Leshy X Yellow Cat Novels & Stories

As an Alpha lycan, my supersensitive nose was able to distinguish between the faintest smells easily. It was possible to fool Amara with this trick, but not me! Balling my fingers into fists, I stomped towards Shyla’s room, she had crossed all the limits today. There should be some punishment to tame that feral Kitten! I kicked open her room’s door and saw her calmly sitting on the bed, as if she was waiting for my reaction after pulling this devious prank. Seething in anger, my stomach clenched with absolute restraint as I asked her to rise and questioned, using every bit of my royal command,

“No Eve that’s not it.” “I said don’t lie to me! You come here with your stupid smile, and your stupid face and think you can destroy everything I’ve built?” “Eve you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying!” Eve’s eyes suddenly glowed a dangerous yellow and her claws elongated instantly. “I said DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Eve yelled as she lunged against Sera, but sera dodged quickly though she managed to get a little cut on her arm that healed instantly.

Immediately, he walked out of the suite. ★ HELLCAT & VIXEN SUITE* Hellcat barged into her room as her hands flew to the glass cups on her table smashing it on the floor. "Arghhhh!" She screamed scattering her hair frustratingly. Just then, Yasmine came in still covering her arm as she sat on the bed still groaning. "Aishhhh!" "I swear I'm killing that idiot!" Hellcat yelled as she paced around. "Won't you get me a kit, I'm dying here!" Yasmine interrupted and hellcat exhaled loudly getting a kit before handling it to Yasmine.

Apparently, the remark was true because that disgusting Mike Mahoney who she had met on her wedding night had said the same thing to her. “Derek, I must steal her from you,” Cat purred. “Hmm. I don’t know,” Derek mused as he stared at the vixen. “I would want her back.” Cat laughed as she reached her hand out to Chelsea. Hmm. Maybe I was wrong. She might not want to have sex with Derek. Maybe she’s looking to make a new friend. Chelsea took her hand. Cat helped her out of the booth. “Come, my dear. We’ll go into the boom boom room and get better acquainted.”

Now I really do feel like a fucking catalyst, like an extra in an x-rated movie. As I'm lying there, with my aching cock sticking straight up in the air, Shelly breaks the kiss and starts working her way down Cyn's body. Fuck! She's sucking her nipples and running her fingers through Cyn's matted bush. Cyn is lying back with her eyes closed, spreading her legs and pushing her mound up against Shelly's hand. I want to slam my cock back inside her steamy pussy and finish what we started, but Shelly has other ideas. Winking at me, Shelly kneels between Cyn's legs and lowers her mouth to Cyn's wide-open pussy.

I flushed underneath the hot, heady weight of the memory and a small voice whispered in my head: Was I really normal if I enjoyed all of that? “Yellow…” Kara continued by shaking her wrist in my face, yearning for my attention. “Yellow means you are down for a play. But you make the rules. You pick whom to have sex with and the things you are comfortable with. You get to make all the decisions, if you wanna stop at any time, then you stop. Your no is no and no one can ever cross that boundary you set. We have fine guards waiting to beat the shit out of you if you ever abuse a yellow. The aim is to have pleasure, not to break you.” Her words made perfect sense. Especially after I saw that gir

I would have given her a tight slap across the face if I wasn't so wounded and weak. "Shame? That word is rather foreign to me. And to answer your question, yes, I do have a heart. One that's as black as night and holds only hatred for you. For so long have I plotted your destruction and you don't know just how happy I am to see you in this state. It would be my greatest pleasure to see you killed publicly in less than two hours." She quipped, her eyes glistening with content.

In the light brown box, the walls are the same colour, with a sketch of Caramel with mouse ears and tails, a shy look on his face with a couch with books on it, and comics. In the dark brown, the walls are brown with Coco having a tail and dog ears and a collar around his neck. His section has his easel, canvas and pencils. And then the wall facing the door, is painted yellow, a lighthouse and a beach on it, while Vanilla stares at the sea. This Vanilla, by the way, is a cat.

I didn't think my body could take anymore. His hands held my waist in place and he chuckled. "You like this, little whore, fuck yes, you like this." Then he let out a growl and I felt a pool of hot liquids coat every inch of my insides. "Mine!" His Lycan said in a deep voice, delivering another sharp slap to my ass. "Yes, I'm yours!" I shouted. Goddess, I wanted to be his and now I truly am. He felt amazing inside me, filling me, taking me, using me. I was his and I wanted to be his.

I said answering all her questions. She stared at me through narrow eyes before a childish smile broke out across her face. “Nice to meet you Ms Mariah, I’m Lyla” she said, her one front tooth missing in action as she spoke. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lyla” I said with a smile I peaked over her shoulder at the small fluff of fur that sat behind her on the floor. “And who is that cutey? “ I asked playful causing Lyla to shake with excitement as she turned around to pick up the cat.