Hairy Futa Novels & Stories

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.

Fay replied. "So that you'll be doing what?" Amara asked sarcastically. "Well, I'll sit on the counter and keep you company." Fay replied. "You're not serious, give me something jor." Amara replied as she collected the spaghetti and started preparing it. Fay hopped on the counter, her shirt reaching the middle of her thighs. She have already taken off her wig when she got changed earlier, her natural hair was plaited in just six or seven straight down style. The hands of her hair are really long, touching her shoulders even.

"Oh, so what information were you able to gather?" "Yes, I went to the Midnight territory; they were the ones who got hit the most; they lost most of their powerful fighters, but I heard they have a female Alpha Maria; she has the same powers your mom has." "What powers?" "I heard their howl can control other werewolves around them; I wish I could do that." "Oh, really, she is that powerful?" "No, they said she hasn’t found her mate, so she isn’t strong like our Luna."

But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that? The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

This was the best plan ever. She left from where she leaned on the door, and locked it from inside, after which she cut some part of her hairs, long enough to make a being's hairs, portraying as though she was sleeping and her hairs were just around the pillow.A Her hairs were really long, and so cutting some inches wouldn't affect her beauty, but rather made her even more beautiful. And after that, she lined up her pillows and some pieces of her clothes into the quilt to make it look as though she was the one wrapped up in there.

How could she forget a man who looked like that. The guy was tall and muscled, big-boned, and broad-shouldered. But there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His hair was as black as a raven, not quite shoulder length, and curling slightly at its ends. But it wasn’t just his hair or his strong body that captured her, not just the impressive hands attached to his body. It was his eyes. Dark eyes they stared at her—hypnotized her as he spoke to her.

“Don't disrespect your Alpha, I'll forget who you are and give you a punishment that you deserve, you saw me, you should at least show some respect. I am still the Alpha of this pack, and you will answer to me” “I'm sorry I just got carried away by what had happened, and I thought that you were Zander, I had not realized that I was the Alpha who was standing here” Was he trying to tell me that he was blind or something? How come he would think of me as Zander when I had nothing to do with him? Zander and I are totally different people. We didn't even look alike, while he had deep blue eyes. I had great eyes, and why his hair was always perfectly gelled up like a noble Englishman. I did not k

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

Exactly three months later... Sophia sat in front of her dresser at five-thirty a:m and packed her dark curly hair into a neat bun. It was the best thing she had inherited from her birth mother, Cecilia. She had very beautiful curly dark hair and light skin, while Sophia had a caramel skin color, a mixture of Bernard's dark color and Cecilia's. Cecelia, Sophia's mother was from a little village in Morocco while Bernard was from Nigeria but Bernard being a son of the soil and Cecelia an understanding wife brought up their daughter in Nigeria. Although sometimes they visited Cecilia's sister in Morocco.