Female Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

“Now, I’ve got the scent of a filthy omega on me. What will you do to atone for this, huh?” I raised my head to see Freya, a beta-she wolf who has made it her mission to make my life a living hell in the Pack. For some reason best known to her, she saw me as a sort of competition. Looking at me, I didn’t see how I could compete with such a girl. Her red curly hair made her look like a character out of a Disney movie. She was tall and slender and had the sweetest voice. I, however, was her stark opposite. I was short and fleshy, my hair was short and tangled most of the time due to lack of care, and my voice wasn’t lady-like either.

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the lacy waist of her panties and ever so slowly I gently pulled them down to her knees to feast on the first sight of her pussy. Berl's pussy was bare, not hair in sight, plump a deep slit, pink lips poking out, shiny wet, inviting. Exposed like that I bent to seize the moment but with a girlish giggle she forestalled me and her hands were suddenly covering and hiding her jewel box, I looked up at her questioningly? "Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??"

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”

All their attention was on Jessica. Freddie had spent his life as a warrior, achieving great military glory. He retired at 40 years old, married, and started a family. His son, Jonathan, was now 28 years old. Freddie himself was 68 years old, nearing his twilight years. Jessica Cook had just turned 18 years old. She was born when Freddie was already 50 years old. Having been born to him so late in his years, she was a rare gift. Thus, it was no surprise he spoiled her rotten.

Her usual happy aura was now dimmed and more sickly. “Eladia. Look at me please.” I asked more strongly this time. Her fragile body trembled as her head slowly rose. When her face fully came into view, I felt my heartbeat speed up. Blue and purple markings covered her face and the red slit in her lip told me it had been busted. My skin lit up with the burning urge to kill the individual capable to do this to such an innocent person such as Eladia. I've seen too much of it out in the village and I won't tolerate it with someone I care for.

I cried as I sat on the floor hugging my knees, I didn’t want to die but if it’s as beautiful as it is now then I’m happy to come to terms with it. “Sapphire is fine, here she comes now. We don’t have much time, so we need to make this quick!” The woman walked towards me closely followed by a large golden wolf, it was her and she was magnificent in her true form and size. She bounced all over the place once she spotted me on the floor before running directly at me knocking me on my back as she gave me a lick all over my face. “Sapphire, that’s never going to wash out!” I giggled, making the stupid joke as I can’t wash anything as I’m dead….no washing machine’s here, is that a good thing and

I found it amusing, how his face didn't match his voice. "His face screams anger but his voice is as sweet as honey" Isis said making me chuckle. "And this" Alpha Kendrik said as he pointed to the woman standing beside Alpha Edward. "Is the Alpha of Silver Fur Back, Alpha Freya" Alpha Kendrik said making me feel shocked but also excited. I turned towards Alpha Freya who was around 5'9, chocolate brown skin with flowly black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She is the first female Alpha of our kind...Gods you could see power rolling off of her in waves! Wow!

After living with the little wolf for that long, he already knew that it was a female. "Of course, I did it a lot of times, but I have too many sons and daughters and also too many wives, I don't even remember them all, how could I remember which one you are talking about?" Golden was becoming angrier by the second but still replied. "I'm talking about a 3-star Frost Wolf and its daughter."