E621 Gay Wolf Novels & Stories

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.

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>Waylon, what the fuck? >After we finish sculpture, bean said he want to draw a wolf. I give him paper and pencil and he draw wolf. Wolf have green eyes. I ask who wolf it is cause wolf small and cute; he say his? I ask what wolf name and he say Cyraeneus,< Waylon answered as he brushed his fingers through Caiden’s black hair. >Cyraeneus? I’ve never heard of him before. Wait, so he has a wolf?< Dante asked.

18+ ONLY. The shaft pierced me, sliding home with minimal resistance, I am shamed to admit. I cried out as both woman and wolf as he filled me. I wasn’t even sure which member of the Pack it was and he was fucking me bare with the burning intent to get me with child. I was helpless to resist. I could only lie there on my belly as he humped me vigorously, mindlessly. I felt his knot swell inside me and I wailed despairingly even as pleasure swept over me, again and again like waves of the sea. My body sang for him to unload his nut inside me. The others gathered round, panting and drooling, cocks hard and dripping at the ready as they awaited their turn with me. My pussy opened all the more

Witch Everly in true wolf form. I flipped it over and saw a photo of a wolf with its eyes as the focus of the photo. It wasn’t in color, but it looked like there were swirls of white in this wolf’s eyes. Swirls like… Jake’s eyes got some times. Could that be a glare from the photo? Something told me it was more than that. Was the entry I read true? Did Witch Everly have a wolf? What was a true wolf form? A really pure wolf?

What a bizarre turn! He turned to me and forced a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I don't believe in she-wolf and mates. But you know what I think about gays?" I shook my head, and he turned back to the road before saying, "It's very inappropriate. The moon goddess sees it as a sin, so I wouldn't tolerate you being gay. It's better you date a she-wolf than your fellow man." "Would you let me date a she-wolf then?" I probed cautiously. I already knew the answer, but just wanted to give it a try since it's been many years since we discussed this matter.

’ Cardinal was pacing as he growled at me. ‘But I don’t. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I don’t want a mate who’s a man.’ I countered. ‘You don’t get a choice.’ Cardinal snarled at me. ‘And have you considered that I do? That I want him? He’s my mate too damn it!’ Cardinal growled. ‘Are you honestly telling me you like males?’ I questioned. I didn’t believe that. It wouldn’t make sense that my wolf would have a completely different sexuality than me. Either way, I don’t want a man for a mate.

“I would understand if you wanted to reject me and take a chosen mate. Someone who can give you pups of your own.” My mouth fell open in shock at her words. It wasn’t unusual for gay wolves to take opposite sex mates. Our DNA hardwired us to want to procreate, we all felt that drive the strongest during the monthly haze. Even so, I had never considered it for myself, choosing to wait until I found my true mate or at least a woman I could see myself with long term.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

Stoll still couldn’t say anything. “You saw how it was in the city. No one looked twice. There are hundreds of wolves over at Lupercalia every night that are gay or supportive of gay wolves.” “And there are millions of people everywhere else that aren’t,” Stoll finally spoke. “And you know werewolf packs are behind the times, stuck in their ways, and severely patriarchal. Cloistered in our packs in the woods. Some don’t even have electricity, much less the internet and access to new thoughts.”