Futa Male Novels & Stories

My dear son, I know you always think your father is a nice man. You always consider me as your hero, but the truth is your father is complete opposite man. He is a bad man, who spoiled the life of one woman. You know, Ravi ( Alya's father ) and me are college's best friend and we belong to the same village . We are already married , we came to the city to pursue our studies. Ravi always wanted to become rich, here one girl Sia falls for Ravi. She belongs to a rich family. Ravi always wanted to become rich, he used Sia feeling for her to trap her. He married her, but much to her disappointment, her parents broke all her ties with her. She broke all relation with her family for Ravi. He did

He makes me look at him as he says softly, with a little confusion lacing his voice, “I know nothing to do with being a sex slave is right, but can you tell me?…” I don't like talking about being a slave and what others did to me, but he asked, and I can't disobey and not answer. As tears sting my eyes, I say, “I was not Beta Angus’s slave to share. I was Alpha Randall’s and because I was also marked as Randall’s mate, any male that touched me without his complete permission hurt. Not him, but me. A touch from another male was like thousands of needles being pressed into my skin, which was worse when I fought against their touch. To have a male force sex on a female isn’t a nice feeling in i

"I doubt that you still go through a rut after giving birth to Ari." Rut is a condition in which a male beastman experiences an increase in exaggerated sexual desire and increased aggressiveness and interest in females. A beastman no longer undergoes an uncontrollable rut once he becomes a father, unless his spouse triggers it during her estrous. A female releases a special scent once she is in heat, and that scent triggers her spouse and other unmarried males. "I can't—you know I can't," my father replied. "I already promised her to help her settle in the tribe for good with her Cubs and other spouses—I can no longer take back my words."

He could feel it all, the desperate, angry rhythm of thrusts, the slide of skin, the hollow frustration bleeding through the bond like poison. His own cock hardened instantly, traitorously, pressing against his trousers while nausea rolled through his chest. He knew what was happening. Ronan was fucking someone. Pouring all that rage and need into another person’s body. Elias could feel the wolf king’s dissatisfaction, the way the pleasure wasn’t landing right, but it still hurt like a blade between the ribs.

Laughing, relaxed, leaning in closer than he ever had with me, his hand resting somewhere that wasn’t ambiguous enough to be dismissed as casual. They looked comfortable together. Easy. Like whatever they had wasn’t new. Like it had history. I tapped through the rest of her highlights, my chest tightening slightly with each clip, each image that painted a picture far clearer than anything he had ever said to me. “Oh my God,” Lila breathed beside me, her tone shifting into something sharper as she leaned closer. “I actually hate men.” Kesha let out a quiet scoff, shaking her head as she took in the screen. “So let me get this straight, he’s calling you, acting like the perfect future husband,

For the next hour, Adrian taught me the basics. How to keep my balance. How to move without crossing my feet. How to block an attack instead of trying to overpower the person attacking me. How to recognize when someone was preparing to strike. How to use movement instead of relying entirely on strength. The more he explained, the more I realized how little I actually knew. In my mind, fighting had always looked simple. Someone attacked. You defended yourself. That was it. Apparently, it was nothing like that. Every movement mattered. Where I placed my feet mattered.