Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Novels & Stories

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

Claude reached out fast and grabbed the wolf by its ruff in an almost belittling gesture as he pulled it back toward him, he then put his mouth next to its ear and said through clenched teeth, "Move....your...ASS!"

I could only hope that the large beast wouldn't be able to move as fast as I could. I extended my claws to their full length and lurched at the beast in front of me. Eric leaped, standing on his back feet. He easily towered over me, but he also exposed himself… or so I thought. I swung my claws, aiming for his stomach, but then he landed much faster than I predicted, crushing me under the weight of his two gargantuan paws. The several cracking sounds announced the damage it had done to my ribs. Struggling to draw a breath, I stabbed his sides and then instantly freed my claws from his flesh. He howled and finally jumped back, releasing me.

Storm winced but didn't let go until the beast kicked him away and turned its attention back to Travis. Travis had regained his footing, his claws extending as he met the beast's next charge. He grappled with the creature, his muscles straining as they rolled through the dirt. The beast was fast, snapping and clawing, but Travis was fueled by a desperate rage. He punched the animal's ribs, feeling the bone give way, but it seemed to feel no pain.

“Let him in, and worlds will kneel.” It lunged. Claws flashed. “NO!”

The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow. His head is now bent down, and he motions to me as if he's trying to tell me to get on top. When I don't move the beast stands back up and growls like he's telling me to get on or else. I do as the beast says and slowly approach him to climb on top. Being unable to steady myself on top of him, I grab hold of his fur and hold on tight. At first, riding the beast was like riding a horse until it started to run

"Get on your hands and knees." Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"What are you trying to do?" "What can I do?" Clayton shrugged. "I'm just a lowly beastkin." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he lunged at Salem. Terrified, Salem instantly shifted into his beast form. The black wolfhound instinctively lunged at Clayton, its sharp teeth sinking viciously into his arm. Clayton was knocked into the coffee table, shattering it with a sharp crack as glass shards scattered across the floor. Salem was stunned. He wasn't expecting Clayton's move to be a feint.

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.”

In a slow, delicate move, I slide my gigantic tongue from between huge jaws and slide it up along Beck's cheek. "Tag, you're it," I say and bring up my arm in a classic uppercut connecting solidly with his jaw. Beck flies out of his chair and I follow with a five-foot jump from the table to floor landing between his splayed thighs. I lift my now-bare foot, which is more than double the size of my human foot, hairy, and sporting claws that I'm unaccustomed to. I lift the top of my foot and lower it onto Beck's crotch adding just enough pressure to make his eyes grow larger. "Do you have more questions?" I ask. The drool that slides out with the words is gross, but if I try to wipe it away, I'