Gay Beastiality Erotica Novels & Stories

Kayla was in pain, but her pleasure built and overcame the pain, drawing her to yet another peak. The orgasm was the most violent moment for a dom-hybrid beast that hadn't mated for long. The intense, uncontrolled, and ineluctable peak of pleasure triggered a strong reaction from the beast. The beast would struggle to come forward and take control. The impulse to transform would tend to overcome him. Anthony couldn't afford to let her see the beast. He could not let his claws dig into her thighs.

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.

Hayden pulled her closer tightly, feeling her soft breasts on his hard chest. " I'm fine, do not worry about me " He answer releasing her urgently as if he couldn't tolerate her anymore. It was known to all the citizens of double world except for Isabella of course that any Beast who turned will go crazy with lust if they finally shifted back to their normal form. Right there, Hayden was crazed with lust, his glowing eyes isn't of anger but for hunger. He need to satisfy his needs and urgently. " Master you need a woman, your eyes " Jansen said urgently.

He stood up from where he sat across from me, and walked to where I sat, used his knee to spread my thighs apart, revealing me clean shaven pink pussy. I swallowed hard. His hands stoked my face again, but this time I didn’t slap it away, my body arched to his touch. “By the way my belly hangs, by the way my body smell, and I breathe heavier after one step.” “And yet,” he said sliding his thick finger between my slick fold. “Your body wants the beast, not the prince.” I gasped. “Don’t pretend you’re different,” he whispered in my ear, breath heavy and hot. “You want to be broken by something ugly. Something you can’t control.”

I switched to the other breast, sucking harder while my hands kneaded her ass. She reached between us and unbuttoned my jeans. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around my hard cock. “God, you’re big,” she whispered. I stood up, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and stripped quickly. My cock sprang free, thick and leaking. Maya spread her legs, showing me her smooth, wet pussy. I climbed over her and rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her clit.

The push and pull, the dominance, the audacious defiance of Noah—it was intoxicating, devastating. And when Blackwell finally came, groaning Noah’s name, shoving him against the wall, hands clutching, teeth grazing, the intensity of it—the forbidden thrill, the raw, unpolished eroticism—shook Noah to his core. Sweat, heat, moans, whispered names, forbidden touches—all tangled together in the chaos of desire and risk.

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

The Urekais possessed exceptional night vision, so Aekeira was certain this beast could see her clearly. Present to the beast. You might be able to survive if you present well. Naked, she fell to her knees, her body trembling. She lowered her upper-body until her shoulder pressed against the cool floor, spreading her knees wide open to expose her privates fully. Don’t present your anus. The older woman had instructed her as she poured copious amounts of liquid as lubrication into Aekeira's intimate area. There is no consciousness within the beast. Only sex, bloodfeeding, and killing.

The beast chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through me. "Good girl," it growled, its hands tightening on my hips as it continued to thrust into me, its cock filling me completely with each powerful stroke. The beast's hand wrapped around my neck, its grip firm but gentle as it tilted my head back to expose my throat. Its golden eyes locked onto mine, and it began to move faster, its hips thrusting with a newfound urgency. I gasped, my body trembling as the beast's cock pounded into me, its thrusts deep and relentless, its breath hot on my ear as it whispered, "You're mine now."