Milked Males Novels & Stories

The males surged forward, their eyes burning with raw hunger. "Don't you dare," Daemonikai barked, his voice a thunderclap of authority. "Control it! All of you!" Their grand king’s forced restraint warred against his urge to mate, a force stronger than nature itself. Cries of pain and frustration rose, muscles strained, and bodies trembled. Then came the moment Daemonikai dreaded most. He opened his senses further, inhaling deeply. Two of the males were in a rut. Urekai alphas only entered a rut for females they cared deeply for. Out of all these males, two had formed a bond with this girl.

“They are, huh? Tell me why you think that.” “They are sex-starved for their mates all the time. Males are prepared to draw blood if other males even glance at their females. They need their females’ scent all over them and can’t stand it when it fades. Most of the mated males always use at least one of their work breaks to go visit their female to hug and rub up against them.” He sighed loudly. “I know I’ll do that. I am already addicted to how good you smell.” It was hard to smother a laugh. He melted her heart. “Lots of sex and touching doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

"Macho men are the easiest to tame. They are mostly in control of everything, so when one thing escapes their control, they want to figure it out." She shrugs. "So, a one-night stand was enough for you to make him want to ‘figure you out’?" "Well, it depends on the sex." She smiles and pulls out a vial from her bag. "I like my men buff, with nice mummy milkers." "'Mummy milkers?'" I repeat—that’s not a term you hear every day. "You know, pecs." "Then just say that!" "Nope, you'll understand when you use this on your Alpha; they are mummy milkers. I wanna trademark that, but I’ll probably forget everything by tomorrow."

“We have an instinctual understanding, both of our own position within the pack by rank and by dominance within the rank. Alphas and betas are usually male, and they tend to be stronger, faster, and more aggressive in their behaviours – all attributes that exist to enable us to procreate successfully.” “Where the biological imperative to breed is denied, we become especially aggressive,” he was getting into dangerous territory, and he could see her expression hardening, her eyes narrowing, her mind focusing on her response and not on the content of his words. “Instinct tells us that if we are not f-king, it must be due to a shortage of females, in which case, other males, other alphas and be

They still needed men to make babies. “They have husbands?” “No, not husbands. Nothing like that. They don’t like men hanging around the palace. No, they just ship in some studs every couple of months. Quite wild goings on, so I hear. Never been invited myself.” “These studs, they’re just used for sex?” “Milked dry and then sent home. It’s fluids they want.” All things considered, it sounded fairly benign. Then again, I didn’t know what ‘milking’ entailed. Frankly, I didn’t want to know.

"I have seen it happen. Even with wolves of the same gender. What else is on your mind?" "Why do unmated men look at me like I'm an alien?" I blurted out. Heat rushed to my face as I thought about all the unwanted stares. Runa didn't laugh. She stayed perfectly composed. "Unmated males are weak to the pull of any single female, especially when it is warm and your scent is heavy," she said. A small, knowing smirk played on her lips. "That part of the 'Art of Seductive Persuasion' is actually true. It is wolf perfume."

“Do not disclose that I gave you multiples. They shall all want to try it for themselves.” He smirked, his face still streaked with remnants of blue and green, “Hardly. Unlike your former Alpha, bedding your sisters is not my inclination.” “How does a male achieve multiples?” Janka questioned, her interest piqued. “Simple,” a voice cut in from behind Rowan, “he goes hard, he releases his seed, he regains his strength, and he releases again. The cycle continues as long as a willing partner remains or until he runs dry. Though the latter is significantly less enjoyable.”

Sharlot. "Fuck me from the back. And make sure you do it right this time. You know exactly how I like it." I explained to him. Bending on the wall of his cottage. He pushed his minimum dick, that hardly fit in my wet pussy. For a feral wolf, he couldn't fuck to save his life, but I needed him, and the information he was about to give, and let's not forget how I like fucking anyone that can get an erection. I wasn't an addict, no, that would be absolutely ridiculous.

Chapter 37 – Grace Vultures, that’s how the desperate males acted as soon as they see a lone she-wolf rushing to cross the veil of the Run. Like a carcass in the dessert, the moment the males scent a female, the descend on her and fight to mate her. As soon as a male inserts himself inside her, the others back away knowing that she-wolf has been claimed. I feel pity for the poor girls, every fiber of my being wanting to run back and save them but that would lead me to being claimed if I am not careful.

week today?” I nodded, “Yeah. We asked Brenna and Ity to come out and stay so the pup can be fed.” Adrien furrowed his brow, “Have you milked mom out yet?” I shook my head, “I didn’t know if she would let me.” Adrien smiled, “Milking the infected milk out is the fastest way to get mom to take care of her pup. Let me try.” We all went out to garage, and mom walked to Adrien. Adrien was quiet for a moment, and she laid on her side, while her mate sat diligently by her side. I petted him while Adrien milked all of the infected milk out. When he was done, he petted the wolf’s mate, “I’ll come back in couple hours. One more milking, and we should be able to pair them back up.” I smiled, “I hope