Deku X Female Kacchan の小説・ストーリー

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

“Name, Kuro. Species, Shishilian dog. Sex, male. Symptoms, Paralysis due to dull attack on the head and one broken foot. Suggestions, euthanize.” Darrion’s eyes immediately sharpened. “What?” - Rita stared at the pink dragonfly on Yuta’s thigh and Shoru in Jai’s arms. She felt slightly jealous of the two having the affections from these humans. She also wanted to be held. But Ruta wasn’t here. She puffed her throat and chirped a few times. Feeling quite weirded out by Rita’s sudden talkativeness, Yuta turned his attention to her. “Rita-chan? What is it?”

The van stopped at a small hotel. The driver turned around, and Kai saw her clearly for the first time. Young, pretty, with golden eyes like a fox. "You're not human," Derek said, reaching for his knife. "How rude." She smiled. When she did, Kai saw her shadow on the wall. It had nine tails. "I'm Yuki. I'm a kitsune. A fox spirit. And I'm your help in Tokyo." "Jess didn't say her friend was a fox," Jeremy said.

I turned around and met the beautiful silver orbs of Dean’s wolf. “Hello mate. My name is Kiyo.” My wolf told him. “Beautiful. Just like you. I am Dom.” He said before touching her nose with his. “Nice to finally meet you Dom. I have waited forever for you and Yurei.” She told him. “You don’t have to wait anymore. We are here and we are yours my beautiful and amazing mate.” I bet if wolves could blush Kiyo would be. “Alright. Lets get on with this run.” Alec said making us all look at him. He had a wolfie grin on his face.

Alec nearly blew a gasket when I came back that day, and Cadoc asked me to find something at the den “for the good of the pack’s infrastructure.” I’ve enjoyed it all, but my best days so far have been with Rae, an older female who lives with Rosie’s Uncle Dewey even though they aren’t mated, and he doesn’t spend much time in his human skin. She says she likes a warm ball of fur to curl up with on a cold night.

Mare’s head snapped forward at the weight of the collar. Dazed and confused yet she didn't miss the line of chains that was attached to the back of the metal collar and when he pulled, her head snapped back until she was looking into his cruel face. His eyes were cruel icy blue slits, his nose broad and though the lower half of his face was half hidden by his light brown beard she could see the mean slit of his lips, lips that turned up at the corners into a cruel smile as he tugged at the chains.

Akari saw the prince’s head coming toward her and was suddenly froze as a bird with a cobra coming at it. Except this was no cobra—not by a long shot. This was a large, handsome—and she don’t want to admit it but it's true anyways —sexy as fuck Werewolf male, bending his head toward hers, intending to kiss her. And Akari was doing absolutely nothing to stop it from happening.

“What are you doing?” Kendra questions the deputy as she stares across the table at her. “Me,” the deputy dramatically points to herself, looking all cute and innocent, before her lips dissolve into a sly grin as she replies, “trying to know you.” Kendra stares, and the deputy boldly holds her stare. The brunette must confess the deputy is a gorgeous woman, and if she weren’t mated, she would happily take her out for a spin, but she is mated and loves her mate.

The vicious growling and snapping directly behind his rump sent Dekota leaping into Makya’s arm’s, scrabbling to climb on top of him and out of reach of the wolf. I simply smirked at Dekota and sautered over to Convil with a very exaggerated sway of my hips before bending down to hug Convil and nuzzle his neck while he kept his eyes locked on Dekota, a low growl emanating from his fang filled mouth. Dekota and Eris just stared incredulously at me and Convil until Makya rather unceremoniously dropped Dekota in a snow drift. “There, you big baby. See? She has adopted a new pet. Did you expect anything else from her? You know how she is with the wildlife!”

her butterscotch fur was tipped in a deep chocolate brown. The third female, Kelly was a social butterfly. she had more poise and grace than most. she wasn't born in the pack, unlike others. she had been found abandoned outside a hospital in a duffle bag. though the pack had gone through great efforts to find her family, nothing ever surfaced.