Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Novels & Stories

"Keep уоur hands bеhіnd уоur back Puppy or I wіll ѕраnk уоu for dіѕоbеуіng me I аgаіn tuggеd оn hеr pigtails. "Yоu ѕtіll hаvе реrmіѕѕіоn to speak Puрру." "Jumр іn аt аnу time." Clarette соntіnuеd, ѕоbbіng, afraid tо move hеr hаndѕ аnd wіре her face.

My legs shook violently, unable to support my weight. Before I could collapse, the beast caught me with one massive hand. He shoved two thick, hairy fingers deep into my cum-filled pussy, curling them possessively while his other huge paw gripped my left breast, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. He thrust those fingers in and out twice, slow and deliberate, as if marking me one last time. A low, satisfied grunt rumbled from his chest. Then he released me. The handlers quickly stepped in, guiding the beast toward the open door with more gentle pats and murmured praise. “That is it. Good fighter. Your pussy will be waiting, nice and sloppy for you.”

He teases me mercilessly, running his paws along my slick folds without delving deeper. "Please, Zander," I moan, my hips bucking against his paws. "I need you inside me." Zander growls again, his claws gently parting my folds. He runs a single digit along my wet heat, gathering my arousal before bringing it to his mouth for a taste. He licks his paw clean, his eyes glinting with hunger.

* Darko growls. Their movements are clumsy in the darkness, heavy with arrogance, and that is the mistake they make. “Fucking bastards!” I growl low, throat vibrating, ears pinned back. Teeth flash. My claws dig into the ground, launching me forward in a single, fluid motion. The first rogue never sees me until I crash into him, body smashing into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. His hands twitch uselessly toward a weapon, but I strike again, claws raking, teeth snapping. His scream cuts short as I twist, driving him into the dirt, immobile.

A loud and eerie growl resonated in the entire place – causing the celebration to slightly stop a bit. However, they shrugged it all off and continued their drinking spree. It walked towards a huge and familiar wolf… no, it was a beast… A beast that it longed to see again. “Finally, you are awakened…”

An acknowledgment of my unexpected enthusiasm. I swung around, paws digging into the earth for assistance, and lunged again. This time, my teeth found fur, clamping down on the flesh of his flank. I tasted blood, and for a moment, the bitterness mixed with a sense of grim satisfaction. But then his body twisted, his legs kicking out in a powerful sweep that knocked me off balance. I skidded across the sandy ground, hot, stinging sensations shooting up from my paws. Rising, I shook off the discomfort, refocusing on Clay. He was panting now, his fur matted in places.

/ he growls. “She’s let go of you now, but she’ll continue until you find a way to stop her from siphoning your beast completely,” he says with a nod, possibly referring to Ahmya’s claws in my lower back. Kai then walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. “Do you know of any other person whose beast has disappeared?” he says, raising his eyebrow and looking at me as if he knows something, but before I can respond with no, it hits me.

he growled and slammed its paw on the polished floor once more. The ground trembled, sending a shockwave that cracked up the floor in a long split. We all stumbled,and I lost balance, Kaela and the rest held the trembling shelves for support. “Princess.” Keala stretched her hand to pull me up. I rose to my feet, still clutching the book in my arms. The beast jumped towards us, snarling and scraping its claws on the floor, the sound screeching and unpleasant.

One of the forsaken tears viciously at my leg. I lash out with my other foot, connecting with its skull, and in the chaos, I force the shift again. Pain floods me, but instinct takes over. Just as the beast lunges at my torso, my hand closes around a rock. I smash it against its head, once, twice, again and again, until bone caves under the relentless blows. Blood sprays across my face, hot and nauseating. The forsaken collapses, twitching before it finally falls still.

My eyes wish him a slow and cruel demise. "I'm barefoot you big lout and my eyes can't see through all this bush!" He walks back to me,angrilly picks me up-hard,rough skin covering raw power- and sets me on a smooth rock big enough to seat my butt.Im massaging the sole of my foot and grimacing at the sting.He crouches before me and brushes my hands away.Takes my foot and mutters about foolish,clumsy chits.He turns his right palm over and a shortened version of his staff forms.He runs the tip over the scrape and the sting disappears.Im not even shocked anymore.The tip glides over the top of my foot and two seconds later it's encased in a