Gay Werewolf Erotica Novels & Stories

Thorne’s hands pinned her wrists above her head, his body covering hers, dominating yet protective. Each thrust pushed her deeper into the furs. Her breasts spilled free from the loosened bodice; he latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while pounding into her. The full moon’s pull was on him now. His thrusts grew faster, harder. Primal. Elara wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his flexing backside, urging him deeper. She could feel the wolf just beneath his skin—the way his muscles rippled, the faint scratch of claws against her wrists that he quickly sheathed again.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

Porter moaned feeling the aggressive Alpha brute Conway's canine fangs sink into the flesh of the thin pale lad's neck as his powerful hands roughly gripped Porter's bare waist before he saw his way to plunging his thick cock as deep as he could into the heated depths of the clenching heat of the howling Gamma werewolf's hidden sex. Porter gasped as he felt his body arch into the brute's final thrust, as the sensation of deep pulsing and expansion from Conway's impressive cock made it all the more intense as thick hot seed drenched the younger lad's inner walls coating them as thoroughly as before when they'd been given to their baser nature and rutted amid the woods. Porter gripped the cold

“I could say more crude words to describe it, but we will work on learning just a few at a time. You, Lena and Raiden are the only three out of our mates who have two bottom openings plus a cock. Rita does not have a cock, just a bum hole and pussy.” “I have much to learn,” Reinaux replies.”But I need to have relief from this ache.” I kiss them and then straddle them, not bothering to prepare my hole because I enjoy the burn and my werewolf and lycan healing will take over. I guide them to my entrance and sink down. “You did not prepare yourself!” Reinaux gasps and then moans as I sink to the hilt, taking their entire, thick length and feeling as if they are rearranging my guts in the most p

“It is inconvenient, yes. When in the ghetto, we don’t typically care. We’re used to seeing each other naked. But outside of it, yes, it would be helpful if I was instantly clothed the very second I shifted.” The sudden stab of jealousy when I realize that Aldrich must have seen most of the females of pack naked surprises me. But it also intrigues me. In Altairain high society, nudity is considered to be one of the most erotic things. Isn’t it the same for Werewolves? Does the constant exposure to nudity make them immune? If it is not nudity fueling their attraction towards the opposite sex, what is? Perhaps I’ll ask Aldrich this once things settle down. Right now, I must address the more ur

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

The group moved with her, surrounding her with warmth and desire. Elias knelt between her legs and licked her slowly, his tongue exploring every fold before focusing on her clit. At the same time, the trans woman (named Mara) straddled her face, lowering her cock and pussy onto Nadia’s mouth. Nadia licked eagerly, tasting both as Mara rocked above her. Another man ,lean and smooth ,sucked on her breasts, alternating between nipples while his hand stroked his own cock. A gay couple nearby were fucking passionately beside them, their moans adding to the symphony of pleasure.

The glistening head of his cock brushed against my lower lip. “Don’t be shy pen,” he ordered softly, hand around my jaw. “Open.” My lips trembled. Shame and horror warred with the slick heat soaking my panties. I was a licensed therapist. A married woman. This was my office. But my mouth parted anyway. Jax groaned in approval and rubbed the fat, cum-smeared head across my tongue. The taste… salty, musky, mixed with the cheerleader’s spit… made my stomach twist and my clit throb at the same time.

The guys might not be with me then, we might have become strangers by then but I still want to do it and I will. "Bethany, you sell yourself too short. I assure you that whatever you put out will be good. You seem to forget that you have earned yourself a loyal reader base. They will read what you put out and I am sure it will be good. Hit me with a little preview." She told me excitedly. I smiled. "It's a reverse harem. Three guys, one woman, werewolf, and a lot of erotics." I told her. I blushed when I spoke about the erotic contents of the book. I already know there will be a lot. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole twenty-nine and half years before I met

Yes, I manage to ease off a bit but every time I heard their soft moans and growls, my brain could imagine how the battle is going. And the thought of imagining things is worse than looking at them fighting because of me. An eighteen years old man with a serious brain issue is fighting against two because he hated the idea when someone wants to be her boyfriend. "We're werewolves, honey, not monsters. Half human and half wolf." says defensively the woman next to me. "And, truth be told, humans are more monstrous than us. Keep that in mind." Because my heart and brain could not make it to the finish line, I remove the woman's grip by force and run as fast as I can even without considering whe