Dominant Female Stories Novels & Stories

Whoever defeated the other would win. I watched from below, my face hidden behind the mask. This time, things would be different. I had destroyed the Beta wolf evolution stone I crafted, forcing Katherine to honestly follow the process and absorbed her own prepared stone to fight others. The other girl on the platform was talented, second only to me in the pack. She had crafted a standard strength enhancement stone. After absorbing it, her wolf's attack power visibly increased by 50%. Katherine, however, looked nervous as she consumed her stone. To everyone's surprise, it had almost no effect. After absorbing it, her wolf was still very weak.

I could be bold when it was in a good cause. Her mobile rang soon after and she sulked for ages after listening to his tirade. I already had the impression he didn’t care for females. That set me thinking. Why did dominant males all follow a mythical Moon Goddess? Had there been a time when Alpha women listened to the dictates of a Moon God? Or was I being too fanciful?

"And what truth are you hunting for so aggressively, little wolf?" The tight space on the saddle prevented me from spinning around to confront him face-to-face, so I forced my chin over my shoulder, locking onto his peripheral gaze. "What other explanation is there for the hierarchy of the Dominion? Female wolves are statistically barred from leading the high-tier security packs. We aren't compensated equally on the ice or in the media bureaus. We aren't chosen for the Council seats. We don't get the same developmental resources in the lesser territories, and please do not insult my intelligence by claiming raw male physiology makes you superior leaders. The tactical data has disproven that

The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over. Not far from them, two women were locked in a heated scissoring session on a velvet chaise lounge. Their legs intertwined, wet folds grinding together in slippery, frantic friction, pussy against pussy, clits bumping and rubbing with delicious pressure. Their juices mixed, creating a slick mess that squelched audibly with every hump. One had her hands on the other's breasts, pinching and twisting nipples until they were red and swollen, while the other fingered her partner's clit in rapid circles, both of them panting and cursing

Pure hypocrisy and warped traditions of male dominance if there ever was such a thing, I thought, giggling internally. Female energy ruled our species and this world, coming from the Great Mother Gia. We have allowed males of our kind to be perceived as dominant, but females wielded true power. I kept thinking, but not vocalizing this. “Do not traumatize the poor little pup, don’t tell him that, he has already had enough”, my wolf Harrah snared.

Chapter Fifty-One Sin’s nails trailed across my arms as we lay facing each other, I played with the pendant of his necklace. Tracing my fingers over the swirling design, “Who is your dominant?” “Let's save that for another time,” he said. Grabbing my hand and kissing my fingertips, “Why don’t you rest for a bit and then I’ll take you back to your mates?” “I thought you wanted a night?” I said, my eyes slipping shut as his fingers moved through my hair.

She waves her hand over my face and I slip into a numb state of sleep. You see, females vampires are stronger than male vampires. It is believed that the first vampire was a woman. Many different theories exist but most say that she made a deal with the devil. To make her deadlier than man, to protect her children. That is why only women can rule and be Queen. The one who bares or birthed of the mark. I am strongest of them all. No one can kill me.

She may have had to call this whole thing off if he had proved too stalkerish. While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut off at any time, truly giving him all the power, even though the illusion was that the dominatrix was in charge. Tracy was in unexplored territory, a stranger in a strange land. The more she read, the more she thought she was stumbling around in the dark, and that her success up to this point had been a fluke, even with her new

"You've grown into quite the woman." Cassandra leaned down to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth as she ground against him. She needed this... needed to feel in control, to assert her dominance over another human being. As the weeks went by, Cassandra found herself craving that power more and more. She seduced Detective Johnson, bending him to her will as she used his body for her own pleasure. "Such a good boy," she cooed, as he knelt before her, worshipping her with his mouth. "You'll do anything for me, won't you?"

Me being the only female Alpha alive doesn't rub well on others, they feel I'm too weak to be an Alpha and I'm using every opportunity I have to prove to them that I'm not weak. "SILVANA! SILVANA!" I smile to myself when the voice of my bestfriends drift to my ears above the voice of others, they are one of reasons I haven't abandoned my Alpha title and run with my tail between my legs. I watch carefully the signs I need to know that my opponent is tired, with one swift motion I end the scuffle with my opponent passed out on floor at my feet even though he is an Alpha male. It takes more than just being a man to defeat a determined woman.