Female Titan Full Body Novels & Stories

Benath the strong smell of pine was the faintest whiff of something sweet—vanilla I think. Mix ti together, and it was uniquely her. Fuck. This woman was my mate. I walked towards her, captivated by her scent. Then I heard her. A low growl, followed by the heavy thud of someone hitting the ground. “We must make her ours!” my wolf growled. I clamed down on that feeling, digging my claws into the palm of my hand. “Calm down,” I ordered. I stepped into view and froze. She moved like a weapon—fast, controlled, brutal. A thin black ribbon covered her eyes, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her body knew what it was doing. Every kick, every punch, every twist of her hips was precise. Deadly.

Glowing emerald green. Bandages began to unravel on their own, peeling away from preserved skin that shimmered with an inner golden light. The body beneath was unmistakably female , voluptuous, with full breasts, wide hips, and long, powerful legs. Her skin was a warm bronze, perfectly smooth, as if death had never touched her. Glowing runes pulsed along her collarbones, down her stomach, and across her thighs. She sat up slowly, gracefully, like a queen rising from her throne.

I remembered she’d said she didn’t swim. But it was definitely her, all right. I stopped and gaped. She was splashing around in the incoming waves, demonstrating a perfect aptitude for the water. The foam streamed off her body as she frolicked. She was utterly naked, like some oceanic sprite. Something out of legend sent to seduce men—and women, too. Standing there, I beheld her gleaming bare beauty and was struck by something other than neutral appreciation. Talia was gorgeous. Her breasts heaved, and her nipples stuck out like nubs of pink coral. Her limbs were nicely toned, her backside perfectly rounded.

She's here to suffer by my hand anyway, right? Still, I find myself walking in the direction of my tent and what I find has my cock getting harder than a fucking rock. If I thought Tatiana looked hot in those conservative undergarments, she looked sexy as fuck in the tiny two-piece lingerie that Rose must have brought for her. Her skin, fair and flawless with no tan or scar on it, showing how pampered she’s been all her life. The curves of her body, it’s like the goddess took her precious time to carve her to perfection.

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

"You want to be owned by this company? You start by being owned by me." Vivienne reached into her drawer again, pulling out a thick, realistic strap-on made of dark silicone. She strapped it on over her trousers with a practiced ease. It was massive, veined, and intimidating. She lubed it up with a cold gel and pressed the head against Talia's dripping pussy. "This is what the climb feels like," Vivienne growled.

Her yoga and steady workouts keep her body toned, that’s for damn sure. Her tits are nice and full, tipped with pretty pink nipples. Her tiny waist flares into wide, shapely hips and the glistening triangle between her thick thighs with a light dusting of blonde hair is what has my knees threatening to buckle. Fuck. She’s one hell of a woman. “Fred…”

When I heard that, I knew I couldn't take chances and had to be fully prepared. However, my protest only seemed to fuel Dakota's showmanship. She moved faster, yanking the medical box out. Without even glancing at it, she tossed it over the edge of the cliff behind us, all in the name of making room for her cosmetics. "See? Problem solved," Dakota said, dusting off her hands. She had proudly shoved her precious skincare products into my backpack before looping her arm through Jack's. "Jack, you're the best! My cosmetics are way more valuable than that stupid box."

I like my balls where they are. Meredith continues. “Queen Titania likes good-looking men with a specific aesthetic: clean-cut, lean muscle, dark or bronzed skin, dark hair, strong jaw. We’re going to trim, shine, buff, and polish you within an inch of your lives before we send you off—with some powerful anti-illusion charms and a crash course in the minefield you’re about to walk into.” I scoff. “Geez, Meredith. Don’t sugarcoat it. Tell us how you really feel.”

The moment Victoria swallowed the last drop of my elixir, her transformation began. A collective gasp rose from the crowd as her human form contorted. Bones cracked and reshaped themselves with audible snaps that made several onlookers wince. Her skin rippled as thick gray fur burst through her pores, and within seconds, her wolf form appeared—but not her usual unremarkable wolf. This time, her wolf underwent an extremely obvious transformation. Her wolf form instantly grew larger, changing from an ordinary gray wolf into a top-tier Gamma wolf with superior combat abilities.