Leashed Novels & Stories

The lead Guardian did not move like a living thing. When it launched itself from the jagged rocks, there was no preparatory shift of muscle, no subtle tensing of tendons. There was only the sudden, violent hiss of hydraulic fluid and the scream of high-torque servos. It was a blur of rusted iron and mangled fur, a three-hundred-pound projectile of artificial malice aimed directly at Kesi’s throat. "REPULSE!" Kesi roared.

The leash dangling between my breasts, grazing my nipples. “Perfect,” Marcus murmured, yanking the leash, forcing me forward onto my hands. “Now you're leashed like the dog you are. Crawl for us, show that ass.” I hesitated for a split second but Leo’s boot nudged my side, and I started moving, ass high in the air, pussy exposed and leaking as I circled them. They followed, Marcus leading with the leash, pulling me along while Leo kept slapping my ass cheeks hard, the sting blooming into heat.

Thе bеаѕt wаѕ drіvеn сrаzу bу her, аnd I had tо lеt hіm hаvе ѕоmе leash. I ѕlіd mу hаndѕ аrоund behind Maria fіrmlу grabbing hеr luѕсіоuѕ ass. Sіmultаnеоuѕlу, I uѕеd my grір to рull hеr рuѕѕу tоwаrd mе and I thruѕt my tongue deep іnѕіdе hеr pussy. "Yеаh, Bаbу! Fuck me wіth уоur tоnguе! Tоnguе-fuсk my hоt рuѕѕу!" Mаrіа called оut. I dіd precisely as соmmаndеd аnd рumреd mу tоnguе in and оut оf her lоvе tunnel. Of соur�

The leash dangled freely, brushing my thighs, and I felt utterly vulnerable yet empowered, the sun kissing my skin while the breeze teased between my legs. He stood behind me, still fully clothed to build the anticipation, his presence a heat at my back as he retrieved the flogger from the bag he'd brought along—a soft leather one with multiple strands, perfect for the light play we'd discussed. He trailed it over my back first—soft leather strands kissing my skin like whispers, sending shivers racing. "Ready for the fantasy to begin, Cass? Light lashes first—count them, baby. Tell me how it feels."

“Attack!” The battle began with a roar. Swords clashed, arrows flew through the air, and the ground shook beneath the weight of running wolves. The cries of men filled the field. Leah stayed behind the lines, her heart pounding as she watched the chaos unfold. She could see Kendrick moving through the battle like a storm, his strikes sharp and sure. He fought not just with strength but with purpose.

(Ashton’s pov) "Yah!!" I clamoured, tightening my fist around the reins as I kicked the stirrup of the black giant Striker and the resounding slap of my Lunge Whip landed on his black thick skin. The act ignited its energy as it lifted off its front hooves and came down hard, thundering towards the barrier the linesmen had placed subsequently for this purpose, leaping over it smoothly and only coming to an end at the other side of the rope.

Leah and Lance. The wolves had completely different fighting styles than their human counterparts. They lunged for the Collectors. Leah’s terrifying black wolf went straight for the throat of a particularly large Collector. He was a darker-skinned man with matted brown hair. His eyes were filled with that swirling white vacancy all Collectors possessed. The entire right side of his face had rotted away, revealing damaged teeth and a dingy grey skull. Leah’s wolf clamped its jaws around the large man’s neck. There was an audible pop as his throat shut in on itself. He let out a gurgled cry. The wolf shook its dark muzzle until the head was hanging on by the thinnest layer of skin. Only then d

It was round and not much bigger than his fist. “He's never ridden before, have we got a spare that will do?" A derisive snort drew Skye's attention, and he turned to see Dyllen leading out a huge black horse. The alpha had a sneer on his face that set the omega on edge. “If he can't even ride, he shouldn't be coming with us," the alpha bit out but Linus ignored him and continued to stare steadily at the beta, waiting for an answer. Lejend reached up and ruffled the bird’s shoulders on his feather thoughtfully. It leaned into his touch and affectionately nibbled his fingers as he pulled his hand away.

When his body finally fit through the gap, he bolted out, leaping down the steps that led to the gravel driveway, and pouncing on a stunning woman at the base of the stairs. She crouched, blonde hair catching and holding the moonlight, and cooed at Slash while carding her fingers through his glossy fur. Jericho was out the door first, Quinn and I following with Gunnar and Ace on our respective flanks. We walked as a unit, as a family. The woman noticed Jericho and a beaming, almost blinding smile split her lips in two. She stood once more and ran the distance between them, leaping onto him until her arms were coiled around his neck and her legs around his torso.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Miriam’s face beamed with anxiety and expectation as she discovered it was Doctor Leah who had beckoned. ‘’Glad to have you around, inspector,’’ Leah remarked, drawing a tight-lipped smile while scurrying towards Miriam to catch up. She waved the two nurses out of sight to continue in their tracks. ‘’I’ve got some news, ma’am,’’ Leah continued, this time, making a straight face, thereby raising the duo’s curiosity more. ‘’The victim in question suffered a great deal of compression to her larynx down to the trachea. The compression impeded her speech and drained her energy.’’