Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

His figure flashed and he reappeared next to the Two-Tailed Gunner Dog and struck it cleanly on the head. *Bang* *Whelp* Along with a loud bang and a whelp of pain, the massive dog was sent flying back a few metres. “Fast and strong,” Dan nodded as he acknowledged Mane’s prowess. “But that is hardly enough,” Dan added. Sure enough, the dog was up in no time. It gazed at Mane with a bit of hesitation and wariness. It wasn’t smart, but it knew whom to pick a fight with. But soon a loud scream forced its way into its ears and its hesitation was washed away. All that was left was rage and malice, and that was directed at Mane.

Something deeper. The man who came out stood at 6 and a half feet, with long-raven hair and honey-colored eyes. He was very masculine, and though he looked as if he was in his 60's, somehow, I knew he was much older. The woman looked about the same age as him although she was rather short. She stood at almost 5 and a half feet tall with a body so curvy it would make any women jealous for her age. She had long dark brown hair that curled slightly and also hazel eyes that looked like they saw right into your soul and ripped it out of you. She definitely gave off a I'm not here to play vibe and her first actions proved me right. The second, her and what I assume is her mate, came out. She went

Father says. "I have dealt with his beast many times, it won't harm me." Mother tells him. Whenever BJ and I would lose control back when we had a hard time with controlling the beast, mother would stop the beast, making it give us back control. Even when the beast wouldn't listen to us, it would still listen to mother. It never had a problem with submitting to her. I hear the sound of the metal doors opening and After a few seconds pass, the loud banging of BJ ramming up against the door stop. I continue to hold my hands against my ears, taking in slow deep breaths, fighting the beast back.

I have no idea what room he is in, but I use my nose to follow his scent. I round a corner, happy that his scent is getting stronger. Yet it isn’t read that I collide with. It’s an older woman that looks just like him. His mother, perhaps? They share the same brown hair, blue eyes, and beautiful face, but the woman is obviously more feminine. Either way, she frowns and glares down at me from her imposing height. I wouldn’t consider myself short—I’m 5’6—but this woman must be 5’9. If she is Reed’s mother, then it’s clear where he got his height from.

Pretty obvious I'm gonna need to start working out more. J: What you need to do is come to one of my self-defense classes. C: I know, I know. Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement. It's the mama dog carrying one of her babies by the scruff of the neck. Being as still as I can, I watch as she hops into the truck, and then comes back out, no longer carrying the baby. Three more trips she takes back and forth before she has them all out. C: Look at this.

After Heath Renwick abandons me and our daughter for Celeste Worthing's dog for the seventh time, we finally learn our lesson. He parades around with Celeste and the dog, trending online, landing magazine features, and I don't say a word. He even tears up our daughter Maisie's favorite sketchbook to line the dog's bed, and she doesn't cry or make a fuss. Then the dog chases Maisie down a flight of stairs. She hits her head and ends up in the ER with a concussion, and only then does Heath bother to show up. "Raven! Why didn't you tell me? I'm Maisie's father too!" I spend the whole night sitting outside the emergency room. I look at him, my voice perfectly calm. "It's nothing serious,

“I’ll pluck out her fingers, she’ll bleed, but I won’t bother about cleaning, because your cum will wash away her blood.” I flounder, my chair scraping the tile, but his iron grip secures me taut. “And if you don’t?” His gaze stalks to the hounds. My bowels constrict. Mom’s face is ashen. “Then, my hounds will taste her.” “Eat shit!” I explode. Blood drizzles from his bandaged belly to my thighs. It does nothing to ease his grip. “If you touch my mother I’ll kill you.” As if psyched to him, the Canines prowl to Mom: tongue wiping teeth, cut-out tails wagging for orders, with a feral hunger in their eyes.

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

They were so tall and beautiful with their bright frog leaves. I shouted once again, "Mother. You won't get me this time. Just answer me. Where are you?" I said but I didn't get an answer. I shouted one last time, "Mother!" I walked for about another three minutes and I stumbled upon her & a wolf covered in blood. You could smell the fur from the dog, and you could smell the blood with its metallic scent. It smelled like what the humans called pennies. "Mother get up." I said.

She even took a knife and slashed at my skin, leaving trails of blood. That bloody scene shocked my dad. The man who had always been absent suddenly exploded. He raised his hand and slapped my mom hard across the face. "You crazy woman! How could you treat my child like this? Do you have any humanity left? That's our son... Your own flesh and blood!" My mom's head snapped to the side from the blow. However, this time, she did not fight back. She did not argue. She just stared blankly ahead. "This…isn't my fault…"