Exotic Storytelling Novels & Stories

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WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Cindy, a cum-drenched wreck covered in sweat, milk, and drying semen, stood on the platform on shaky legs. “I have a special birthday wish,” she announced breathlessly. The twelve bulls and the guests cheered wildly. “I want all of you to breed me again… flood my married womb with your superior seed. And I want my pathetic cuck to watch every thick drop go inside me, then suck every single one of your big black cocks clean while he fucks his own ass like the desperate, broken bitch he is.” “Cuck, you must smile, thank your masters properly, and make that fluffy tail bounce for everyone.” Laughter and applause filled the room. Mark’s face flushed deep red with shame.

She tossed her hair back, regained herself. “And those people in the crates out there? Heading off to some space rock breeding colony or the exotic pet slave trade? They wouldn’t sign up for that if they knew.” Xan was flushing green with every breath. He was trying to maintain his cool, but he was heated, all right. I’m anything you want me to be. She caught a glimpse of that iridescent shimmer in both his men. The one with his hands in his pockets was shifting those hands inside the fabric. How uncomfortable to be a creature with so much squeezed into the frame of so little.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

The exchange wasn’t merely a transaction of goods; it was a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of two distinct cultures. The Duskwood wolves, with their rugged independence and fierce loyalty, possessed a rich oral tradition. Their storytelling evenings were legendary, filled with tales of cunning hunts, daring escapes from natural predators, and the heroic exploits of their ancestors. These weren’t just stories; they were living history, passed down through generations, shaping their identity and values. The Silvermoon wolves, on the other hand, possessed a deep reverence for nature and a profound understanding of its rhythms. Their stories were gentler, focusing on the interconnectedn

One wouldn’t know if it was a water droplet from the waterfall’s constant roar or if it came from his eyes. “Listen to your dragon, Creed. I only want you, you are the only one that would make me happy,” I pleaded. I pleaded like a little girl wanting the lollipop from the candy store. How did I result to this? Also begging for a man not like me in the slightest. I promised myself I would never succumb to such a thing, especially with stories and stories I had written, but this was different. Different land, culture, men and women, creatures of unexpected proportions staring at me in the face.

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "Um. Well, it was a gift and he wanted you to always have a piece of him" she lied. "Okay, I heard a story. A werewolf married a human, Terra. He was known as Supreme Genzzi. Now I want to believe those names don't have anything to do with my parents?" I asked again. How can she lie to me now that she obviously knows everything? "What kind of a movie is that?" She smiled. "This house belongs to my father! Why are you lying to me!?" I shouted. I was done with her lies. She is still lying to my face.

somebody asked, which made everyone giggle. “No way. If they did, she wouldn’t be walking properly,” another added. In a chorus of laughter, I felt my cheeks darken with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo, a maid I barely interacted with, said. I knew she had a few relationships with other werewolves, never shying from her sexual escapades and retelling stories. “Yeah, if it was me, I wouldn’t only try to date him but use him to better my life. He is rich—use him and raise your power,” she added, which wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t interested in him at all. I had no interest in being with a man like King Baldwin.