Lesbian Ocs Novels & Stories

★★★ ★★★ At the palace, Princess Lisa Ortega stood before her father’s desk, her silk skirts whispering against the polished marble. “Father, this matter with Haspan Cosmoses cannot be brushed aside,” she said, her voice sharper than usual. “The missing girls may be Omegas, but they are still daughters of this realm. Haspan is not to be trusted.” Ortiz Ortega leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lazily against the armrest. “You worry too much, my beloved Lisa. These disappearances are far from our walls. And you are no longer an Omega—why trouble yourself with such things?”

My mother pleaded and I had half a mind to smirk at her tone but I didn’t want to upset her so I didn’t. Instead I nodded my head and even gave a small salute that made her laugh. “I promise mom. Bye.” This time she let me go and I was thankful for that. Being an omega in a pack where omegas where treated like, well for lack of better word, shit, wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. And maybe the Goddess hated me because she just had to make the most stubborn, hard headed girl in the entire pack.

She did blow her nose on the tissue in her hand and manage to stop crying, for a bit as Lacey pulled the Laptop onto the bed with them and put one of the discs into it. "Thanks, Lace." Olivia said. "Any time, sweetie." Lacey winked back at her, as she grabbed a few highly alcoholic bottled daquiris from one of the bags and twisting the cap off. "But you know, lesbian or not, boys still do suck." Olivia said, still somewhat raggedly because of her crying but far more lucent than she'd been "God, they do, don't they." Lacey laughed as she took a sip. "Those testicles are still in our room." Olivia said, looking at the box on the dresser

I don't know how I got so lucky, but I thank the moon goddess every day for her blessings. I was once an Omega slave, now I'm a Gamma with a wife and children, if this can happen for me it can happen for anyone. The End

she asked, her brow furrowing in concern. “I’m scared,” the stylist admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “You know I’m an omega in power, so I’m afraid of speaking with Alphas. They can be intimidating, and I don’t want to put myself in a position where I could be punished for overstepping.” Isla’s heart ached for the stylist. She understood the fear that came with being an omega, especially in a world dominated by Alphas. But she also recognized the irony of her own situation. Even though she was wolf-less, her status as Luna and Liam’s mate gave her a position of power that the stylist didn’t possess.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

"No." "I believe Lucia is the only true lesbian here," I said. "Reneé identified as bisexual before her slavery started. Neither Lisa or myself had ever been with a woman before our slavery started, nor did Janet. Since our sexuality is now under the control of our Masters or Mistresses, we must have sex with whoever they desire. My Master found it easier to watch us have sex with women rather than other men, so we learned how to please women. At this moment in time, I consider Lisa to be my partner as much as Master and I have no compunction whatever in loving her. I prefer my Master's fucking to other fucking, but I'll have sex with anyone he tells me to." "Even other men?"

Lynne took Daciana to the slave quarters respectfully walking beside her. With the Alpha's scent dripping from her body, everyone knows she's the Luna. It left a lot of people in the tower flabbergasted as to why she had to be an Omega. Wolves can be mated to any of their species, there is no doubt about it but then, there's none that is not aware of Alpha Connor's deep hatred for Omegas. A few of the maids bowed to Daciana while some stared pitifully at her.

"But you're poor in the wordsmith department. Nora isn't good. She's sublime, incomparable, breathtaking, and graceful. Any woman who can play baseball like Nora is, in my opinion, a goddess." I cringed. "You seriously have a mega crush on her," I said with a smile. "Of gargantuan proportions." "Talk to her then." This time Olive sighed. She picked up a ball and held it in front of her eyes like it was a work of art. "Some girls," she said, "they're right there in front of us, perfect and gorgeous, but so far out of our league, it's just tragic, Darci." "Looks like someone finally understands how I feel for once," I said.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.