Lesbian Mating Press Novels & Stories

It wasn’t just lust; it was the mate bond making sure they completed their mating ritual. As mates, the marking and mating are equally important. But Zev isn’t allowed to mark our mate. Not yet. I picked Atalanta up and placed her on Zev’s lap, facing forward. “Now, I am nothing if not a good friend, so I’ll give a little taste.” I said, standing behind my mate and lifting her up by her ass. One hand on each perfect ass cheek, so her breasts were in front of Zev’s face. “Go ahead, little mouse.” I said, and Lana pushed Zev’s head towards one of her breasts, which he eagerly sucked inside his mouth.

The elder who hadn't said anything all this while suddenly said. Hearing their words Jefferson didn't know whether to laugh or frown. These words felt funny to him. "Yeah, you are all right. But could you please give me some other reasons why I shouldn't make my mate the Luna of the pack?" He frowned. Immediately a sigh spread among them. He didn't know why they were signing but we'll it was none of his concern. "The positive of the Luna traditionally is held by the mate of the Alpha of that pack. But your case is different. Your mate is a human and is weak; there's no way she can be the Luna of the pack." The elder with a long nose said as he explained to Jefferson.

“–is a male? Yes. Yes it does.” I was quiet for a long time, listening as she spoke. According to Gia, ever since Justin had announced Ethan as his mate, the newspapers had been circulating conservative views on relationships and homosexuality. The artciesl talked about how homosexuality was a human phenomenon, and not meant for werewolves. Even some schools in the Chiyad pack had taken extra care to rid their libraries of homosexual and bisexual content; literature, and media. News stations were playing up traditional values, and had lept on the legacy of Justin’s mother, an apparently beloved Luna, resurrected in the reappearance of Jesamine. News outlets flaunted had begun her dating hist

Her emphasis on the last words dripped with insinuation. Lilith's perfectly manicured hand waved dismissively in my direction. "This is Victoria, my husband's half-sister. The product of his father's... indiscretion with a human woman." Her voice dropped to a stage whisper. "Poor thing has somehow convinced Leonard Moretti to make her his mate. Though I can't imagine it's official yet." "It's very official," I corrected, refusing to be cowed. "The mating ceremony was witnessed by representatives from three allied packs."

Damien caught her, flipped her onto her stomach, and immediately pushed into her ass without warning. Sophia screamed into the mattress as his fifteen inches filled her ass, stretching her impossibly, and Damien pounded her brutally until he came, flooding her ass with his cum. *** Another night, Damien pushed Sophia's legs back toward her chest...so far back her knees were by her ears, her pussy tilted up, completely exposed and vulnerable. "This is called a mating press," Damien explained, positioning himself. "It's designed for deep, breeding thrusts. Makes it almost impossible for you to escape. Makes you take every inch whether you can handle it or not."

I beg you, don't cheat on me with other she-wolves. After assuring me that he would never cheat on me, Matthew proceeded to provide me with instructions regarding what I should communicate to the alpha king regarding my checkup. Matthew vowed that he would never deceive or cheat on me ever. "And while we're on the topic, make sure you tell the alpha king that I gave you some medication to speed up the process of getting pregnant so that you both could start a family as soon as possible. Also, make sure you take these vitamins regularly. In the event that he had any questions regarding the medicines."

Watching Liam leave the room and make sure it was properly locked, Harper brought out a forged key and opened the door. Walking into the room, she tried to control the jealousy and anger burning fiercely in her heart. So what if she was mated to him? He knew her first? Her plans worked, she smiled at herself as she stopped by the mirror to admire her beauty. She would pin him down with it, and knowing her Alpha, he would be left with no other choice than to allow her to take her right.

Sometimes people have claimed that there was this spark, this chemistry that leads them to know beforehand, but that’s not true for everyone. I sometimes feel like it’s an unfair advantage that the Moon Goddess had given the male wolves, but it’s not like we can do anything about it. What’s been set in stone can’t be changed. Just like the mating bond itself. Once you feel the pull of the mating bond, you can never look at anyone else. It does seem unfair to me, almost like an arranged marriage where you don’t really have a say in the matter and are forced to love the person who was chosen for you, even if said choosing is done by a Goddess. It felt more like a beautifully decorated cage.

She doesn't realize she said that out loud until he grunts in approval. Her legs are thrown over his shoulders and her thighs and back ache from being folded in half like this, her knees practically touching the bed with how he's resting his weight on her. She can't move an inch as his cock batters her cervix over and over. "This is called the mating press," he says. "Deep, like this, you're going to take another breeding." She whimpers and whines but doesn't squirm, save for her toes curling uselessly in the air as he slams balls deep and his burly cock grinds and pulses as she feels him once again pump his thick virile seed deep into her unprotected womb.

The day of Liam’s mating ceremony passed like any other for Daniella. Or at least, she tried to convince herself it did. She had been expecting it. The news had spread like wildfire through the country with every newspaper carrying the story of the wedding between of Alpha Liam and Matilda. The story of him finally taking Matilda as his Luna, sealing their bond in a grand ceremony attended by the most powerful werewolf families. The announcement had not shaken her as much as she had thought it would. Perhaps, after everything, she had grown numb to pain.