Ling Wen Male Form Novels & Stories

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.

His abs took center stage, forming a remarkable eight-pack that testified to his unwavering commitment to fitness. What set Logan apart further was the classic V-shape of his torso, framed by broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The result was an athletic silhouette that was not only visually appealing but also the embodiment of strength and agility. As he moved through the water, his form was the very essence of grace and power combined.

” " Oh, it's a long story.” Lino was a young man in his early twenties, like most of the people there. He looked like a photographic model. He wore a black sunrobe, and his muscular shapely thighs were splattered with water droplets. His belly was almost impossible not to look at, the muscles were perfect, and it showed years of weight training. His blond hair was cut military style, and even though it was night, he wore sunglasses. He had a charming smile.

“Ugh~” a groaning voice rang out from within prince Lindens Olun's large and spacious room. In the room was seen a man with a stocky body and a slim waist writhing on a bed with a blanket that was damaged by werewolf nails emerging from his wolf-like fingers. Tonight, like the previous nights when he had a rut period, Lindens again felt the blood in his body burning from within his body and soul. He hated the days he had to go through because of his rut period as a descendant of Olun.

Lifting up his eyes and directly saw Wenren's gradually deepening smile. Thump. Wenren's hair was braided by one of the villager's children. The single centipede style only used a knot at the tip of his ink black hair. Wenren's wild charm wasn't diminished by this hairstyle. In Ritian's opinion, it only made him look extra great. Wenren's crooked nose shows how fun-loving the guy was. So much that he would wrestle a cattle when he's bored. The scar on his forehead made his face distinct and rogue. Although every features screamed manly and demands authority, his eyes softens his expression.

He is 5'7" tall and strong with a mesomorph body. He has long white curly hair, porcelain skin, and a childlike expression on his face. Because of his heartwarming attitude and charm, people will always feel happy and at ease around him. Wen Len Su is a twenty-year-old man. A young man who is trustworthy and hardworking. He is 5'8" tall with a strong, mesomorph body. He has brown hair that is long and straight. His skin is tanned, and he wears a solemn expression. People assumed he was always angry and difficult to approach because of his firm facial expression. However, he is sensitive and soft, like a muffin.

He winked at her. Cinthye glared at him and pulled his hair. “Excuse me?” He laughed. “You’re not excused, woman. Not until I’m done with you.” He took his pants off, including the his briefs. Her accusations was right! It was his manhood, long, thick and colored in beautiful pink color. His choke it with his wet hand,moving it up and down. Cinthye’s eyes almost bulge out. She knew he was big in physique but she did not expected this man to be this well endowed in this department. This was not a mere exaggeration, his thing was literally bigger than her arm.

There would be no denying the fact that her words alone made him harder than steel, the tent in his shorts abundantly obvious as he instantly admitted defeat. Young she-wolves, tiny little things that were easily broken were his favorite, and Wren was that fantasy in the flesh. Barely five foot and with no hips to speak of, her tiny breasts were little more than nipples. Clearly she didn't entirely understand the Breeding Rooms and their dynamic, as she was dressed in a pleated black silk skirt that covered nothing, and a black fishnet blouse over a barely there red leopard bralette.

A weird looking middle-aged male with dyed mohawk hairdo, having scars on his forehead down to his right side of his neck, a pointed nose and insanely using his elongated tongue to lick Wren’s shaved head. “Sorry, lady Luna.” The weird man croaked, raised his slit iris. “I need him to win an easy point since no one here dares to bring you down, this very tadpole will be the first to lose his life here.” The weird man’s eyes inclined to Wren’s glossy blue eyes. Wren’s mouth corners pointed in different directions, in a lopsided smile. How weak his grip and intimidation was and how disappointing, she’d expected more from a being of such caliber, Lady Beth's and Luna’s grips were more vigorous.

A second wolf stepped into the dim light of the den, and Lynn's breath caught completely in his throat. The man was easily six feet four inches of pure, sculpted muscle, with dark cropped hair and piercing grey eyes. He looked to be around thirty-five, carrying the commanding aura of a dominant fighter. His tight leather vest hugged a massive chest, and his thick biceps tore at the seams of his sleeves. Lynn looked down, his eyes instantly glued to the tight leather breeches that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A massive, thick outline swelled against the heavy fabric, showing the unmistakable shape of a dominant male wolf. Lynn felt an immediate, scorching wave of heat pool betw