Man In A Beasts World Novels & Stories

I stared dead ahead, ignoring Claw's comment. "Sheesh . . . the guys said you were antisocial, but I didn't realize you were a deaf-mute," he continued to ramble on. "Shut your yappin', we've got company," I gruffed, witnessing two tall figures step out from between the shipment containers. We ventured into the downpour, getting soaked to our skin within seconds. "We're here to see a guy named Beast," a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain.

At the same time, he turned his gaze to the other eager beast groups and said, "Don't worry, everyone. You all have participated in the battle with me, so you can naturally enjoy this kind of treatment." After hearing this, the entire group of beasts boiled with excitement. Beasts were different from others. Although they were strong, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky for them to cultivate. Many beasts cultivated to a certain degree, and they could even transform into human beings to suppress the heavenly law. And their goal was to be more suitable to cultivate like humans. "Thank you for your kindness, King of Beasts. We are extremely grateful to you." Samuel smiled and let all the

Melvin reported after taking a closer look at the corpses. “Melvin, you need to give me reliable information. Did a human or an animal cause their death? We ought to present strong proof regarding this case. Something this strange occurred in our city, we deserve answers. Furthermore, we must identify what sort of deranged person or beast we are involved with.” Alvin said to his partner with fear in his eyes. All the monster talk seemed terrible, and he wanted to get out of the woods this instant.

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

Both swivelled to watch the darkness bleed across the face of the city like some heliotropic plague that eclipsed the sun and threatened to plunge the world in a cocoon of near blackness. People had begun to close up shop, wooden boards drawn over stall windows, cart fulls of produce drawn away by severely whipped donkeys, mothers amok snatching their babes while orphans frolicked out in the open fields naked as day with tongues lolling out of their mouths waiting for the free shower.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

his voice was thick and he puffed the smoke in her direction his lips curved into a smile and it could be seen from the mask? ‘Who was this mysterious man and why what does he wants from her?’ she stood there without Altering a word and he called out an unfamiliar name. Another second didn't intervene when the guy in question walked in. “Yes lord,” He bowed slightly to him, and the man signaled him to tie Ashley up. He was all built, tall, and masculed. She wonders where they find all these creatures, from. Her heart raised in fear as she watched this move closer to her, but she was not as scared of him, as she was of the masked man.

I gag. Suddenly, the creature collapses forward on two feet. And standing there, where the beast was seconds ago, is a man. Naked. His body is slick with sweat and rain, blood streaking down his sides. But the water quickly washes him clean. My gaze flicks downward. Unconsciously. I can't help it. He’s aroused. Thick. Hard. Bold. I inhale sharply, my throat suddenly tight. “Are you alright?” he asks. His voice is deep. Low. Concerned. Gentle, but laced with authority. A leader’s voice.

I groaned, pulled out, and slammed right back into her, claiming the only pussy I wanted for the rest of my life. “God, you’re a beast!” She took the sharp invasion of my cock. “Yes. This beast is yours.” I drew back and thrust in, hitting to the hilt. And then I pounded back in fast and steady. “Don’t even fucking look away or close your eyes. Watch them as they pleasure themselves.” Those people had been there for almost half an hour, switching places, and the woman was sweating, satisfied, and not nearly worn out. And this was something that turned us both on.