Female Ken Kaneki Novels & Stories

It feels so damn good. It hits me like a tidal wave that the woman I thought was my stepsister, the girl I fancied when we were young is beneath me. Kenna Bodega wants me! Kenna Bodega has her amazing, strong legs wrapped around my waist. Kenna Bodega has her warm, wet clit rubbing on my abs. Holy smoking fucking guns, the woman I wanted so badly and could never have is beneath me. Driving me towards her so my aching cock slides inside her wet, hot cunt.

From now on, they could fly away and develop freely. Alex was about to strike while the iron was hot. He called Isla alone to a secluded place to cultivate their feelings, only to see Big Ken come in. Along with Big Ken, there was a beautiful woman in black leather clothes and leather pants. She looked to be about 25 or 26 years old. She had short, thin, medium height, and a well-proportioned figure. Her skin was in a healthy wheat color. At first glance, it was obvious that she was a master of fitness. Although she was not the first-class beauty in the eyes of ordinary people, her temperament was excellent, and her appearance was not a burden.

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”

But I’m not. I inhale deeply before finally pressing the doorbell. Seconds later, the door swings open, revealing a beautiful black-haired woman I don’t recognize. Her striking blue-green eyes widen as she gasps, staring at me as if I’m a ghost. "Serene?" she whispers in awe. "Yeah, that’s me. And you are…?" I ask cautiously. "Oh! I’m Kenna Basin from Lighten Pack. Kaden’s mate and wife," she says, and my eyes widen.

explained ken to the young eiji “ok” although eiji didn’t get it all but he just answered ken. “well, he is a good kid huh, but wouldn’t it become a problem with his second gender? I’m an alpha remember? Although I’m not against him being here since I like him too but won’t it be a problem when he grows up and when he had his heat.”asked gen

And now my pillow was in his lap and my few clean, few dirty underwear lay scattered behind him. “What the hell Ken” I ran and grabbed the underwear from him. I gathered the rest behind him and walked over to my wardrobe to hide them away. “Who's that” the stupid female asked through his phone. “My baby cousin. Say hi Elodie” Ken said and turned the screen to me and I glared at the topless dark skinned girl. “Rude much?” Ken smirked at me and continued talking to miss-I've-got-cute-tits-wanna-see?

he grumbled lazily. This fact about Keira Sashenka, no one knows other than Girls Knight. The woman, who had already passed her twenty-fifth year, still couldn't find someone who could make her completely wet. Arabella's chuckle aired. The woman still smiled even though her eyes showed pity. More like mocking. "We're all the same, Kei. The difference is, we can and you can't." He said in a humorous tone.

“Stretch me! Ruin your new pet!” Takeshi pounded me with powerful strokes, his hips slapping loudly against my ass while Kenji fucked my face in perfect rhythm. The wet, filthy sounds of their cocks using me echoed through the chamber. Akira watched from her raised seat, slowly sipping sake, her kimono parting to reveal her smooth thighs. “Deeper,” she commanded calmly. “Make her gag and squirt for the clan.”

Aiko bowed slightly—petite, long dark hair, quiet eyes. They answered basic questions about experience, boundaries, comfort with being watched. Then Kai nodded. “Clothes off.” They undressed without hesitation. Kenji’s cock was average length, clean and well-groomed. Aiko’s breasts were small and high, nipples pink and already tight. Kai and Elara walked around them slowly. Elara noted the smoothness of Aiko’s skin, the piercing on her breast, it reminded her of Meela a little bit. Then, she looked at the way Kenji held himself. When instructed, Kenji bent Aiko over a padded bench and entered her. Their rhythm was competent but mechanical—steady thrusts, quiet moans. Elara felt a mild spark

I reach the staff quarters of my room, and push the door open without hesitation, needing silence, needing to think, needing— I freeze. The last person on earth I expected to see is sitting on the edge of my narrow bed. Kenna. Her legs crossed, one manicured nail tapping idly against her knee. Her smile is slow, venomous, calculating. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Hello, Ginnie.” Kenna rises gracefully from the bed, like a predator about to strike. “I think it’s high time we talk. Don’t you agree?”