Lesbian 18+ Novels & Stories

Another man stood between her legs, thrashing into her pussy ravenously. A bevy of lesbian whores fingered and sucked each other, while gay werewolves blew each other to a howling orgasm. A red head on her knee was smashed doggy style, while being deep-throated by a werewolf in front of her. A thin whimper pierced the noise from my left. One of the men buried his face between the thighs of a whore, fingering her slick pussy, and sucking her clit. It's a fucking orgy in here!

"I can't wait to go to the mating ceremony. I want to see what kind of magnificent, high-born lady managed to capture the Lycan King's heart. I want to see the Queen!" Torren smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist, thoroughly enjoying her excitement. "Then pack your dresses, my love. In six days, we march to Volca-Crest." Neither of them realized that the "magnificent Queen" waiting for them on the golden throne was the very same girl they had left to rot in the dirt.

Joyanna nodded, “We can not kiss anyone on the lips because we are six years old, not babies. If we want to kiss our family members, we can only kiss them on the cheeks. We can’t kiss outsiders.” Liliana answered, “When you turn 16 or older, you will want to kiss someone - either a boy or a girl on the lips. That means you are attracted to that person.” Li vigorously nodded, “I think I got it, Mommy.” Kyle nodded as well, “Yeah, me too.” Joyanna pouted, “If I want to kiss a boy, I am straight. If I want to kiss a girl, I am lesbian. If Kyle wants to kiss a boy, he is gay. Is that it, Mommy?”

He needed something more than just a whim, something that would resonate with Arc. "It's an LGBTQ-themed party, and we could use some more publicity," Chelsea explained. "It'll make our friendship pretense even more believable, and we can take tons of pictures and videos there." Arc's face fell, his eyes clouding with disappointment before his expression turned neutral again. His walls were back up, and Chelsea sensed a hint of hurt behind his words. Arc nodded curtly. "I guess I'll have to come since I signed a contract." "Great!" Chelsea's tone was chipper and triumphant.

Leo nodded to them before excusing himself. The marriage wasn't going to work, when Addison is obviously a lesbian and he couldn't get married to a lady he knows is a lesbian.

It whimpered and hid. “How?… who?…. What?…. I kept stammering lost in confusion and deep nostalgic fear. That coin belongs to the Silver Willow Pack, the most traditional blood tasty pack in the northern hemisphere. They didn’t visit bars. They didn’t hire prostitutes. “I'm no longer here for a thrill,” he said, his voice no longer lustful, but cold and professional. He set me down on my feet though he kept one hand firmly on my throat, not squeezing, but reminding me who was in control.

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Another woman hovered over Cassie’s face, grinding her vagina against her lips, and I felt my stomach lurch as Cassie’s tongue darted out to lick. My brain stalled completely. Cassie was committing an abomination. The humans called it lesbianism, but in our world, it wasn’t some casual thing you joked about or experimented with. It was something people got punished for. Badly. Up to fifteen years in the dungeon. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Cassie snapped, pushing the woman between her legs away, her movement careless enough that she bumped into the one above her. That broke whatever hold the scene had on me.

My past life, my death, my rebirth… But one question burned more than the others at the tip of my tongue. “Ronan,” I said, pulling my head back, “you have to tell me how to break the seal on my wolf. I need to be able to shift. Please.” Ronan blinked, eyes flicking over me. “How old are you?” “Seventeen—” “And you’re a first-year at Ravencrest, I take it?” I nodded, and Ronan shook his head. “Too young. You must become designated Alpha before it’s safe. Are you taking the necessary courses?”

“Shh… don’t cry. You don’t have to cry anymore.” Kaliya took a deep, trembling breath. “On my 18th birthday… Kate locked me in my room. She locked me up and said I shouldn’t come out.” Levi’s arms tensed around her. “She didn’t want you to shift.” Kaliyah looked up at him. Levi nodded, “Werewolves shift when they turn 18. That’s also when they’re most likely to sense their mates. She didn’t want you to come in contact with the moon… That’s why you haven’t even had your first shift yet.”