Catwoman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Catherine said while she shut the door after her. I grabbed her waist and sparked her butt before sniffing her boobs. "Oops, exactly the way I like it, babe!" I pressed her boobs so hard as she undressed before me. She put her hands in my boxers, tossing my thick cock. "Suck me, baby!" she whispered in my ears. She let out a juicy moan that made my entire body weak. Axton wanted to come forward, but I swiftly pushed him away to the back of my memory, where I could no longer hear him. He detests Catherine so much and prefers that filthy Omega as our mate.

Xavier groaned and fed her the rest of his cock slowly until everything disappeared into her throat, surprising Xavier in the process because it was hard for her to do that before, and now she swallowed him whole. Xavier smirked as his hard cock hit the back of her throat. But instead of backing off, she grabbed hold and began to expertly bob her head up and down, daring him to push deeper. Impressed with her skills, Xavier pulled out and reached for something nearby: a leash. Cathleen's eyes widened in surprise as he connected it to her collar, forcing her onto all fours like an obedient little kitten. With a firm grip on the leash, Xavier led her across the room, declaring, "It's time for

She was really cute and I loved how fiery she could get, but I wasn’t sure that attitude sat well with my wolf. Vilkus loved his women submissive, fiery, feisty, he just didn’t do well with neither of those things and he could do extreme things when it came to bending them. I didn’t want the same fate for Cat and so I knew that it would be a huge fight between my wolf and myself trying to protect her from him, but it wasn’t the first time. One thing I was sure off, was that I wasn’t letting him chase this one away. ‘And how are you supposed to stop me Gwaine?’ He pushed through my mind, but I ignored him as always. My eyes now trained on Catherine that was starting to wake up.

"I said answer me! Don't make me repeat myself, kitty!" "Yes, I'm yours. Now please stop hurting me!" The Cat whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks. The Lycan grinned widely and leaned down to give the Tiger a feverish kiss before pushing him further onto the ground and thrusting deeper into the Cat. The Lycan's lips trailed down the Cat's torso, sucking at his chest and kissing swollen hard nipples while using his free hand to cup his cheek. His tongue traced it's way up to the Tiger's left ear. The Cat shuddered under his touch, arching his body upwards to meet the Lycan's Kisses, his lower half rolled, making the Lycan's monstrous cock dive deeper inside of him.

The dumb feline darts at me, scratching me across the face and I snarl, the sting burning me and I grab her around the muzzle. I feel something breaking as she claws my hand before I throw her across the room. She hits the corner of the chest of drawers hard, and I’m satisfied when I hear something break. She lets out a pitiful meow before her tiny body tumbles to the floor. Better. Stupid cat. What kind of werewolf keeps a cat, anyway? I glance down at her neck. This one was a little different… but he said it would accomplish what I was failing at… The little pinprick on her neck is already healing…

the male asks while he walks over to one of the wooden lock boxes on the edge of the bunk beds. With a free hand, the male elf opens up one of these boxes that perch on the tip of the bed. His fingers unlock a small leather latch in its centerfold. The contents inside the box are other scrolls from Catarina’s beloveds such as her wife and daughter she had back in the Jakalorn kingdom. Others came from distant clanmates and friends that she made along the way before the events that took place at the arena. The sound of Cat’s voice rings through the nearly empty space of the fox hold that they are in. She sounds almost prideful with the pitch and tone she displays. “Marvix is doing well enough

I roll my eyes at her, but go along with her plans. "Please, Dan? Do it for my birthday?" I give him my best puppy-dog eyes. "Oh fine." He says finally, throwing his hands in the air. "Yay! Okay Kat, time to go do your hair and makeup!" She snatches my arm, pulling me down the hall, bypassing my door for her room. She motions for me to sit in front of her mirror— an unnecessary motion, given that she just shoves me into the chair— then busies herself picking out foundations and eyeshadows and other assortments of makeup to put on my face.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Only desperate werewolves dared to attempt it, and only when they were certain they would not be rejected. Raine did not understand why Alice would take such a risk. The guilt she had been feeling began to fade. “Why would she do such a thing? It is all because of you. All because of you,” Luna Indira screamed as she lunged at Raine. Her claws extended, aiming for Raine’s face. Raine raised her hand to block the attack, but her hand was slashed instead. She stared at her mother in disbelief, clutching her bleeding hand. She could see nothing but hatred in her mother’s eyes.

" I looked at the bomb strapped to me—the countdown was down to the last five minutes. "I…" "Enough! I don't want to hear another word of your ridiculous lies. She loves that wolf like it's her child. "If something happens to Kate because I fail to save her pet wolf in time, then you're a murderer, Lina! I won't forgive you for that!" What a joke. That so-called trapped snow wolf had just jumped onto the slanted old pine tree in her courtyard, curling up on a branch to bask in the sun. It wasn't even trapped. It just didn't feel like coming down.