Loud House Vore Novels & Stories

Hilda said that to Verosha who grinned. “I know.” she agreed and proudly smiled at her husband. Lium was checking any other changes in their prey movement before he began typing on the tablet before another CCTV showed up. He split the holographic into two since he got curious about something around the company. “Hm, I think I have to check the surveillance at the company…before going to work.” Lium only said as soon as he saw something over the CCTV around the VM Jewelry Company’s perimeter. “Okay, be careful on your way.” Verosha just nodded and let her husband go to work.

The moment Hugo saw that security camera, he was sure that Vladimir was here. Hugo could almost see the scared thug shivering in front of a screen inside the room. When the door opened, Hugo found exactly what he had expected. Vladimir was in his boxers standing in front of a small screen. Behind him was an unconscious naked girl lying on the bed. The room was trashed. Empty bottles of champagne were scattered around. A small table at the corner still had two lines of coke on it. There was slow music and faint red lighting in the room. It was obvious that Vladimir had been making full use of the club’s facilities.

Reese frowned, annoyed and amused at the same time. "You're absolutely rebellious!" Liora giggled and said, "What do you say, Mr. Reese? I won't help you if you don't let me call you that." Reese relented and said, "Let's correct it slowly after we're done with our task. The victim's name is Hugo Lowe, age 24. He lived alone on Clearway Street and was murdered in his rental apartment."

I ran my thumb over its slit and felt a few drops of precum gushing out of it. "No more,” he snapped, pushing my hand away before moving down my body and guiding his cock to my entrance. "This will be fast and furious, babe." I nodded, eager for that promise to be fulfilled when a thud echoed through the silence of the room before Louis's head bounced back and then his body collapsed on top of mine. “Louis?” I said confused before I felt something running down my chest, right where his head was, "But what...?" "Come on, Auntie, hurry up."

The skin that thing was wearing melted down in front of our eyes and it's true form was revealed in front of Loid as well. I knew he saw her because I heard him gasp in surprise. It shrieked at me again. Loid had his ears covered so I howled at her again. This time, I saw the same neon lights ejecting along with my howl. It melted that thing and it just disappeared right in front of our eyes. “What the fuck was that?” Loid finally asked after a few seconds. I turned to look at him and found that same fear in his eyes that I was feeling.

Most of the cabinets weren't equipped with doors, but some drawers were made with glass so you could see the contents. The shelves were illuminated by LED lights, giving it a clean, modern appeal. I noticed that the right part of the room was dedicated for the shoes. Though Uno was mostly barefoot inside the house, there was an assortment of shoes to match every occasion. I went beside the table in the middle, looking at the LED lights that surrounded the frame. "This is where you prepare for an event?"

The penthouse suite overlooked the frozen Nyhavn canal, where colorful townhouses glowed under strings of winter lights. Snow fell softly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the world into silence. Inside, the air was thick with heat and raw hunger. Liora Voss, 26, stood barefoot on the heated marble floor. Her long chestnut hair cascaded down her bare back, and her body — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and long toned legs — trembled with anticipation.

Music spilled out, and there were a lot of other people around them – she recognized many from school, humans and werewolves, but she knew none by name until in the hallway she walked into Lillian and the she-wolf shoved her. “Watch where the f-k you’re going you stupid drunken bitch!” Lillian snarled, her wolf in her eyes. “Sorry… I…” Aislen started but Guy tugged her onwards, his fingers ringing her wrist. The only light in the living room of the house came from the TV which was playing pornography. Music thudded around them like a pulse beat stealing any of the sounds from the movie playing, so that the people on the screen f-ked with mouths open on soundless moans. In the flickering lig

“Try not to scream too loud. Or do. He likes it when they scream.” The door slammed shut behind me.The inside of the longhouse was dimly lit by oil lamps and a low fire in the hearth. Thick furs covered the floor and a massive bed platform. The air smelled of smoke, musk, and something darker — raw power. Kael Voss stood in the center of the room. He was even bigger up close. Towering. Naked. His cock hung heavy between his powerful thighs, already half-hard and thickening as his golden eyes raked over my trembling body.

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.