Female Vore Novels & Stories

“Brave. Or stupid. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” He didn’t touch her at first. Just walked her through the lounges. One room had a massive glass wall looking into a scene already in progress—three bodies tangled on silk sheets, moans muffled by the thick glass. Maya’s thighs pressed together as she watched a woman arch between two men, one buried in her mouth, the other fucking her slow and deep. “Like what you see?” Victor asked, stepping close behind her. His breath brushed her ear. “It’s… intense.”

"How can I say these shameless words? Even if he can not hear me, I can not be such a bitch..." “Why do not you show me your penis? I can not believe such a handsome man as you do not have a powerful penis! Besides, I have not seen a werewolf’s body before. Why do not you let me have a look...” I hear myself giggling, I see myself taking off his pants and touching his body like a lascivious mad woman... I hate it that I have eyes and ears, and I am watching and listening to what I did, which is shameless and embarrassing.

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

I placed the vibrator on her clit and she gasped. I’ve done this before but it felt so new with her, like I was afraid to break her. My tongue met her vulva, giving her an added aphrodisiac and she threw her head back in throes of ecstasy. Her legs began to shake. She had reached her peak. “Kyle,” she said my name softly. “Please,” she pleaded. “Please, what?” I asked, my voice laced with desire as I continued to tease her. I wasn’t done.

he said finally, voice low, almost a growl in its quietness, “we have no choice now but to confront it.” Her pulse jumped. “Confront what?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, just enough to erase the last remnants of space between them. She could see every subtle line of his face, every shadow under his eyes, every flicker of emotion he tried to hide. “This,” he said finally. “This—what we’ve been ignoring. The tension. The awareness. The… desire.” Amara swallowed hard. She could feel it now, in her chest, in her throat, in the tips of her fingers that itched for contact but didn’t move. “It’s real,” she whispered.

I whispered to Tori, munching on a slice of my own. Tori paused for a moment, watching the two of them with calculating eyes. “Mm, I think they’ll eat two and then ask us for some of ours.” She snickered quietly, “Male werewolves are insatiable when it comes to food and sex.” Alec and Kade’s eyes darted over to me once Tori finished speaking, and I felt a heated blush settle on my face. Clearly, they heard the two of us. It was the mention of sex that captured their male attention, typical.

“I’m in a lot of pain right now. I need them. You’re killing me." Her expression softened. The pretentious, teasing spark in her fiery eyes gave way to a look of genuine pity. She sighed, and for a fleeting second, I thought she would walk back to her desk and retrieve the bottle. She didn’t. Instead, Vera’s fingers slid deliberately beneath the neckline of her dress, the fabric yielding as she cupped the heavy weight of her right breast. She squeezed, slow and firm, until the soft flesh spilled over the edge of her bra, the pale curve of it rising into the open air of my office. Her nipple slipped free a moment later—already tight, the dark pink tip stiffening further under the cool air and

Damon trails after me when I leave. We step into the next room. Jace is already there. He’s standing behind a petite Asian woman, both hands cupping her bréasts as she watches the bed. A thin blonde girl is sprawled across the mattress, two men working their way into her. One lies beneath her, cóck buried in her pússy. Another kneels at her ass, pressing in with a thick shaft. She jerks a third guy off while moaning. At the foot of the bed, two women are locked in a sixty-nine. The one on the bottom is gripping thighs, moaning against the top girl’s séx. Her body starts to tremble. She’s close.

“I can feel it. But we are not done worshiping our Goddess yet.” They flipped her over, until she was on all fours. Fynn knelt behind her, hands spreading her open as he kissed her slick folds from behind, his tongue greedier now. Kai knelt in front again, stroking himself as he looked down at her. “Let me fuck that mouth again. Just a little deeper this time.” She took him with a moan, enjoying it all: the way they were using her, worshipping her, undoing her. Fynn’s voice was hoarse. “I want to fuck you, Vienna. I want to feel you clench while Kai fills your mouth.”

“Except that I get to f-k the star at the end of it.” She laughed, and returned her attention to Victor, taking him into her mouth so that he cried out, his hips rising. “Oh, yes,” Vice murmured, his voice deep and throaty. She angled so that Vice could see better, understanding that the voyeurism was as important a part to the men as the sex, Victor knowing that Vice watched, and Vice watching, scooping her hair back over her shoulder as she took Victor deep. Both men moaned. As she drew back up, she trailed her tongue over Victor’s sensitive tip and heard him take in a sharp breath.