Alastor Tail Novels & Stories

The way she dared to look at him—tired, shaking, ruined, yet still refusing to bow—sent something ruthless and possessive clawing up his throat. The length of his tail tightened subtly between her thighs, a silent declaration. He stepped closer, shadows peeling off him like smoke— And the air itself felt the shift, trembling between them. She smirked. She made him angry. Good. She was feeling triumphant, ready to tease him some more. But before she could open her mouth, the pointed end of his tail pushed inside her. “Apollo!” she screamed in surprise. The point was dull. Thank the gods. But the tail was shaped like a spade. Pointed tip, expanding out to a rounded end before thinning to the s

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s

Al had transformed into a reptile man measuring about three meters in height. Al turned and jerked his tail into the cage. Deftly he wrapped his tail around Keefe's waist and pulled him out of the cage in one jerk. Al then closed the cage door and hastily locked the padlock again. He realized that the black, purplish mist was forming a dark monster, and the cage would not be able to contain the monster. Al was trying to stall for time.

She pushed back against his face, driving his tongue deeper into her willing sex while he shoved his fingers deeper into her asshole. He learned something that night. When a harpy female is about to reach orgasm, her tail entraps her partner by coiling around him (or her) and keeping them in place until their moment of rapture passes. So Besla's tail tentacles wrapped around his head and wrist, securing them where they were and ensuring her release.

I quickened my pace, trying not to run, but excitement pushed me forward. When the tunnel opened into a wider chamber, I froze. A tail. A long, scaled tail stretched across the stone floor, unmoving. I forgot how to breathe for a second. Then I sprinted. “Oh my god—Easton!” I didn’t wait. Didn’t think. I ran straight toward the enormous body curled half behind a slab of collapsed rock. My hands shook as I followed the length of the tail, my eyes tracing the exact scale pattern Easton had shown me in the glowing ball—the rare lineage, the supposedly extinct breed.

he added again. Justin could die of curiosity at this, he already knows what a nine-tailed fox looks like, but why isn't the creature showing its shape now, has there been a change in the shape of the creature? Justin's two eyes could see the nine tails hovering, pitch black with glowing red stripes as if there was a demonic aura emanating from the tail. "What's that fox tail?" the monologue. Justin still doesn't understand. Judging from the tail alone, it's very scary, especially when it comes to body and face.

she scornfully questioned with a cocked brow. He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists, sweat forming on his head. His foe wondered what was wrong with him. Unexpectedly. tails shot out of his body one by one, numbering nine. And this time, unlike his son's four tails at the triennial contest's battleground that served as mere adornments, his tails were roving about! Seeing his accomplishment, Alpha Chase chuckled evilly. "Shocked, aren't you?" he asked cockily before turning to Phoenix," And you with magenta hair..."

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

“…Excuse me?” Fuck! She knows something. Allistair’s eight tails swayed behind him, chaos energy swirling more violently around his body now. The silver light reflecting from Luna’s power painted his white fur with shifting shades of pale blue and crimson. For a moment, the battlefield seemed to pause around them, as if the world itself held its breath. “This is enough,” Allistair said, his voice low but steady.

Jevro said as he walked towards the exit. When I looked back at Alistair, the man was smiling as he slightly waved his hand to say goodbye to me. I just nodded my head in response before I followed Jevro. "According to the report that Alfonso received, the monster that is currently attacking is an Acon. The body of the acon is that of a Lion, the tail is round at the end with thorns, the head is that of an eagle and has wings. " Jevro gives details as I follow him.