Female Zamasu Novels & Stories

Zama is in the woods already in the arms of the Beta of Riverside pack. "Will you allow me to take you as my mistress Zama." Donald asks her. "No, it's way too degrading for me Don, I can't." "But you are all I think of despite having a mate. You drive me insane Zama. Please consider my request." Donald begs as Zama plays with his ears. She clearly knows what buttons to push to make her men begging for more. That's why it always surprises her why Möbius doesn't fall for her.

Selenian said. - What's more, for the first time, we have the queen of demons and representatives of the demon summit. - Selenian said, presenting the demonic woman with purple skin, pink hair between the sides like pink flames, between her pointed and twisted horns above her head, in an S shape, which meet. In which she called herself Jasmine, her breasts full on her sculptural and muscular body with lines and pink flames all over her body, she had claws and nails, wearing only a bra and panties, a high heel shoe, at her side.

Killian had his pupils dilated when he told me Zelda Amanita's name. We crossed the red terrain and the mountain was behind us. I turned around to look back. Nothing. No mountain. It was gone! There was nothing except the endless red. The red of sand. The red of the sky. The red of passing air. And maybe the red of danger. “You seem like you know Zelda Amanita!” I asked Baspo. “She is The Zelda Amanita, Luna. And she goes by Madame Zelda. Very powerful, vengeful, and strong. Madame Zelda never misses anything. They say that she can look into your soul.” Baspo said. He must have exaggerated. I shrugged it.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

Dominic retreated to his room, but said he would rejoin them shortly. Leesa was a bit surprised at how many results a G****e search for “Lamashtu” turned up. She scrolled down, reading the two and three line summaries, trying to decide which might be most useful for further investigation. They all seemed to mention she was Mesopotamian and/or Sumerian. Many called her a demon/goddess and “mother of misshapen creatures,” which fit with the creatures that had attacked them. None of the summaries mentioned anything about her enemies or how to defeat her. Leesa knew she would have to dig deeper if she was going to have any hope of finding anything useful.