Bestality Novels & Stories

As he pushes further, I relax the best I can, ready for him to send me back to those places I visited earlier, that fuzzy reality where everything is bliss, and my body feels incredible. Braxton gently glides all the way into me. He is right. I am able to get even more of him deep inside of me this way. I can feel him stretching me in places where I’ve never felt anything before. As he begins to set a rhythm of thrusting in and pulling back out over and over, I can’t help but moan in delight. He is hitting me in all of the right places, his pace perfect, and I feel myself slipping over the edge again.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Being a 'Chosen Mate' to this evil Alpha. "Congratulations, Misses Estelle. We wish many years for you next to your Alpha." The man sitting across from our Gamma declared with a bow of his head. Our Beta and Gamma were just as shocked as I was at Alastar's announcement. The Beta even looked as if his head would explode.