Hairy Futa Novels & Stories

He breathed heavily for a while before relaxing and then a slow smile spread on his red stained lips as shadows moved around him like obedient puppies waiting for their master’s instructions. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. My dear Kayla, I should have known that you are too strong to be rattled by just a minor threat. In fact, your power and strong character were the traits that caught my attention in the first place. You are making me more and more interested in you now…” He turned away from the moonlight, blending into the darkness once more. He smirked as he thought of the beautiful Kayla Xanders, the Feral Assassin, the only wolf in history to have ever mana

'Dammit Lannah and her silly games,' she thought. The menacing feral stood about a foot and a half taller than she. The scaly gray skin of his horrible face, neck, chest, and upper arms was covered in thick black hair. The mane on top of his head came to the nape of his neck in a greasy and sticky gathering pierced with knots. His ample shoulders, protected by a leather skin tunic slathered in blood, sweat, and grime, led down to an enormous muscled stomach, which stretched over the dirty bloody tunic. Had he been tidy and groomed, he may have been a reasonable-looking man. He crouched into her and caressed his nose up her scarlet cheek and down her delicate neck clenching her in place with

It was terrifying. "You're courting death!" Morticia had lost her patience and yelled out when she saw Jotun leap forth. Then, she unleashed her Fiend Soul Power. Instantly, Morticia was shrouded by a blood-red illumination before a crisp sound was heard. Then, a massive beast appeared. That beast had the appearance of a tiger and was covered in dark red scales. Its fangs shone with a chilling glow, and it was terrifying. It was the Hairitalos, a creature unique to the fiend race. Even though it was transformed by illusion and was unreal, it looked vivid, and its aura was intimidating.

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When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…