Ling Wen Male Form の小説・ストーリー

By the time Kawan and Quillon's gaze reached the waist of what were once jeans, they could see the hair was sparse, and they couldn't help but wonder if those thick curls surrounded his cock. Leonardo followed their curious gaze and saw he was almost nearly in wolf form and his clothes were in rags. Only when he growled did they realize they were staring, quite intently at that. His arms were not as thickly-covered, nor were his legs. He was not fully shifted, but his teeth were down, canines that looked like they could tear steel into shreds. "Fuck!" He screamed. Oh. A man could come just from listening to that voice. Pure, thick, deep. When he spoke, both Kawan and Quillon could feel the v

Owen gulped again. Leon's thing is huge. If he is not wrong, it 6 inches long and four inches circumference. He's indeed has a perfect body. "Done staring?" Leon snapped out his wild imagination and approached him slowly. "You can even touch it, so why do you keep staring?" He added. Owen didn't answer and just looked at his eyes and licked his lips. Leon paused again and suddenly grabbed Owen's nape then kissed him aggressively. He even rubbed his thing to Owen's crotch as he sucked his tongue.

Something startled Lorn awake, and he immediately went on alert. He was still in wolf form, so anyone seeing him would just think he was a wolf taking a nap next to the stream. Squinting his eyes, he sees something or someone coming down from the sky with the sun behind them. What the hell? Lorn squints harder and continues to stare. A man with white wings and nothing but a loin cloth was standing in front of him.

Wen's Mansion. "Are you staying here tonight...?", Old Wen spoke as he saw his grandson Alex. Alex was busy signing a form that's just been brought by his assistant...with his v-neck T-shirt and white trouser his perfect body looked stunning...his black hair was uneven and unadjusted, unlike his neatly styled hair. His aura was still hard to ignore as his long tender hands did their work making the scene look like the most breathtaking one. Old Wen gritted his teeth.

“I promise I won’t take it away from you. But this promise only stands until we get to rene. I need it to deal with my dear old grandpa.” Wen nodded obediently. He gently patted his head and sat down on his leg. “why are you so obsessed with that pendant? You like being in your adult form?” he threw a glance back. Wen Ro was actually blushing. This huge man was blushing. wrong, Wen was still a two-year-old beast. Bai shook his head. “why?” he asked again. “… I don’t like being chubby…. this body is good…” he patted his tummy with a bright smirk.

"These don't fit anymore. Too tight—damn it, why didn't I notice sooner? It's like they've shrunk overnight." Vaelor leaned against the doorway, shirtless, his eight-foot frame filling the space like a living statue carved from obsidian and gold. His dark hair fell loose around his horns, still rumpled from sleep, and his slit irises watched Lirian with a mix of amusement and heat, darkening slightly as he took in the sight. A faint smirk curved his lips, one corner lifting in that rare, teasing way that made Lirian's pulse quicken. He pushed off the frame, crossing the room in two strides, his tail swaying behind him like a predator on the prowl. "Complaining?" he rumbled, voice low and tea

He was serious. Wendy stared blankly at his broad back. He bent slightly, effortlessly lifting a heavy side panel with one hand. The muscles in his arm and back tensed into clear lines with the movement, under the apartment's soft lighting, presenting an outline that was both powerful and sensual. That fluid, controlled motion was completely different from his usual suited-and-booted elite image, possessing a more primal appeal.

[ELARA] Valen moves easily, peeling away the layers of his clothing until he is left in little more than a linen shirt, loose at the collar, and dark trousers that sit low on his hips. The candlelight casts long shadows over the ridges of his body, tracing over sharp angles and defined muscle, a reminder of what he is—what he can do—something I only had a glimpse of minutes ago. I watch, trying not to. Trying not to compare. And yet, I cannot stop myself from thinking of another man in another bed.

It twitched. Caelin exhaled sharply, his head tilting back just slightly, the smallest sound escaping his lips. Pleasure. Elara felt it ripple through her Alpha like a wave. Emboldened, she pushed the briefs aside. The sight stole the breath from her lungs. Caelin's male sex was thick, proud, flushed with desire and glistening at the tip. Elara's mouth parted involuntarily. How did he even hide something this big over 15 inches of pure muscle?

Lila His sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, dark hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it, eyes a piercing storm-gray even in the dim light. Straight nose, full mouth pulled tight in pleasure, brows drawn together in concentration. He was built like the cowboys in old movies—wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, abs cut deep, every line of him hard-earned muscle from years of real work. A faint scar ran across one pec. His chest rose and fell fast, skin gleaming faintly with sweat.