Romans & histoires Lesbian One Shots

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

First: DENNYJAY—TO TOUCH AN OMEGA Second: TO LOVE AND TO KILL—THE TRUE ALPHA Third: LUOMAX—CLAIMED BY AN ICY OMEGA All three are LGBTQ-themed. To be more specific, THE TRUE ALPHA is a lesbian story. I know, I know… some of you might not be as interested, but I urge you to give it a try. If it’s not to your liking, you can always pause for a while—and hopefully, when her story concludes a few chapters later, you’ll return for LUOMAX’s story. I understand some readers might suggest opening a new book for each story, but as many of you know, getting a new book officially approved can take quite some time. That’s why I’ve chosen to keep all three stories within one book.

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!

And me—I'm exactly where I need to be, holding her steady while my packmates worship her. This is what reverse harem means. Not just multiple partners. But true unity. True sharing. All of us focused on her pleasure, her needs, her satisfaction. "We should move this to the bedroom," Luciano says, voice strained. "More space." "Agreed," I manage. But extracting ourselves from the shower proves difficult when none of us want to stop touching her. We manage eventually, water dripping everywhere, stumbling toward the bedroom in a tangle of limbs. Amaya laughs—actually laughs—and the sound is so unexpected, so perfect, that we all freeze.

His hot tongue flicked over my nipples as steady footsteps walked towards us. My jeans was pulled down and I hissed as the cold air brushed against my thighs. The cold didn't last for long as Cassien pushed two fingers into my hole. “Master,” I cried in pleasure, my body convulsing as he started moving. Lucien's lips was still on my breasts while his hands kneaded my other breasts. My mouth fell slightly agape as I arched my hips, grinding against Cassien's fingers. “Patience Luna,” Cassien chuckled as he moved even faster.

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.

It's ridiculous for her to suggest that we can all coexist. Perhaps, as an Omega, she's accustomed to such situations, but I am not. I will never share the man who marked me, the man I have loved for years. It's not in my blood. I refuse to partake in such repugnant acts—sharing a man, sharing his love, or even sharing his...intimacy. "I don't know about all of this, Luna," she choked, attempting to stand but ultimately falling to the ground due to her weak body.

he added, and Maya slowly pulled herself to a sitting position. "You know in The Oasis pack, I did not have a fair life. Having to be an omega , struggling with the hates I received, and then suffering physical abuse, emotional abuse down to sexual abuse," she said, pulling her knees together, as she recounted the moments killian had tried to take advantage of her, with tears forming in her eyes.

The girl with no wolf. The false queen with too many friends and too little consequence. The chosen one who doesn’t even understand what she’s been chosen for. She took my future, my throne, my prophecy. And now she thinks love and loyalty will protect her? Let her cling to Edric like he’s the end of her story. Let her hold hands with rabbits and talking vegetables. She has no idea. No idea what’s sleeping in Windsor. What Lana’s been feeding under the roots of that ancient packhouse.

Someone sucked gently on her clit while another girl slipped two cool fingers inside her, curling them perfectly against her g-spot. Lily had never felt pleasure like this. She moaned and writhed as the lesbian vampires worshipped her body, feeding lightly on tiny nips along her inner thighs, her breasts, her neck, never enough to turn her, just enough to send intoxicating waves of euphoria through her veins. “You taste so innocent,” Cassandra whispered, watching from above as she stroked Lily’s hair. “Tomorrow we will make you scream. Tomorrow you will squirt blood and cum for all of us while we fuck you senseless.”