Cowboy Fantasy Novels & Stories

The previous night, they were cold and shivering, looking for extra layers of clothing, and now they wanted to pry off their skin. The emperor glanced back at his entourage. The fierce general, whose massive sword strapped across his back, was now coated in dust, the remaining less than fifty percent of the warriors that accompanied them on the quest. There were stoic warriors and the nimble, sharp-eyed squire. It was a miracle he survived, and Cayla, the young witch, her pale skin an odd contrast to the harsh desert, her cloak billowing behind her like a shadow. Her hands fidgeted nervously beside her as she kept muttering to herself. Was the witch casting a spell? She did not look as sweat

The more I stroked myself, the more horny I became until the horse came to a halt as I hurriedly pulled up my pants, hoping I had not given off sexual pheromones. I could barely breathe. All I wanted was to quench the undying need for sex. My pussy growled and begged for cock, as it stood the only reasonable thing that could quench this growing pleasure. Suddenly I heard a fierce growl coming from afar. It was a Lycan. It scared the horses as they struggled to get away despite being tied to a tree branch. I lifted up my eyes to see a white fur Lycan racing towards our direction—Lord Fenrik. The rider had fled at the sound of the Lycan, leaving me alone in the cage.

"And how did you repay me? I haven't even touched a single finger of Jennifer yet! Just wait! I'm gonna kill every last one of you!" Because Karen never got the chance to warn him beforehand, the man ended up blurting out their entire scheme himself. The truth came crashing into the open. Despair filled Karen's eyes as she collapsed to the floor with a thud. "It's over... it's over..." she kept muttering endlessly. Seeing this scene, how could anyone still not understand the truth? The coworkers all looked toward the crazed older man. Sloppy appearance. Filthy mouth. Violent tendencies. Then they looked at Ronny.

When they heard a small 'come in' , the woman opened the door and gestured Chloe inside. Her hands suddenly felt more sweaty than usual, should she go inside ? What was inside ? In fact the question should be who was inside? Who was the cowboy meeting? Maybe Chloe was taking too long , because the woman pushed her inside making her stumble into the room . " Oh ", Cowboy commanded attention immediately, as she straight into it , he had already turned around to look at the group of men three in number sitting in front of her . " This is the prize , it will interest you to know who we have here "

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

"Now, I know you disrespectful pricks are not true cowboys because once a woman says no it's no. I will let you have this final warning come near us again the rest of you will get the same treatment." I let go and the guy dropped and I watched his buddies drag him off. One of the cowboys walked up to me and smiles "so, would you like to dance."

Still trying to make sense of this, I get a strange feeling inside as if this person cares. ‘Wake up Hailey, remember there is no such thing as love, it is only a myth. You are just dreaming and thinking about the book that you are reading.’ My mind is telling me over and over again. Still looking around, I heard the door slowly opening. Standing at the door was the cowboy, but without his hat and not dressed like he was in the bar but in full black pants and dress shirt, I still do not know his name, but I knew that smile on his face, the one that could make any girls heart stop.

“Do you know if Devon is still in his office?” “Yeah. He’s always the last to leave. Do you want to see him?” Erin didn’t know what Farida would think if she were to reveal that she had an interest in the mysterious dream stone and that Devon was even going to give her a rundown of the terms and conditions of using the stone. How laughable! “Uh, yeah. I wanted to ask him some questions about that outstanding painting of his,” Erin lied. “The Werewolf Fantasy?” “Yes, that one.”

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. Complications arose when he tried to remove his boots and pants. The expression of pain on his face immediately tamed her playfulness. She moved in front of him and stayed his hands. “I’ve always wanted to make love to a cowboy with his boots on,” she cooed. “Leave them.” With a grateful sigh, he dropped down onto her skirt. His pants were lowered as far as they could go before having to be pulled over his wound, which he was not looking forward to doing.