Lucy Mochi Lesbian Novels & Stories

On the tabletop was an abundance of foods overflowing from one end to the other. The bright-haired goddess hadn't eaten anything since her arrival. She was instantly lured by the myriad of platters filled with delicacies - seasoned roasted lamb with garlic and herbs plus goat cheese and grilled geese drizzled with olive oil. Persephone circled the table as if in a trance. There were fresh-baked sweetbreads, dripping honeycomb, and lemon cakes dusted with icing sugar. It made Persephone's mouth watered at the sight of them.

She stretched her hands toward me. "An Alpha said I should give this to a brunette-haired lady when she comes out of the restroom," she said, giving me a once-over. "I think you are mistaken, ma'am..." "Take the bags, will you?" she said rather calmly. "Only the Moon Goddess knows what he saw in you..." I was shocked as I looked at Lucy. "He should be after beautiful werewolves like me, not a cheap slut like you. You can't even afford a proper dress," she scoffed, touching my dress.

"Who's having fun tonight?" We all tilted our heads upward toward the big screen behind the DJ booth as the club cheered. Lucy had a microphone in hand, shaking her hips. The DJ looked on appreciatively. To be fair, Lucy was very beautiful, almost in an otherworldly way. She had clearly hit the genetic jackpot and could have easily been a famous model had it not been forbidden by our pack, or likely most packs. Her dress revealed her perfectly flat stomach, clearly unaffected by having had a pup—was it the werewolf healing, or was she the Moon Goddess's favorite?

It wasn't easy to see, but you could see it, though more by attitude than coloring, which was very subtle. She glanced at us, wondering what we thought of the comment. "Don't look at us," I said, "we're all wondering the same thing." "Are you all lesbians?" She asked. "Only Lucia," I answered, "but we all appreciate a nicely turned out woman anymore. We've all had sex with women. Reneé is bi, but you definitely look good enough to eat, even to me."

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

Dylan was my partner today, and he definitely helped my nerves cool down while Jules went with Dylan's Beta, Carolina. To say the place was spontaneous was an understandment. It had a sparkling queenbee chandelier with small portraits of men. As we went down the short stairs, we saw a lot of people, mostly Lycans, since my wolve could sense it. This party definitely was one big one. The ladies were dressed to impress. The men were dressed their best despite how nervous they female wolves were. They smiled and mingled with other Alphas and betas. "I guess a lot of these females want to be Queen." Dylan stated with a smirk as he looked around the beautiful place.

“She's my wife, she's a Luciero, and no one can ever touch a Luciero.” itsclarixass

I said gently touching her hair. “Our mate grows worried, we don’t have much time Anya,” Angel quickly nudges her hand. A golden key appeared between them. Take it. Unlock everything. I reached out. The moment my fingers touched the key, the world shattered—then reformed. A door stood before me. I opened it. ⸻ And I saw. Memories not my own. Visions. Battles. Coronations. Destruction. Hope. My bloodline, traced like silver flame through thousands of years. My great-great-grandmother, Lysaria. The Moon Goddess. The Silver Scroll Elders.

she said, turning to us, “I believe that the queen is a special kind of Lycan.” “What do you mean?” Eros was quick to ask. “According to history, every true Lycan is blessed with a special gift from the moon goddess,” she explained. “And from what I witnessed that day, as well as my investigations, I have cause to believe that the queen is a siphon Lycan.” I blinked, confused. “What is that?” “A Lycan who has the ability to tap into various abilities and use them in their most powerful form.” “A siphon requires an object to wield such power,” Lucius stated, question in his voice.

- I say. Lucy sits next to me showing me her hairy pussy, I can see her putting 2 fingers inside. I can’t resist and I slap her hand and I spit on my fingers and shove them inside of her. I can hear her moan. She cries my name asking me if she’s allowed to come. “No” - I say. She cries out loud my name disobeying me. “Stand up” they both do, they know what’s coming. “Against my desk” and they both move to my desk supporting their stomach and their tits.