Garou Body Novels & Stories

"So be it, my little she-wolf," Garrett growled. To Lily's surprise, Garrett spun her around and pinned her against the shower's glass wall. In the sun-lit bathroom, their bodies intertwined, and Garrett's calloused hand traced a path down the woman's slender side. With a gentle yet firm grip on her hip, he pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together seamlessly. In the heat of the moment, their bodies intertwined, their desires reaching a fever pitch. As their passion intensified, his once soft touch grew firm and eager, pressing against her with a sense of urgency.

Seizing the moment, I quickly turned off the shower, dressed hastily, and made a beeline for the exit. Emerging from the bathroom, I collided with the imposing figure of an enormous guy making his way into the shower. His dark hair, slightly sweaty and tousled, framed his stern, chiseled face. His arms, adorned with intricate tribal tattoos, were dominated by the striking image of a bear, each muscle rippling beneath his skin with each movement. He was wearing nothing but a bath towel, wrapped casually around his waist, emphasizing every muscle lining his lower stomach. My own stomach clenched at the sight.

If only I had time to play for a while. "That's okay. Once you're dead, your body will be doing all kinds of things it's never done before." She looks at me and starts crying as I start chanting. Within a few minutes, I have taken over her body, and her soul is gone. I don't know if it hurts them, but I always tell them it won't. I look down and smile at my new body. Carrie was quite beautiful; even better, I'm no longer a skunk. Gabe is looking at me with desire.

The initial two were standing a distance from the latter, since he had already said to leave it to him. However, that was for dealing with Gary. With Gus present, the situation had changed drastically. “Oho! This looks like an amazing find! The craftsmanship… the Magic Energy… this is… I’ve never seen anything like it before!” As Gus gleamed in delight, his overweight body danced in joy. He was thick from head to toe, so other than his flabby cheeks and slightly malleable neck, the rest of his body was dense. As a result, even though he jumped in excitement, his body didn’t jiggle all over the place.

**GAMMA SITE - RANGER STATION** Devastation. The station’s reinforced door hung off its hinges, twisted metal screaming silent agony. The specialized van Harlan had procured lay on its side, tires shredded, armored panels cratered by heavy-caliber impacts. Smoke, thick and chemical, curled from shattered electronics within. Rain lashed the scene, turning churned earth into bloody mud. Bodies. Three of Harlan’s trusted perimeter guards lay crumpled, expressions frozen in surprise or mid-shout. The violence had been swift, overwhelming, professional.

Glass shattered. Edward grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall. “You embarrass me in front of powerful men?” “No” His fist hit my stomach. Air left my lungs instantly. I collapsed to my knees, gasping. Pain burned through my body. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up. “You speak when I allow it.” “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” The punch landed on my shoulder. Then another. Then another. My body hit the floor. Hard. My ribs screamed in pain. Tears blurred my vision. Edward kicked me. Once. Twice.

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

"Beautiful ladies!" Haria and I turner around once we heard Gray's voice. He was smiling while walking towards us, wearing only trunks. Haria smiled as she saw him with that. She loves seeing his body of course, well Gray has a toned body but compared to Giovanni which I saw the first time we met, he has a body of a Go—wait, what am I even thinking? I almost dropped my jaw when I saw Giovanni on Gray's back, and he was wearing the same. And he was walking like a model, while looking directly at me. What is he looking for huh?

Red groans, his mouth ajar, forcing my eyes to fly open and look at his face. He's enticed, totally beguiled by the depth of our intimacy, our bodies molding with perfection. I hug his wider back tightly, kissing his neck, sucking and biting it, my nails deeply into his skin. Hungry creature I've become, and my bodyguard seems to fancy every bit of my perverseness. Red keeps pounding on me, deeper each time, slowly, then fast, again and again, his lips delicious on mine. Oh God! I moan nonstop, rocking my waist, devouring this feel of long anticipation coming to reality. He doesn't stop.

The air was thick with the scent of dried hay and the musky heat of their shared desire. Alessandro’s hands were everywhere, frantic yet reverent, as he stripped away the barriers of their clothes. When his skin finally met hers, a gasp escaped Caro’s throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated release. He was a solid, thrumming weight above her, his body etched with the cost of the last five years. He moved between her thighs, his gaze locked onto hers, dark and possessive.