Best Werewolf Erotica Novelas e Histórias

“Cum on my cock again. Let me feel you break.” Elara shattered, screaming his name, walls milking him rhythmically. Kael kept thrusting through it, then flipped her onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other pinched her nipple. “Mine. My witch. My wolf.” The chase resumed outside—spells exploding closer. Adrenaline spiked their lust. Kael fucked her faster, knot swelling. “They’re coming. But I’m not stopping until I fill you.”

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

"I just want this to stop. I don't want to want you. I don't want this bond. I don't want.." But my body betrays me again, pressing back against Alvaro chest, seeking his warmth, his scent, his touch. My wolf is clawing at the inside of my skull, snarling one word over and over. Claim them. Claim them. Claim them. "I don't want this," I sob, even as my body trembles violently, even as heat coils tighter in my abdomen, even as every instinct I have screams the opposite. "Please..." But deep inside, underneath the fear and the trauma and the desperation, my wolf whispers with absolute certainty:

I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined.

Wolfgang chuckled, feeling a little guilty: "Actually, I didn't need to eavesdrop. Our senses are all more keen than humans, and you didn't go too far away. So, it's hard for me not to hear your mother's voice. And... are you worried about how to tell them that I'm a werewolf?" Emily covered her face: "This is terrible... you can read minds too?" Did he know all the thoughts of her artist heart? Wolfgang couldn't help but chuckle through his tears: "You're just guessing. The ability to read someone's thoughts belongs to the Merfolk and werewolves, we vampires don't possess that ability." "The Merfolk, are they the mermaids in legends?" Emily was suddenly excited: "Have you met them before? A

I paused with my cooking and turned to her with a look that said, are you serious? "How can you have no shame? Some things are to be left unsaid", I shook my head as I was rebuking my daughter. She smirked and hit my shoulder, saying “sex is a good thing, Leo. Don’t be shy!! All werewolves are sex addicts.” I couldn't help but to laugh. She was right. Werewolves are the horniest species in the supernatural world. We both laughed. I went back to my cooking and decided not to answer her questions, but this woman did not stop.

He continued to suck my breasts, his hands roaming my body, keeping me on the brink of ecstasy. I knew I was his plaything tonight, completely and utterly, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Damien pulled me to my feet, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I looked back at him over my shoulder, my eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Damien," I cried out, my voice breathy and needy. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

The room became teeth and red spray and the sound of wet things leaving the places they were supposed to stay. At the front doors, a large female werewolf dropped to all fours, blocking the way. Amber eyes. Scars across her muzzle. Her lips peeled back over glistening fangs. The survivors turned and ran straight back into the slaughter. Knives clattered from a bus tub—one newly turned wolf snatched a fistful and snapped them through the air; steel buried in backs, arms, a waitress’s skull. Another beast vaulted the bar, dragging a bartender over the rail, feeding noisily.

I quickly pulled myself from there and hide again. She was a complete masterpiece. Her hair was wet and yet so beautiful. She was more beautiful when she was wet. She was wearing a bold red pushup bra and her boobs were now clearly visible except her nipples were covered. And her curves were just perfect for me. I was enjoying the view of her stunning figure. I can't believe it was her whom I was carrying on my back a few hours ago. She has that treasure that can't be found in every girl. She was a complete goddess in the shape of a werewolf.