Black Clan," she said formally. Marcus studied her. His eyes lingering on her pregnant belly. Six months now. Obviously showing.

"Names." "We're with the supply side," I said, my voice flat and bored. I channeled my best Jax Carter impression. "Direct contact. Not on the list." The man's eyes moved to Ren, who just stared back with a look of pure, cold hatred. Three seconds later, the bouncer held out his hand. "Phones." I handed mine over without a blink. Ren did the same. The door opened, and we stepped into the belly of the beast. Inside, the music hit my chest like a blow. Red and blue lights cut through a thick cloud of smoke. The air smelled like expensive alcohol and a strong, manufactured chemical scent.