Lesbian Ocs Novels & Stories

Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.

As this scent swept through the arena like a tsunami, the breath of every proud, violent Alpha grew heavy and uncontrolled. Not from desire. Their souls were being choked by an absolute superior. A god's hand pressed down on the back of their necks. Not heavy. But it forced their proud spines to bend. *Thud.* In the back row of the stands, the elderly Omega washerwoman rose to her feet. She smoothed her faded grey dress, bent her knees with solemn dignity, and pressed her forehead to the freezing stone floor. She wept uncontrollably. *"The Lycan Mother... the gods have blessed us! The Mother has returned!"*

Leslie asked as his heart tripped, the thought of the possibility made him excited. “Yeah. Don’t tell me you’re a hater?” “No!” Leslie shouted, scaring Reina before he covered his face. “I mean, I love his works.” Reina stared at him before she laughed and leaned back with a relaxed expression. “That reminds me; what’s your secondary gender?” Reina asked. “I’m a beta.” “Omega.” Leslie replied as Reina smirked. “Interesting.” Reina said. “Yet management still selected you to be his editor.”

“Okay, so I got married yesterday, and I love my husband. He's literally perfect. He also happens to be the Alpha of his pack, and just now, someone called me Luna. I'm shocked. I don't know how to react.” Puzzled, Alpha Amal looked at her, bending his eyes till they were level with hers. “You are the Luna of this pack. That's kind of how it works? You marry the Alpha, you become the Luna?” Flustered, she gave a light-hearted slap to his arm and then sat up. “Babe, that's not what I mean! I was an Omega kicked out from my pack and I walked for days before I could even get here. Here, I became a slave, and I was probably supposed to be stuck in the nursery, but now I'm the Luna. It's overwhel

Larisa did a little twirl so the pink skirt of her nightie flared demurely around her slim legs. “It’s easy money. All you have to do is act a little Omega for them, wail for their big Alpha knot and move on with your life a few hundred dollars richer.” Leda had never been casual about sex. Not just because of the threat that her biology would overcome the alterants, but because the problems it could effect had never seemed worth it. Even coupling with a Beta seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. Being bred was out of the question and even with hormonal inhibitors, there was still a risk. Omegas were

Nana was about to finish her statement when Lola cut her off. "That's enough; we are going to be late for the ceremony." Let's hurry now, shall we?" Lola said The three best friends left together after much talk and cajoling to attend the awakening ceremony, where they got to shift for the first time and perhaps meet their destined mate. But that day was a miserable one for Anna. She wasn't able to shift and was labeled an omega from that day on. Back to the present... "Down to earth, Anna," Nana screeched.

I held her hand reassuringly. “Oh, Lola, I’m here for a job,” I coaxed gently, offering her a soft smile. Traditionally, omegas were considered the lowest rank and were not allowed to shift or receive training on the ground. They were confined to the pack house, performing household chores and cooking for other pack members. However, when I became Luna and joined this pack after marrying Zander, I introduced new laws, giving omegas the opportunity to receive training in self-defense and war. I firmly believed that not being able to shift didn't make them weak, and I had even organized championships and fighting competitions for omegas throughout the year to prove their strength and worth.

My Lycan mate, I am just an omega 1 My name is Yolanda Edwards, and I hail from the fierce moon pack as the youngest daughter of our omega. In the world of werewolves, omegas are seen as the weakest link, often subjected to scorn and derision for being deemed useless. It's a common refrain: "They should just go live among the humans since they have no value." As I said, I am Yolanda Edwards, a girl who has yet to awaken her wolf, navigating life in a community that looks down on me not only for my omega lineage but also for being wolf-less at 19. I am a constant target of ridicule within this pack.

Alora’s POV My dress is torn and clings to my skin because it is soaked with sweat- that if they have another ceremonial dress for me for that useless sham of a wedding, because this one they prepared for me is all gone now. I can smell my own scent, it is nothing like a natural heat- even my own scent makes me horny. It makes the men horny and it also makes lesbian wolves horny. The only wolves that are free from my poison are female straight wolves "Hurry," Eibbin mutters, his voice sounding more strained than it sounded before. "We need to get her hand fixed before the Luna notices. We don't want the Luna's trouble"

The comment section was flooded with messages. "His Luna, Katherine, has been persecuting me, jealous that I won the Alpha's love." Sheila clutched her stomach, her voice breaking. "Now Derek wants to exile me to the wastelands. I'm just an innocent Omega. I truly love Derek. Our pup is innocent!" Comments flooded the livestream frantically. "Oh my God, is this the mysterious Alpha's mistress?" "She's so pitiful! She's with pup and being abandoned!" "That Luna is so cruel! She can't even tolerate an innocent pup!"