Kitsune Nude Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Kelly was the ultimate blonde fantasy — tight, toned cheer body, perky little tits with puffy pink nipples, and that perfect sun-kissed skin with a teasing tan line framing her freshly shaved pussy. She had it all: the hot boyfriend who fucked her senseless when her parents were gone, the short cheer skirt that barely covered her firm ass, and a mouth that never stopped running. Especially toward me.

They lie at random, who fell where, exhausted, deafened, and Kit's fingers slowly wander from one to the other, caressing quietly and gratefully. Darkness can't... Keith. One. The only one. Ki-tsu-ne. A syllable for each of her men. Three steps up the stairs to hell. Three steps up the stairs to heaven. kitsune Kitsune copper-eyed - Cunning red creature, sweeps tails, Weaves an unreal fairy tale: Promises January Exchange for compliant May, A soulless photo For tenderness and eternal affection. Grinds small teeth In the familiar grin of the gods, I know - it will destroy, not in a year

No sooner does the shadowy apparition pass, than the plumed bird ignites the desiccated vamp carcasses with lightning strikes, powderizing them into fading sparks and ensuring there’s no regeneration or rising again. Evidently, that’s still not enough to sate the alpha’s bloodlust though. Amid the battling weres on the ground, a genuine seven-tailed kitsune accomplishes the same thing as the lightning bird overhead. Imbued with fire, it zips and darts agilely in the wake of the were ranks, dancing flames leaping from its nimble feet, multiple tails and flickering along its coat, finishing off any wounded vamps and cremating any remains with explosive bursts of licking flames.

I fired back at him, making a frown cross his face. "Fucking racist!" One of them hissed from behind me. At least I now know they're not in possession of my mate. "We're kitsunes. Vixens directly under the command the fox deity. Iña..." "...ri Okami, blah..blah. ugh! Don't you guys ever shut up about it? No one cares. It doesn't make you anymore likeable than you already are." I cut them off from completing the overly dramatic, unnecessary introduction." "I'd also appreciate you morphing back into your original form. You have no right to steal my mate's identity." I warned, slowly popping out my claws.

> "It wasn't a shark. It was a guppy." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "It was a shark. I saw the fin." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "It was two feet long!" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Like fun it was." Kensei turned to Khyle. "If he ever asks you to go naked surfing. Just don't." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Nothing wrong with naked surfing," Gunner said, with the comfortable certainty of a man who had examined the question thoroughly and arrived at a firm conclusion.

" I swallowed hard. The air inside the chopper felt thick now. Almost too tight. “I do,” I whispered. “Kind of.” Both of them looked at me. "Someone else saw it too," I whispered. "One of Giordano’s men. He said it looked... Japanese. Something about foxes. Kitsune." Valentino looked shaken. Not scared. But unsettled. Like someone had touched a part of his brain that hadn’t lit up in years. Yeah. Kitsune. That’s it." Valentino nodded slowly. Like a man hearing a ghost sing.

I bowed and spoke in a hesitant voice, “I don’t want to use magical spells. They will cause him pain but it won’t give me any satisfaction.” Valence’s eyes gleamed and the left corner of her lips lifted, “What do you want to do then?” “I have heard that silver is highly poisonous to werewolves. Ten strikes from a whip are more than enough to kill them.” I paused for a moment before adding, “I want to test that theory.” “This seems interesting,” she said as she snapped her fingers. A chair emerged in the room. She walked to the chair and sat with her legs crossed. “You can go ahead but make it twenty strikes instead of ten.”

That tattoo wasn’t just decoration; it was a declaration of power, endurance, and survival. She realized too late that she was staring for far too long. That she had not looked away, and had not even blinked. Sacred tilted his head slightly, watching her with eyes that seemed to strip her bare without even trying. His face gave nothing away, his expression unreadable; neither cold nor warm, neither mocking nor kind. And then, in a voice that was rough, low, and unrestrained, he shattered the silence… “Do you want to fuck me?”

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.