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

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