Novel & Cerita Dogman Stories

EMMA My body felt boneless, utterly spent, yet glowing with a deep, satisfied warmth I had never experienced before. I lay sandwiched between Sarah and Jake in the middle of the huge bed, our skin slick with sweat, cum, and pussy juices. My head rested on Sarah’s soft, heaving breasts while Jake spooned me from behind, his softening cock nestled against my ass and one strong arm draped possessively over my waist. The room smelled like sex—musky, sweet, and filthy. The only sounds were our slowing breaths and the occasional soft kiss pressed to bare skin.

Dakota purred, her fingers tracing along his collar. Jake scoffed. "She's probably busy scrubbing the floor right now. After all, she knows there's a tiny 0.01% increase waiting." Soon, the stillness of the night was broken by the sound of tearing fabric and moans. With a deep breath, I flung the tent flap open. Moonlight spilled in, revealing two bodies entwined. Dakota had a leather collar around her neck, with her black stockings partially rolled down. All the while, Jake kept his hand clamped around her waist.

I laughed, “you are aware I don't know what happened right? My legs hurt, I'm tired, and I woke up to being attacked by a giant white wolf thing. Which if I had a nickel for every time that's happened it would be too many nickels!” I'll do better to protect you. I'm sorry. He whispered, weighing his head even more on my lap as my hands couldn't stop themselves. I was now petting him. Damn he was too fluffy too and feeling his fur against my skin was something that stimulated my nerve endings waking them back up. “You and I need to have a serious conversation after all of this.” I grumbled. Mmmhmm, he nodded his head. You're going to tell me what a Baku is, why it was trying to kill you, how

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Karen couldn't believe all the changes in her life in such a short time. Less than three weeks ago she was day dreaming about a man she walked past on the street. Now she couldn't wait to be his mate and become a wolf. She watched her chocolate colored wolf running through the trees in his pursuit of a deer. She wondered if she'd be able to do it, chase after an animal and kill it. He had assured her that her wolf would take care of it for her. It would be a natural instinct. She still worried.

I use my bound hands to hurt him in the back even though I know nothing will work. He was running fast despite being surrounded by huge roots from the tree when I saw someone approaching in our direction, I saw the white wolf running fast to catch up and I knew it. He was the one who helped me at that forest in the hunting party. Speeding until he could catch us, he ran ahead and blocked the man's way. The man did nothing but lower me to the ground, I was slightly hurt because he lowered me to the rocky ground and hurt my back. He is slowly changing into a black wolf. I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard.

Story written with a randomly generated story as the base. Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry. He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Peter stoped giving me a blow joab and squeezed my chin, calling me a good bitch. “Woof woof!” Grey stopped eating me out and held my leash, pulling me out of the couch and making me stand. They both sat on the chair, smiling and looking at me with so much lust. “Do you know what the favourite style of a dog is?” “Doggy?” “Affirmative.” I looked at them and laughed. “Nice humor.” I moved closer to them, lying sideways and ar hing my ass the best way i can. I held my legs open wide, to let Peter fuck me from behind while i opened my mouth, allowing Grey’s dick to enter inside.