Novel & Cerita Dogman X Petey Ao3

" I tried to calm myself down, but it was too late. My fury had reached a boiling point, and I was consumed by a rage I couldn't control. I remember feeling an overwhelming urge to unleash my beast, to let it roam free and wreak havoc and I found a suitable outlet for my fury. I targeted those who deserved it, the kind that wronged me. I destroyed the pack, the thrill of unleashing my beast and watching them cower in fear. They thought they could stand against me, but I am the demon werewolf, the one who has brought terror to both the supernatural and human worlds. I slaugh***tered them all, their screams and pleas for mercy music to my ears. But as I was driving away from the carnage, I fel

Elle said and Kyle came out of the kitchen and walked towards Elle. "What's the problem?" He asked "She has a nose bleed" Elle said "My Pet?" Kyle said as he turned to Eva and Elle nodded "I'm not your pet Kyle" Eva said and Kyle smiled "Okk..Since you are not my pet, stop your nose bleed yourself" He said about to walk back to the kitchen when Eva said "Fine, fine, fine. I'm your Pet" Kyle had a small smile on his face when he heard her and said "Not convincing enough". Eva sighed and said in a playful voice "I'm your Pet. Your one and only Pet". Kyle smirked and walked towards her and held her hand as he went to where he kept the first aid.

Ryan growled, snapping his jaws wildly, but his strikes barely scratched Pete’s thick hide. The crowd laughed louder now, enjoying the spectacle. Ryan struggled, his body heaving, but Pete held him down effortlessly. Finally, with one heavy swipe of his claws, Pete sent Ryan tumbling across the dirt. Ryan lay there, chest heaving, his small wolf form trembling. The crowd cheered for Pete as he stood tall, his chest puffed out, his eyes gleaming with victory. Ryan got to his paws slowly, his ears still flat, his eyes burning with quiet fury.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

We reached the top of the mountain with enough time to spare, and as we stepped onto the viewpoint. It was still a bit dark but we could make out the sea, and the tinge of light in the horizon. "What do I get for being a good boy?" I pulled her to my chest, snuggling my face into her neck, taking in the scent of her lavender bodywash and sweat. Meanwhile, I probably stunk of sweat and sex. "Xander King actually went from the Pitbull boss to the golden retriever husband." She giggled. I bit her skin, making her yelp.

"I would be honored to take you into my...Harem...Aunt Carrie." Mom giggles, realizing that is exactly what I have: three women, now four women, to satisfy occasionally. "Do it, Carrie. Petey is an incredible lover, especially for such a young guy. And speaking of him being young, multiple cums before flagging or a real quick turnaround. It's so hot, and his cum tastes pretty damn good too. Don't tell him I said so, but it's much better than Pat's." The two women both blush and then giggle. Carrie gets a look of concentration, then quietly says, "Make love to me, Peter. Remind me what it's like to not feel like a piece of meat but like a wanted woman."

Just stands there,starting at my bleeding form next to his feat. And then a low angry growl rumbled from his chest , showing his disappointment in me. His resentment towards me for running away when I was in heat. I couldn't help lower my gaze, and that's when he moves forward , assessing the damage. His sniffs me everywhere circling around me , making me extremely comfortable. But I didn't dare move or snarl at him. His snout nudging on my hind leg, asking me to open it to show him my wound clearly.

' pulsing around me. Flipping to doggy, I switched to her ass, railing deep while she screamed into a throw pillow, 'Pound my shithole! Harder, make it burn!' We synced our climaxes, my cum flooding her as she spasmed, the mess leaking onto the couch. Towels mopped us up, hearts hammering from the proximity of discovery...Aiden's footsteps overhead like a ticking bomb.

I got up to go down to the corner store to grab some food for it and it followed me behind from a distance. We return with some food which I'm not sure is the most pet hungry but the dog laps up and I chuckle at how he was eating it with so much vigor and I open the bag of chips I got from the store too. "So how did you become homeless and a stray?" The dog didn't bother answering it just shifted to a more comfortable position. "Well then, let me tell you how I became a stray and homeless. I fell in love with a boy with the most beautiful brown eyes." The dog barked and I chuckled.

It turned him on so well. Damon started to carry fuck him as they went walking all over the mansion filling all the empty void with their moan. Keatton feels his entrance coming wet again. He had this urge to pee as Damon drilled him. “Da-Daddy! I-I’m—ngaaaaaaaahhhh!!” and like a fountain, his pussy squirted in the air. Damon smiled and licked his son’s pussy once more. “D-Daddy! G-Get out. I am pe-peeing,” Keatton fought the pee he called. “Go on, baby. It’s not pee. It is a squirt. You are quirting, son,” and Damon fingered his pussy, making Keatton squirt once again. He pts back his dick again, and Damon loved the feeling of the wet pussy. And in no time, “Baby! Daddy is cumming inside yo