Novel & Cerita Zoro X Reader

— H O O R — . . . Leaning against the headboard of our room, I read the book in my hand, going through the lines leisurely but all my attention is taken by Zahir as soon as he enters the room. He comes out of the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of sweatpants. There is a towel in his hand as he ruffles his hair. His eyes wander around until they land on me. He finds me staring at him but says nothing. He walks away to hand the towel and comes back to stand before the vanity.

(Zorya) (The content of this chapter might be disturbing for sensitive readers. Read with precaution.) I tried to keep eye contact, but the intensity of his eyes had me trembling with fear. He held my life in the palm of his hand. Seeing me lost and still standing, he slowly and lazily shifted on the sofa, his movements fluid like that of a serpent. Even his eyes reminded me of one. “You are my slave. I spent a fortune buying you. And I like my slaves docile, not…” His gaze lazily took me in, and yet the probing depth of it had me recoiling into myself, wishing to hide my exposed skin.

JOSH’S POV The morning sun fought its way through the grime on the window, casting a pale, honeyed light over the room. I woke up with my heart hammering, a habit of the hunted, but it slowed when I felt the weight of Becca beside me. As I shifted, the sting on my chest and arms made me wince. I looked down at my skin—red scratches from last night's rendezvous, the evidence of our passion. Then I saw it. On the yellowed sheets, there were small, unmistakable stains of crimson. A new bloodstain to replace the one we’d left on Baba’s floor, but this one didn't represent death. It was a covenant. I felt a surge of pride. I looked at Becca. She was still asleep, her face finally peaceful, though

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With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

I howl again, savoring her destruction, before turning to Zoey. Zoey, whose chest is now covered in blood that I realize doesn’t belong to one of her victims. Zoey, whose chest has been pierced by an arrow that narrowly missed me.

Expression open and raw. "Say my name." Kyrian shook his head. "No." "Say it." Lorenzo thrust deep. Hitting that spot that made Kyrian’s toes curl. "Lorenzo," Kyrian sobbed. "Again." "Lorenzo. Please." Lorenzo let go. He collapsed against Kyrian, burying his face in the crook of his neck. They rode the high together. The room spinning. The pheromones so thick they could taste them. Silence fell.

Zoranna was riding Xolvion in reverse cowgirl with her legs up so she could bounce on him, getting faster and faster as she used her vampire stamina to keep going, riding him relentlessly. "Oh yessss!!" No one has ever been able to fuck me like this!!!" She yelled as she continued to bounce on his massive cock. Xolvion was enjoying the sight of her perfectly shaped ass as she bounced on him, grinding her hips backwards and forwards, side to side, it didn't matter. Zoranna was a monster in the bedroom and he could easily see how she had never been able to find a lover to keep up with her before. Zoranna couldn't hold it any longer, feeling the intense feeling inside of her growing stronger an

Alexander had a tough grip that John could not pull back from, even if he tried. The blade of Zoro's sword was pinched easily between Alexander's fingers. Alexander lightly flicked his wrists in both hands. Crack! Clang! John's right wrist and Zoro's sword let out a loud crack at the same time. John's wrist was crushed on the spot. Bones pierced through his flesh and protruded out of his skin. Zoro's right hand was equally terrible. His wrist had been twisted and crushed as well. It was an explosion of blood and flesh.

Zaros groaned, focusing on pleasuring her with his hot breath in her wet puddle. He continued his intimate exploration, and Adira's moans grew louder. Her voice softened and turned raspy as the pleasure intensified. Zaros, aware of the long tongue he possessed, reached deep inside her, hitting the A-spot of her pleasure. Adira's grip on his hair intensified, causing him discomfort, but she was too lost in her ecstasy to notice. Zaros groaned on her pussy, his hot breath making her shudder.