Beast Master 64 Novels & Stories

Two cocks sliding against one another, stroking me senseless and driving me wild. Grayson grunted each time he slammed his pelvis against my backside, stuffing my ass full of cock. They impaled me. Sandwiched between Master and Daddy, they rocked me into a blissful oblivion. Alex’s hands found my breasts and cupped them, toying with the clamps. Grayson’s fingers set to work on my clit, rubbing it with vigor.

Beckham turned around and looked toward a middle-aged man seated on the sofa. “Master Howe, Kayson possesses extraordinary capability. Are you certain that you can defeat him?” Seated cross-legged on the sofa, Master Howe assumed a confident expression and said in contempt, “Don’t worry, Mr. Yoder. My mentor, Adalon Gray, has given me ten charms that will allow me to kill anyone below the smasher level easily!”

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

"You think because you're a beast now I'm afraid of you. Darling, you are still that narrow-minded girl that was easy to kidnap because no one would miss your existence. You are nothing compared to what I am." She spoke about beasts and monsters yet she couldn't see it. That your appearance didn't make you monstrous it was actions and to me, she was the biggest monster I knew. "Well I was wondering who the bitch was we caught last night," Dominque smiled as she walked up to the cell. I could smell wolfsbane coming off her strongly. "Can I be the one to kill her?" "No one is killing her," Liam said and Dominque folded her arms as she waited for him to provide a reason as to why.

Their words weren’t enough to rile him. “You truly are a Control Type. You know when to submit” Beastly Tiger blocked the swipe of a Mythic Class Magical Beast and rammed into it with amazing force. The beast was flung backwards by the power of his body ram, but was otherwise unharmed. “That’s enough!”

A man angrily threw his glass to the ground in anger. "They said if we want to take those two disciples, we have to give them something commensurate with the loss of life from their city." On the island, a woman stood up angrily after saying her words. The thing that stirred up the central continent had also reached their ears, the beast sect. A sect that specialised in controlling demonic beasts or demonic monsters. The man sitting on the chair with two horns at the end of the sides of the chair was a beast sect master who was at the first level of the heavenly king realm. Even so, he was said to have beasts at the level of a fifth-level heavenly king.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.