Beast X Wirt Novels & Stories

He goes to the bathroom to shower and mumbles how strong Wissy’s scent is tonight. After showering he walks into the bedroom naked slides into bed and closes his eyes. “Damn if I didn’t know any better, I would swear Wissy is in here.” Beauden sniffs and still doesn’t open his eyes. Wisdom's arm slides across his stomach and lays her head on his chest. He opens one eye looking at the top of her head then the other eyes. “Wissy, what.” She shushes him and slides on top of him, leans closer to his lips, and captures them. Beauden wraps his arms around her entwining and sucking on her tongue.

Xavier rubs himself along my ceremonial robe, then walks off to the darkest area within the dungeon so he could transform and cloth himself. Trex comes bounding in and if it were Jarek, I'm convinced he would have a triumphant smirk on his face. A tremendous feral hog, unlike any I have ever seen before, lies on his back. The wild boar falls to my feet, but he doesn’t rub himself against me like Xavier did. He promptly walks off so he can shift and change. I shrug my shoulders and my mom scrutinizes me. Not going to let that cat out of the bag yet. I may end up rejecting his dumb ass. DANTE

Jim was getting bored watching Cassie and Mitch staring at each other awkwardly. Jim needed to see some action, some telenovela shit go down, werewolf style. So he made the first move, since Mitch was looking like an idiot with drool wetting his chin and pre-cum wetting the front of his pants. Jim could smell the fool's arousal. It was disgusting.

It cracks the concrete clean in half. Sometimes with Beau’s devil-may-care attitude, I forget that he is also a trained warrior. While maybe not as fast and strong as Archer, Beau is a close second. Wyatt recovers quicker this time, perhaps realizing the precariousness of his situation. He hops up to his feet and throws a punch toward Beau. Beau grabs his arm and twists. Wyatt cries out, but at the same time, he kicks forward with one leg. It connects with Beau’s knee and surprised, Beau releases him.

“Get the fuck out of here. Else I’ll be forced to whip that stupid ass of yours until it’s red and throbbing.” Scout, the nasty man—the one to compliment her ass—, straightened his filthy clothes and dusted off the front of his shirt. “Fine. Fine. Leaving,” he slurred, his voice trembling with the amount of alcohol in his system. “Gosh, you people are touchy!” Grumbling, he turned around on his staggering heels and walked out of the bar. Dhara let out a relieved breath. Before an arm slid around her waist and she felt her back being crushed against someone’s chest. His breath was hot against her ear.

Xavier: You have awakened the beast within me. Me: Tell that beast to hunt me down and do whatever it wants with me.

But that didn’t stop him from shoving his tongue down her throat. My eyes shifted to Beast , he was sitting on a bench with some other guys. He had a black eye too and a nasty bruise on his jaw. He nursed a beer in his hand but he looked bored. He would bounce soon, after he nearly died his love of a party and getting smashed had gone. He attended , but he always disappeared after a while. Women still threw themselves at him even with the scar and his silence. He sometimes took one to fuck , but it wasn’t often these days.

She tried to hold up, gasping for air, but the beast grasped her waist, pinning her on his waist so she wouldn't slip away. “Ughhh!” The beast moaned, pushing his hip up and down in painful thrusts, as he crammed his inhumane meme Ed into Kaerith’s bleeding vagina. Kaerith breathed, trying to feel her lungs with air until the last drop of his cumshot made its way into her clit. The beast groaned as he pulled his cock away from her hole, leaving a trail of cum on the floor and the smell of sex in the air. I hate you. Kaerith cursed as she laid lifeless on the veinbed, covered in beads of sweat hoping he wouldn’t want another round.

A sharp collective intake of breath followed his voice, my own breath caught in my throat, remembering all the rumored whispers I'd heard about the beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who went feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same. Some whispered he was stuck in a half-wolf transformation, locked away in his castle. Others claimed he was a monster, his presence enough to drive humans mad and wolves feral. I flinched when my father's gaze slid to mine, and I immediately lowered my head. "Raven, you will go as a replacement to your sister as the beast's betrothed."