Humanure Handbook Novels & Stories

But tonight was the first night it was close. When Gunther and I returned from playing with Aurum we were in high spirits. Her first training went well. The entire day was good. That morning we’d playfully introduced the butt plug to her. I still get hard thinking about her awkward waddle as she passed me to leave the room. She was visibly uncomfortable but not in pain. We’d made sure of that, it was only a small plug and we’d used plenty of lube. “The humans need to use things like lube as they don’t have a wolf to heal their fragile bodies.” Gunther wisely reminds me pretending he knows more than I do about the subject.

Hana gently pushed open the door to the first room; the inside was empty but looking at the high racks of tools hanging on the wall made Hana's eyes widen in surprise. Ms. Rael's sermons talk about werewolf magic and the crimes of the human type when they view werewolves as criminals because of differences. So torture methods such as electric shock, drawing blood to death, rat bites, and smashing every bone ... Hana still thinks they only exist in books. But no, all the torture devices Hana had seen in the books now appeared clearly before Hana's eyes.

~ Rayna ~ The dream started off as a simple scene where the twin healers Lady Tara and Lady Sierra taught me how to heal using the energy in my hand. I was a simple human, with clearly no magic within me, but my palm felt warm and a neon yellow glow emitted as I brought them together close to an almost lifeless half-humanoid, half-wolf creature—a lycan as per the twins—with fur the blackest of black. It was lying on the ground with its head pillowed by dried leaves, so frail looking despite how monstrous it appeared.

It was so terrifyingly close to human, and yet so utterly, nightmarishly not. I narrowed my focus, pulling on the wellspring of my mana. A familiar heat bloomed in my palm, coalescing into a blade of shimmering lavender-pink energy. Dropping the shield, I swung the mana-sword at the creature's arm, severing it at the wrist. The dismembered hand dissolved into a cloud of writhing shadows that immediately snaked back to the stump, reforming the limb in an instant.

he whispers, and I sink my claws into her back. She screams, and he attempts to grab my hands, but Kohn is on him quickly. All human thought leaves as I begin to scent the room in hopes of catching Amber's smell. My cock grows into a massive solid rod, and my attention drifts down to the warm female shivering and struggling before me.

A cascade of questions flood me. “Alpha, we all understand that it’s not easy for you to find your mate, and we’re all happy to hear it, but she’s a human being. Human beings are shrewd, capricious, and deceitful. We don’t intermingle with them. That’s the rule.” “Alpha, she’s just an ordinary human girl. She doesn’t deserve to be your mate. And we can’t accept a common human girl to be the mate of our alpha.”

She smiled and took the hands of the man back into the cover before covering him up to his belly with the spread. Scott was in discomfort having someone's hands roaming all over his body. Plus it was not just anyone's hands, it was that of a woman and the woman was also a human; the creatures he hated the most. Much as he would like to slap the hands away and warn her never to get any closer to him, he reined his emotions in. Even if he didn't hate humans, didn't the woman know that it was wrong for her to keep moving her hands all over a man? Or did she think that the male species' body was made without any emotion? Such that wouldn't allow them to feel anything for such a daring woman?

Raymond then gently flips Nala's hand, tracing the lines in the palm of her hand until Raymond eventually grasps Nala's hand gently. Nala feels her cheeks getting warmer as Raymond's cold big hands wrap her hands tightly. It's no ordinary grip, more like Raymond channeling his emotions on Nala. Nala's tears seemed to spill right away. Moreover, Raymond eventually looked up at her, sharing an expression that made Nala feel her heart as if squeezed with invisible hands.

That person looked straight and declared her words to many people. “My goal is to let other human survived in this apocalyptic era by any means possible without sacrificing lives and accumulated many human needs. At least, through this, we can still have our humanity” those words were already printed in his soul like reminding him that there is one human who can do it. However, that silhouette was blurry and he cannot recognize the voice at all. However, he is certain that Psyche Flint is the one who can do it because he saw the invisible God’s pattern – Golden Dove – on her forehead. No one can figured out what it is unless you a certain role to see it and Grandpa Su has that role since fiv

Within, the reek assailed them initially, rot, decay, and something else, something nearly living. The warrior fastened to the stone bench had skin so white it almost shimmered. His body is filled with runes and needle stitch. His upper body that of a wolf but oddly shaped, his lower half that of a human. Strings of black corruption writhed from his chest to his eyes, flickering dimly like veins infused with dark fire. Raine breathed gently, covering his lips. "Moon save him…"