Lesbian Mating Press Novels & Stories

he said, and I smiled back, nodding agreement. 'Unusual' was an understatement, given how rare same-sex mateships were for werewolves, but I realised suddenly that it might not be the case for Lycans, and as Dad closed his door again, I looked up at Cole, still standing close to me. "Is that.. common.. among Lycans?" I asked, and he raised an eyebrow, "Two males?" he asked, and I nodded. He shook his head, then shrugged gently, "No, it's rare, but not unheard of," he said.

Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

Hakeem’s leave was extended because of our mating. When two wolves are mated, they go through a mating frenzy—which is why we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other for the past few weeks. It happens once two wolves mark each other, and its purpose is to get the she-wolf pregnant. That wasn’t an issue for Hakeem and me, obviously, but it was interesting that even as a same-sex couple, we still went through the frenzy.

Long bouts of ravenous lesbian lovemaking had always occurred as soon as their daughters were put down for a nap. Beth smiled deviously down at the tiny girl, realizing that with Linda and her as their mothers, neither girl could ever have been straight. They were predestined toward lesbianism. As Beth watched, Brittany switched to her other nipple and continued to suck and lick, as she continued to grope the older woman's large breasts. The blonde mother moaned softly and moved her hands down the tiny girl's body to grope her ass cheeks. Brittany let out an adorable giggle and wiggled her ass in Beth's hands, before opening her eyes and gazing up at the older woman. Beth tightened her grip

A baby grown between lesbian parents has all the possibilities of lagging behind other kinds in mental growth and maturity. Lesbianism is never a disorder to be treated and cured; it is just a sexual orientation. They are neither mentally, nor physically ill. There are certain therapies like reparative or conversion therapy that claim to have treatments to convert sexuality; though not proved by researches and not accepted by scientific society. The thought of a treatment emerges when we take lesbianism as a disorder. Lesbianism is a trait, may be, just as your liking for a particular food item.

I sharpen my hearing and hear my mate talking about the lingerie she just bought today. Her voice softens as she points out how sexy she looks in it. "Rain, do you think I'll be able to charm him? I mean, for a lifetime? Won't he have enough of me one day and then take a mistress? You know, like we see all the time in movies, a secret love that is always more exciting than a wife at home?" I hear her ask anxiously. A chair slides back hard, I think Rain goes over to comfort her. Relieved, I breathe, Rain is a werewolf and knows how the mating works. Once mated and marked, the pull exists only between the two of us, with no third parties involved.

The final act was pure, animalistic ruin. Both sisters were placed on their backs in full mating press, legs folded back behind their heads. The men took turns breeding them mercilessly. Thick cocks slammed into their overstuffed cunts and asses, the intense pressure making their bellies bulge slightly with every thrust. The wet, squelching sounds were deafening. Thick, creamy froth bubbled out around the cocks as they pounded the sisters’ ruined holes.

“The Moon Goddess has blessed Liana with a vampire mate. So, we will celebrate her mating ceremony tonight.” As he mentioned the sacred event of the mating ceremony, a tornado of emptiness punched me hard in my gut. I sighed, “At least, Liana can enjoy her mating ceremony …”

Either it eats your brain to Swiss cheese until you forget how to breathe, or you’re exiled, or the pack puts you down because you’ve become a rabid animal. Abertha nudges the muffins toward me. I shake my head. I can’t eat. “It’s not moon madness. And mates are—complicated.” I’ve noticed. The story is you sense your mate, you can’t resist each other, you fall in love, and you have babies. But there are a lot of—aberrations. “So Killian and I aren’t mates?” “No. You definitely are.” “I don’t get it.” Abertha lets out a long, gusty sigh.

The quiet of the library feels heavy, almost oppressive, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath. I glance back at the book and notice a footnote: Chosen mates. Unlike fated mates, it says, the bond of a chosen mate isn’t unbreakable or eternal. It explains how, under certain conditions, she-wolves in chosen bonds can go into heat and conceive—but only if specific rituals are followed. I scoff quietly. Braden and I never did any of this.