Horny の小説・ストーリー

~HAZEL~ Ashton winces sharply when I run my finger lightly over his bleeding wound, his face contorting with pain. From the redness and the way the blood is seeping, I can tell the cut is much deeper than expected. The creature's horn, thick and curved, had most likely pierced straight through his upper arm, leaving a gaping puncture wound. It's hard for me to look at it without feeling a surge of despair, and I struggle to keep a straight face amidst the rising anxiety.

And that was when everything went wrong. He went still. His head lifted, sniffing the air deeply, his eyes narrowing into slits. I paused. No, Please no. I could feel it happening. The wetness dripping in between my legs. The way my pussy walls continue to throbe inside me, as if it was itching for something. I could feel the pheromes fading at an alarming rate. Horror spread through my entire body as the realization finally dawned on me. I was horny. And when an omega becomes horny...

Damn this horny Alpha! We are still outside!

Fur sprouted all over my body, my limbs lengthened and claws protruded from my paws. The rogue wolf landed on me and knocked me to the ground. I striked back with as much force as I could muster, raking my brand new claws across his face. He yowled in pain and backed off, and before he could recover, I leaped forward and landed on him, sinking my canines into his throat. He gave out a loud howl of pain, then went silent forever. I looked around frantically, but the last wolf was nowhere to be found. It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now.

"The internet said that hornet wine has some pretty miraculous benefits. I'm doing this for your future happiness in bed!" Erica Loft's exaggerated expression suggested that she wanted credit for the thoughtful gift. "Look, I've even brought you the hornet's nest. "You can make more for yourself if there isn't enough wine. Hahaha!" Erica's laugh was so shrill. It made my stinging pain feel like a bad joke. "That's enough, you crazy woman!" Joe Fulham cursed at the situation silently. He dragged Erica into a room without giving me a second glance, and they argued inside once again.

“I am not rejecting you. Even when you’re not in heat, I want you so fucking much. But it’s like how you said you didn’t want to seduce Luke—you want him to come to you because he wants you. I also want to do things the right way. I want you to make this decision with a clear head. I don’t want to take advantage of you right now just because I caught you while you were most vulnerable. So please, for the love of Artemis, just hold on a little longer until we get to Jack!” I forced myself to sit back down on my hands. Blake then turned away from me and maneuvered the car back onto the road. I felt a pulsing between my legs that was becoming painful from the need to be relieved. I groaned. “Wh

It stings like a bitch! ************

and those horns actually. "You're the bargest who barked at me, aren't you?" I asked him, and he smiled wider. "You noticed; how sweet." Conri swung me out and then pulled me back in, even closer this time. "It was the horns that gave you away." I admired the sleek black curves that were partially hidden by his hair. "Do you like men with horns?" He asked with a devilish smile; making me laugh out loud. "Are you trying to get me to call you horny?" I asked after my laughter died away.

They jerk and twitch as the fire consumes them, the burning remains collapsing into sparking ruins and crashing into others around them. The Horned God emerges, and drawing closer to the raised veranda’s railing, his aspect shifts. The crown of horns emerges from his head, and the plain t-shirt and jeans he wore at first melt into Celtic leathery war pants and boots. The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back.