Erotica Werewolf Novels & Stories

I can't wait for her to be done, I swiftly turn her on her back and also sink my fang into her neck. I feel her stiffen under me. Her blood came dripping out of the two tiny puncture wounds that I made and I suck greedily. After I'd gotten a mouthful, I offered my neck with the blood still dripping out for her to suck. Taking each other's blood during sex is another level of pleasure for werewolves. It's erotic. I have never seen a more potent aphrodisiac. Afterward, we kiss and taste each other's blood. She pulls away from our kiss first and chuckles.

Erica wanted to thank her because she was nowhere near 'ready' for the ritual. "Ah, I am only kidding. No pressure on you honey. Remember werewolves are beasts but they are way better than humans." Jade accompanied her statement with a kind smile that silently conveyed that it was okay to not be ready or not wanting to consummate. Erica nodded curtly, swallowing back her nervousness.

This is outrageous. Derric had never felt this way before. The scent of the girl's scarred body was somehow seductive to him. Had he followed his wild instincts, he would have devoured the werewolf girl already. Another problem is, Derric has never had sex with anyone before. Derric sighed. “This is madness!” he cursed inside her heart. “She is a werewolf! There's no way she could be my mate!” “You look very stupid right now, Ric.”

“Cum on my cock again. Let me feel you break.” Elara shattered, screaming his name, walls milking him rhythmically. Kael kept thrusting through it, then flipped her onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other pinched her nipple. “Mine. My witch. My wolf.” The chase resumed outside—spells exploding closer. Adrenaline spiked their lust. Kael fucked her faster, knot swelling. “They’re coming. But I’m not stopping until I fill you.”

After spending a few hours checking out her giant main body for any possible errors, a certain loli dark elf finally managed to satisfy her paranoia and had now decided to return to her terminal (the globe). Upon sitting down in the chair next to it and tapping on the terminal, as if it was routine, the loli narrowed her search into finding a certain werewolf.

He had a werewolf. Great.

He murmured pulling his hand out of her, I assumed Abigail was holding his hand while he slept, but Abigail wasn't here, she wasn't here yet. Zion babbled and waved his hand, asking for his mother's. And I did what Abigail would do, give him my hand. His hand is so small, so soft and delicate, he squeezes my hand, and he calms down, sighs and continues sleeping. It's strange for me to be able to bring peace of mind to other people, being a werewolf I never thought I would have that effect, quite the opposite. I feel a tingling in my hand, like a weak current of energy, a tingling, it's strange, my body begins to feel slightly heavy, dull, without vitality. And the tingling intensifies and I

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...