Novel & Cerita Erotica Werewolf

I was thrown of my feet, I wanted more of him, I kept dragging his body and holding on to his dick for him to get to fucking me already as my whole body was literally on fire and the desire to have his dick into my Pussy was intense. Derrick stroked his dick and slide it into my pussy and kept thrusting in and out of me. My whole body was vibrating. He fucked me so well. We made love for about 20 mins, wow Derick lasts so long in bed, I wonder what he got the strength from. Oh! I get it, he is a werewolf. When he was about to cum, he jecked so hard, his cum were so creamy and tick, he splashed on my face and poured some into my mouth.

She got all she courage she needed before taking my member into her mouth, licking away the cum that had followed it from the used condom. God, I couldn’t control myself when she pushed my member all the way to her throat until it was very much touching the back of her throat and she can get sick from it. I tried to get her out but she strongly attached her lips to the end, sucking it in and giving it a very treatment. Who had ever thought that a werewolf could be this sexy?

Werewolves are known to be savage beings, after all. Still, she found herself staring, completely transfixed, as the brown-haired werewolf dug the other's face to the dirt, her gaze on his smirk. No matter how much Proserpina was joked and teased to be an ‘asexual plant’ courtesy of William, she was still capable of acknowledging attractive beings especially when she sees one… and that particular werewolf does have a pleasant face in a roguish, boyish kind of way that somehow made her think of Eros in the height of his work, especially during June weddings. Or around his beloved Psyche–whichever works.

Accalia held him close as she couldn't clasp her legs together, because she felt the heat in her middle region. Slowly, Ethan ran his hands beneath him,in search of where her wetness resided. Accalia gasped when his hands rubbed at the entrance of her clit, before he pushed a finger in. Accalia screamed and he added another finger,then another until he gave her,her first orgasm. A werewolf when sexually excited could go for more than three rounds at a go and not get tired,so after her first orgasm, Ethan brought out his hardened genitalia and pounded into Accalia until she jerked violently and he came

Watching his unfettered looks, there was a burn in her chest. She wished him to get moved by her touches and love her back like she had always done. His single touch is enough for her to get into a wild dream. She smiled and moved closer to his ear. "What are you doing?" He growled again. Jessica smiled and bit the corner of his ears. It's one of the most sensitive spots of a Werewolf, and male wolves were bound to be turned on, once bitten in the ear.

“What the fuck do you mean by that? We had sex once-” “Now she has you by the balls,” I chuckle, watching as he clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth. “And from what I’ve heard, she’s got it pretty bad, too.” He simply sighs when I say this, then shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work, Vega,” he grumbles, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “She’s a fucking werewolf, anyway.” “Half-wolf, half-succubus, and last I checked, Succubi worship the same Goddess as Vampires,” I add, having learned that from Luna Caterina.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.