Milked Males Novels & Stories

But I do what my body demands and begin kissing one of her nipples, then playing with the other, rolling her little numb with my thumb and finger. There’s no rule book on how three rather dominant males can share one female. It’s something we swore we’d never do until we had our mate so it wasn’t like we had practice. There was no way we could let on how nervous we in fact were, not to mention how timid she is … it's only making it worse. When she moans and none of us know who caused it, it's like a race for us to do more and get another one out of her.

"That's not possible. I'm a man. Men don't..." "Omegas do. Male omegas produce slick when they're aroused. When they're near their Alpha. When their body wants to be claimed." Daemon's fingers circled his entrance through the fabric, and Kai whimpered. "And you're producing so much. Your body is desperate for me." "Please..."

The knowledge that she wore nothing underneath the thin material, that I only had to take the shirt off to see her completely bare, made my breathing speed up. Holding my breath, I slipped my hand underneath the material to test her reaction. Devrim started speaking again which confused me for a few minutes because I couldn’t remember what we were talking about. “Panthers have more than one female mate,” he said. “Usually, a male has up to five females. In our case, it will be the opposite.” I looked at him and waited for him to continue. “You will have three males. I know that it is not something humans do, but since you are attracted to all of us, I think that it won’t be a problem for us.

The rhythm built. Emily released her breasts, letting them hang heavy and dripping. She squeezed them herself now—firm, deliberate milking motions that sent white streams jetting forward. Milk hit Daniel’s open mouth in arcs; some splashed across Marcus’s upturned face where he licked at her thighs. The men’s hands moved lower—Daniel’s fingers sliding into her pussy from the front, curling deep; Marcus’s thick digits joining from behind, stretching her wider. Four fingers plunged in tandem—alternating thrusts, scissoring, filling her until the wet squelch echoed in the quiet room. She squirted suddenly—hard, unexpected—clear fluid mixing with milk as her body convulsed between them. Thighs s

He sat on it first, and then he put Talia to sit on his lap. His arms circles around Talia and he was cutting the sausage into bite-sized pieces while explaining, "When female goes into heat, the mated couple starts with a chase. Any unmated male who dares to come close is considered a challenger. Once that phase is over and the female is ready, the male takes her to a place where they can have privacy and he will take care of her every need and want until her heat is over… and forever." He poked a piece of sausage on a fork and held it in front of her mouth.

I ask . He starts whistling while avoiding my gaze . " So it does doesn't it ? " I'm surprised to say the least . " It doesn't . Because females are usually claimed the very day that they meet their mate . " Michael says uncomfortably . My mouth makes an ' Oh ' shape and I choose to remain silent . So it's okay for the males to force themselves upon females if they aren't marked ? And apparently this doesn't happen because they mark them on the first day . That seems kind of -

The dilemma became how to introduce a strong male gene strain into the A****n breeding population. What this meant for the now useless breeding males was yet another horror to contemplate. My future involved walking the nearly impossible line between the 'masculine' traits they were looking for without the aggression the A****n's responded negatively to. I knew I was too aggressive and my survival was mainly through the efforts of Katrina.

Dire-turtle and mountain-root elixir—a dense, dark marrow broth intended to rapidly accelerate an alpha's testosterone levels, vitality, and tracking virility. The old matriarch beamed, personally ladling the steaming essence into his silver bowl. "No warrior ever suffered a drop in dominance from maintaining a surplus of physical power. My own claws monitored the hearth for three hours to extract these properties. A harmonious blood-bond is forged on the physical alignment of the beasts, as your ancestors well knew." Selith, too young to comprehend the mating rituals of the high wolves, merely sniffed the heavy steam and returned his fangs to his own raw venison.