Futa Female Novels & Stories

The players kept fucking her, but they slowed, staring in awe as the change began. Emily’s clit swelled rapidly, growing thicker, longer, pushing outward like a budding cock. Veins pulsed along the new shaft as it lengthened inch by inch, eight… ten… twelve inches of thick, demonic futa-cock, the head flaring angrily and already leaking clear precum. Heavy, cum-filled balls dropped below it, churning with infernal seed. Her original pussy remained right beneath the new massive girl-dick, still dripping and clenching around whatever cock was inside her. She had become a full futanari, a gorgeous, possessed cheerleader with both a throbbing futa cock and a hungry, squirting cunt.

She sneered at me, stepping closer to me. “VERA!” Jason yelled. “She is fine, she did nothing wrong. You know how Nathan is about his mates. That is what Katya is playing at. Fiona here carried her bags like I am sure she has done multiple times. Katya though, Katya is the devil” He said laughing. “Luna, Katya, Silvia, Diego, this here is Vera, my mate. Vera here is a witch/vampire hybrid. She means no one any harm, she is just very protective of me.” He explained while walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her hips, drawing her into him. “Katya? Katya? Sofie and Sarah were going to head to the mall, is there anyway ....” A little girl, probably around 16, walked into the room f

She walked forward to meet Sophia challengingly like the lady boss she was. "I am a single woman, by choice. None of the weaklings interested in me could beat me up in a fight; I always ended up thrashing them. And there is no way I, Fega, will marry a wolf I am stronger than. So I stayed single and gave myself to my work, and it paid off. Today, I am a nurse to the Luna of my pack." "Mistress," Sophia corrected, but Fega continued as though she hadn't heard her.

Furetera Diegos~a former noble who had been vangquished from her ruined homeland and became a servant to the royal family of Devion of the Dominium Empire. And........ Katrina Fae Devion~the abandoned princess of the empires Devion royal family. Most beloved daughter of former Queen, a saintess from the Avle's tribe.

Selena rebutted peevishly. “What do you understand!” Fiona replied. “First of all, this woman is ugly and fat, but she has a standard face and is fat in a cute way. We can consider her a chubby beauty! Second of all, all of you have never met her. I met her once when she was young. She was not fat and had a nice figure. Everybody said that she'll be a beauty when she grows up!”

“You speak as if you expect my help.” “You are the only one who can help,” Isabella said directly. “Jane is your niece. She carries the Hartess blood. And whatever your family may be…” She hesitated for a moment. “We do not choose the people who become our family. But we always choose whether we will remain part of their lives.” Some men are used to getting everything they want. They take by force, by charm, or by wealth, but they always take. Damian Hartess was one of those men. But this time, he had to hold back.

He asked. “From treachery!” I exclaimed. “From her.” I was about to continue when the door opened once more. Dang it! The head maid, Verya, entered with a tray in her hand as silent and composed as ever. “Alpha” she bowed and said softly. “I came to see if the girl had eaten.” Agora's head snapped in her direction. “She hasn’t. She is occupied with telling tales.” The head maid’s gaze shifted in my direction. “Tales?”

The kind that meant she had already decided nothing mattered anymore. "So," she said lightly. "You figured it out." "Tyla," I said quietly. "Don't," she snapped, her voice cracking at the edges. "Don't say my name like that. Like I'm something you're disappointed in. I did what I had to do. I worked for this. I earned this. I was supposed to be Luna and instead the Goddess picked HER?" She laughed and it came out broken. "A nobody. A fatso serving girl with no title and no..."

Murder in the Fort ~Freya~ I sat on my nuptial bed, contemplating the whirlwind of events that had unfolded in my life over the past two weeks. It felt as if I had been swept away in a dream, where everything had transpired at a breathtaking pace. From that fateful encounter with Alpha Orion at the tavern to his subsequent visit to my humble home, and now, here I was, wedded to him. I am his wife, his mate. The ceremony had been grand, a joyful celebration attended by Papa, Emelda, and Klaus, who genuinely reveled in my happiness. However, the presence of my stepmother and Sophia was a mere obligation, their disapproval of our union unmistakable.

The chains clanked loudly as I struggled against them, my wrists raw and bleeding. The damp, stale air of the underground cell seeped into my lungs, suffocating me. I curled my trembling body into a corner, desperately trying to find solace in the darkness. My name is Sasha Springfield, a 21-year-old weak werewolf. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor, for I had yet to meet my mate. In a world where finding your destined partner was the ultimate goal, I felt like an outcast, an anomaly.