Winxclub Musa And Riven Novels & Stories

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

******* Night fell quicker than expected. “We go in two pairs,” Riven whispered. “Me and Dara. Selene, you go with Benita.” “I wanted to go with you,” Dara grumbled. “I need someone fast on their feet with me,” Riven said. “You’re better at dodging.” Benita raised a brow. “And I’m what, the decoy?” “You’re the muscle,” Riven teased. “If things go south, you can handle it.” Dara sent him a hard glare.

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.

I repeated. He nodded once. “Make it count.” Rook’s whistle split the air. “Rhea! You’re late.” I jogged to the center of the yard. Rook tossed me a dull-edged training blade. I caught it, breathing deep to steady my hands. “Pair with Lena,” Rook said. Lena stepped forward. She was broad-shouldered, her dark hair coiled at her nape, gaze cool. She’d been a soldier since she could shift. She didn’t smile, she was cold, she nodded but that was the only acknowledgment I got.

The sight make my pussy tightens as I force myself up and crawl towards them, my breasts jingling as I move. “This is how we do it, Luna,” Riven says calmly like he's giving a speech. “You suck my cock—like take in and out of your mouth, while you sit on Rafe's face.“ My brows knit. “I don't understand.“ Riven runs his hand through his thick black hair, clearly frustrated by my inexperience. I still appreciate the fact that they try to explain though. If it's other men, they won't even care, and just go straight into action.

His long hair fell in waves over his bare shoulders, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths as if waking up wrapped around her was as normal as breathing. He blinked once, calm and silent. Riven stood in the doorway, a steaming mug in one hand, his other hand casually shoved in his pocket. He leaned against the frame with his usual smirk, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Didn’t know we were coupling up already,” he teased. “Should I alert the council?” His grin widened. “Oh wait, you blew them up.”

"Not even touching that right now, sunshine." "Ugh." I groaned and flopped back against the bench. “Okay what was that?” Tarin asked, side eying me. “Wolf being cryptic.” “Mine won’t shut up about Tharix’s shoulders. She has a thing for warriors.” I snorted and opened my mouth to reply when suddenly my personal trio of chaos incarnate appeared, Riven, Kael, and Auren, all looking like they’d just won a damn treasure hunt. “Ladies,” Riven said dramatically, bowing low. “Pardon the intrusion. Tarin, we require your assistance immediately.”

Bella shot back, sarcasm dripping from every word, “playing a guitar and expecting me to dance to your tune? I’m not that person, my brother.” Riven scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stepped closer. “You’ve been spared from death,” he muttered, “and you came back meaner.” he was now Too close. “I didn’t ask you to save me,” Bella whispered, her confidence slipping as he closed the distance. Silence swallowed the room. Riven’s gaze never left her as he moved—slow, deliberate. He positioned himself between her legs slightlyspliting then apart, took her wrists, and pinned them gently but firmly at her sides.

Raul’s strained voice echoed relentlessly. His painful wincing had me jerking off the ground with wide eyes. Fuck. A huge piece of the collapsed wall had crashed onto his leg. "Jesus, Raul." A pained grunt escaped me as I forced myself up. "Look at that, Ginevra, it seems they figured out your game play." Raul chuckled, a loud grunt erupting in the back of his throat. "They're assholes, Raul, but now is not the time to talk about that." I choked.

The most amazing thing was that he had actually used Riven to win a game against the Hand of Noxus! The Hand of Noxus was supposed to be a character that was a bane to Riven. Every gamer knew that. It was amazing that Max was able to win this game in such a disadvantaged situation, and everyone present was in awe of his technique and mental focus.