Hairy Futa Novels & Stories

A sexy and scary thing altogether. Sexy because I’m an Alpha wolf and this is my Alpha female, I can’t wait to see her in her wolf form, and neither can my inner beast but it’s worrying because her wolf is obviously trying to push through. When she’s relaxed, her wolf is trying to creep forward. As much as I want to see her in her supernatural state, we need to be slow and careful. I’m just afraid we haven’t got enough time to be slow.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

His cold little dumpling face looked even more adorable. Lyra wore the skirt she bought yesterday, gritting her teeth to spend 2,500 dollar on it. It was a sky blue V-neck long skirt, cinched at the waist, length to her knees. She had light makeup on, her long black hair in gentle curls. Her exquisite beautiful features were like a blooming flower. She was 1.73 meters tall, slim waist and long legs. She wore a pair of thin high heels. As she held her son's hand and walked downstairs step by step, she was like a fairy descending to earth, stunning the wolfmen.

His loud voice attracted a crowd. Andrew put on a sad look for the people. “Let’s hear from everyone. Was it wrong for my baby girl to play with his son? “But the guy turned around and slashed my baby. Talk about cruel.” The crowd looked at me in disapproval. “For a guy to carry a kitchen knife around the neighborhood, I hope he doesn’t have anger issues or something.” “If your kid is so fragile, don’t let him out of the house.” “That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.”

Her tummy was flat, duty of the waist trainer she trained with everyday. Alice wondered if the Princess had found her mate yet. Of course she didn't else she wouldn't still be living in the mansion. She would have moved in with her mate. She was beautiful in every sense with her beautiful blond hair and she made sure to flaunt her beauty and endowment. "Earth to Alice". Princess Sasha said, snapping her fingers in front of Alice. "Sorry My Princess". Alice said quickly with her head bowed. They were standing in front of a red Ferrari. Princess Sasha definitely had a thing for red. Maybe she was trying to give off vampire vibe. As blood was their thing.

His heart kept begging him to see her again. He had met many beautiful women and slept with them. But he has no feelings for them. He only used them for sex. “Angela Lee. Nineteen years old. Height 167, weight 56. Blood type A,” he smiled curiously, “Her blood type is the same as mine. Our hair and eye color are the same.” He moved his gaze back to Angela's picture. He loved seeing her long, straight hair dangling down to her waist. Her beautiful face, her sexy body, and her flawless white skin mesmerized him.

Also, Kellen and Liam had taken it upon themselves to teach me how to combat since I was the only female in the pack that couldn't use a fist or sword. I was better now in both, thanks to them. “But before then, I need to take care of what is going on with Gemma.” “Revelare!" I waved my hand over the slashes, and it all came together to form a name. “S-I-E-N-N-A.” I spelled it out. “That whore!” Callista grunted. “It's a good thing we will destroy her today.” Sparkles beamed. “I like the mention of Violence.” “You need another witch to be with you,” Maya said as she stepped into the room. “So, I'm in.”

It holds Fera, who has turned into someone very different than Florence. Fera looks nothing like the proud daughter of Alpha Brimstone anymore. Where Florence is worn down but composed, Fera is pure, restless chaos. Her hair—once sleek and well‑kept—is now a wild, tangled mane that falls around her face in snarls. Strands stick out in every direction, giving her a feral look, like she’s been pacing and pulling at it for days. Dirt streaks her cheeks, and there’s a smear of something dark along her jaw, as if she wiped her face with the back of her hand and didn’t care what she dragged across it.

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with shot purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." Suzy queries. "Yeah, I guess...." I got Interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.