Female Ash Novels & Stories

Monika had wandered off to get a pint, chatting happily with some red-haired lass at the bar when Ashly had last looked over. Ashly took a long pull from her glass of juice before pressing the cold glass against her forehead in hopes of some kind of relief from the heat. She sighed when it didn't work and quickly put her hands to the bottom of her vest, tugging it up and off of her body to the sounds of catcalls and cheers from both men and women around her. She grinned, feeling buzzed and liquid from the five glasses of juice with a drop of alcohol mixed on them; she'd already downed in quick succession. When a fit man came up behind her and slid his hands to Ashly's hips, Ashly rolled her

Asha was struggling to control her reactions, not happy that he already had her whimpering. He looked down at her pussy in awe. “See lil mama? I ain’t even done nothing yet and she’s already gushing for me.” Asha started moaning when he gave her lower lips a french kiss and knew that if this was just the start then she would be unable to keep quiet the rest of the night, a problem she never had with anyone else.

And the fact that the house was drenched in Asher's scent wasn't helping at all. " Fuck " Lisa cursed as she pulled her fingers out of her pussy. It was coated in her juices and she had recovered yet from another unsatisfying orgasm. She still didn't feel satiated, which means she probably wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight. The house was silent, as it was past midnight everyone else had gone to sleep.

She had never been aroused by same sex but there was this feeling she felt by just staring at Neah's body. " You're beyond seduction and by the Goddess, you're an enchantment~" Ashley purred, her gaze still fixed on Neah's chest. Neah grabbed the sheets to cover herself immediately but Ashley threw the sheets away. "What the hell are you doing!" Neah barked, her wolf nearing to the surface as the urge to tear Ashley apart rile up. Ashley laughed like a maniac " You're not one of us and I can see you're a werewolf, do you think you would be any match for me?"

“Yes, it’s your turn.” Ashley’s nails are painted pale pink; I notice the shade as she trails her fingertips lightly over my tented khakis. Then – without me even asking – she shimmies out of her sweatpants. She’s not wearing underwear either... who are these girls? Without a word, the eighteen-year-old positions herself over my lap, making sure there’s plenty of pressure on my raging hard-on. Her body on mine feels so fucking good – and I think that’s exactly what she intended.

Ashlyn was dumbfounded by his accusation, her disbelief etched on her face. "When did I not allow you to look? You can be friends with anyone you want. And when was I acting touchy touchy?" There was disgust on Ashlyn's face. Ashlyn was aware that the muscular, strong warrior wolves were often considered conventionally attractive by female werewolves, who harbored fantasies about them. For Ashlyn, who could easily surpass them in strength and skill, they were mere wolves in need of further training. No matter how much physical contact she had with them, she never entertained any inappropriate thoughts or intentions.

"I found her. She's in a cave." Ash's voice was a strained whisper, raw with a mix of relief and fear. He knelt at the mouth of a small, hidden cavern, the entrance shrouded by dense vines. The air was heavy, not just with the scent of pine and damp earth, but with something else—a strong, addictive pheromone that whispered of an Omega caught in the throes of a heat, fighting every urge to yield. It was the scent of Rhea, mature and intoxicating, a thick blend of her desperation and her strength.

She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "A handsome guy asked me to give you this flower. He told me not to tell you, but you're so pretty that I decided to betray him." I was taken aback. Then, I couldn't help a small laugh at her innocent words. "Help me thank him, then." The little girl ran off, her footsteps pattering away until she disappeared from my sight. I stuck the snow rose into a flowerpot nearby. Isaac glanced over suspiciously. "Izzy, what did she say?" "Nothing much. Ooh, it's getting cold. Let's go back inside." He scratched his head, then wheeled me back to my hospital room.

“Yes.” “Is there more?” “She’s also a whore,” she adds. I flinch. I hate that word. “She used to sleep around with all the boys in the pack because she wanted to feel special. I think maybe because she has no wolf. She also has a hard time controlling her anger. See,” Ash holds up her scraped hand, apparently caused when she fell to the ground earlier this evening. “She did this. She pushed me or punched me or something, I can’t remember, all I know is I ran into her at your sister’s house, and the next thing I know I’m on the ground holding my head.”

Me being the only female Alpha alive doesn't rub well on others, they feel I'm too weak to be an Alpha and I'm using every opportunity I have to prove to them that I'm not weak. "SILVANA! SILVANA!" I smile to myself when the voice of my bestfriends drift to my ears above the voice of others, they are one of reasons I haven't abandoned my Alpha title and run with my tail between my legs. I watch carefully the signs I need to know that my opponent is tired, with one swift motion I end the scuffle with my opponent passed out on floor at my feet even though he is an Alpha male. It takes more than just being a man to defeat a determined woman.