Female Muscle Novels & Stories

I couldn’t quite believe how lucky I had gotten. She was relatively short compared to most of our kind, and she was slim build. This in itself was unusual. Werewolves, even the she-wolves, tended to at least have some muscle mass visible under the skin. But Sienna, she barely had any. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t in good form. I could tell by her legs that she was a runner, it was more general strength that she was missing. The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator.

I can feel it. I know something's brewing out there, and I'd bet my toes this time that it has something to do with the captain. I did squats until my legs cave in. I lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. I raised my hands and felt the fingers bound by casts under the bandages. They said something about me straining my wrists, and the plaster will prevent something like that. When I had ample rest, I started doing squats again. Then sit-ups. Women had this thin layer of fat, which is why they'd always stay softer than men, probably one of the reasons why men are deemed the more vigorous sex.

Another spat. "I've said that before, and I'll keep saying it. Our females are the best. They are tighter, and they have more action on bed. These humans are just wack! Few thrusts and they're already loose like a basin." Someone grumbled nastily.

These were no ordinary men; they were superbly built, with chiseled features and an aura of raw power that made even the most devout Muslim woman’s heart flutter. Fatma, a 20-year-old Arab beauty with sultry eyes and luscious curves, watched from her window as the knights paraded through the streets. Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, and the bulges in their trousers hinted at the potent virility that lay beneath. Fatma felt a warmth spreading through her body, a sensation she had never experienced before. Her nipples hardened beneath her abaya, and a dampness began to gather between her thighs.

“Ella said you wanted to see me,” Gold remarked in a questioning voice after knocking on the door frame. “Yes, Gold, please sit down,” commented Ms Sonia, I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Gold sat down and waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point while in a Garryer of fact voice, Ms Sonia began, “I’ve noticed in gym class that during strenuous exercises your teen breasts seem to bounce much more than normal, I don’t know why, but it’s bad for your chest muscles to have them banging and moving around so much!”

I shrugged. “How did you get him onto the floor so easily,” it seemed the lunas were more interested now. “He didn’t plant his feet properly,” I smiled as Blake helped David up.” “And you just knew that by looking at him?” I nodded, “Being a woman means he has more muscle mass and weight than I do. I have to look for ways to exploit that to my advantage before he is able to overpower me.” “You’ve only been training for a few months?” David gave me a doubtful look.

Even though she was in the room now, she still felt embarrassed at the moment when she thought of yesterday. She even saw his naked body. His naked body was really perfect. His chest was strong and strong, and he had strong abdominal muscles. The muscles on his body were very perfect. His legs were much longer than ordinary men's, and the connection between the lines contained a strong sense of power.

I growled, stretching my arms and legs in an attempt to get the soreness in my muscles to relax and ease away. “We aren’t human, we never will be. We are animals at heart, and animals respect power and strength, blame genetics and the Moon Goddess that male wolves tend to be more powerful than she-wolves.” “So I am weaker than you because I have tits?” I growled out, wanting to advance on him but knowing in this singular instance, I was in fact, weaker than him.

The only weapons available to me were my quickness of thought and ability to engage my opponent on a psychological level. “Ah, so, you’re a girl?” Okay, perhaps not the smartest thing to say to the living embodiment of your nightmares. Some women might even take offence at the question. Femininity, or the lack of, can be a sore point for those females with a more robust physique. Bodybuilders, Olympic athletes, giant demonic beings... it can be a touchy subject.

"Strength, fitness, and agility can all be built through training. Whether you're male or female is irrelevant in the supernatural world. While men might often have more raw strength, speed and precision can be just as devastating. A well-placed series of quick strikes can topple even the strongest opponent. Women often have higher pain tolerances than males, meaning they can be trained to withstand harder hits and have higher stamina so they can fight for longer." I had two of my warriors step forward, Jason and Ashlyn. We had already discussed what would happen previously, so Jason was ready to potentially lose to Ashlyn, though I knew he'd be trying to beat her. Ashlyn was 150 centimetres