Fem X Fem Novels & Stories

Marcus asked. "Em, nothing. Just...something this punk told me" she answered and made to sit down. "I'm not a punk" Kane denied with an obvious frown. "What are you then, chap? Lad? Douche bag?" She grinned. "No my dear friend but you are obviously a frog." "Touché" she laughed "then get ready to croak with me tonight my dear friend because obviously, a frog only befriends a frog" she smirked. Kane wanted to counterattack but Grace cut in, "cut it out you two, we know you love each other no need flaunting it every time we are together."

I look at the two figures beside her. “Hi! I’m Felix. Please call me they/them.” It’s the person who was next to me in the meeting hall. Their grin is huge, and now take a look at their tie-dye t-shirt, capris, and brown sandals. “Xenia,” the girl next to Felix says, with a shy smile. She’s short by werewolf standards. Probably like 5’5’’. She has long brown hair and brown eyes to match, and she’s wearing a cute yellow sundress, paired with black sandals. Oddly, has glasses on.

Their marriages are segregated by class. Felix agreed: [Even if he did buy it specifically for you, so what? How much is a heating pad worth? Caterpie, you need to stay alert. Don't let yourself be swayed just because of a heating pad! Don't underestimate me. As a man, I understand men better than you girls. I can tell that Xander definitely has ulterior motives toward Caterpie!]

She never even participated in the bidding for the final piece. There was only one explanation. Someone had bid that outrageous amount behind the scenes and done it using her name to back her up. Unconsciously, Felix’s grip on Xena’s waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin with enough force to leave marks. “Felix, you’re hurting me…” Xena whispered, wincing in pain. But Felix shot her a vicious glare and squeezed harder. “You and your sister are exactly the same,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Nothing but gold-digging trash.”

Seeing my prolonged silence, the others exchanged glances, confused. The awkward tension in the air was palpable. Another pack member, a tall brunette named Sarah, spoke up, "Katherine, you shouldn't talk about such confidential matters so openly. Aren't you afraid someone might copy your process and craft the same stone?" Katherine smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with false modesty. "I only discussed the details with Emma. She's so talented, how could she possibly copy a nobody like me to craft her stone?"

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

CHAPTER SEVEN: The sound of two skins vigorously slapping each other could be heard. "Ahh" "Yes!!" "Please.. go harder.." "Ouch! Xander!! Xander!!" The bitch moans filled the room but Xander raised her legs even more and added more pace in which he was thrusting into her. "Oh! Yes.. yes" "I'm gonna... I'm gonna.. f**k!" She cummed carelessly but Xander wasn't done yet, he f*cked her harder when he noticed that he was getting there too and when he reached the jackpot, he pulled out then turned her to face him before releasing all his cum into her mouth which she happily swallowed.

“Good if not I was going to have you train with the other witches. Ok so I want to give you all a little info about the pack before the festival tonight. So before everyone from Red Moon comes we have 1000 members everyone for 8-40 trains and there are multiple classes. Sam I would like you to start trading the classes with Sarah and Trent. Jess you will be training with two classes one is a wolf class the other is X class that’s for magic or vampires. Training is mandatory everyday but the weekends those are voluntary. Any questions?” Everyone shakes their heads no. “Ok only other thing we need to talk about is the festival today. Everything is already in order and many of the other pack wi

she promised. "Thank you, Mistress Clara." The domme grinned. "But I CAN teach you something new right now." She moved her head close to Shamira's crotch, which confused the submissive. Clara never went down on her when she was being dominant. But Clara's mouth was not moving towards her pussy, but rather slightly further down the leg. "You know what the femoral artery is, don't you?" She saw Shamira nod. "I want to show you that the neck isn't the only place that you can feed from," she growled hungrily, "and I want you to feel what it is like." Clara sank her fangs into the inside of the thigh. She increased blood flow in the area, making Shamira's already swollen pussy even more sensitive

I was on a diet, a sex diet to be exact for the past month. Femella stirred in her sleep and moved to my side. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She blinked a couple of times and looked around. Her eyes registered confusion that instantly dissipated when she locked eyes with me. And then she smiled at me. That kind of sultry innocent smile that melts my insides. "Good morning.." I didn't think any further and went on top of her, my hands pinning her down. Why would I even hesitate? Femella is here in his arms for his own taking.