Monster Musume Papi Novels & Stories

When Alpha and Luna Papadopoulos come around, Luna Papadopoulos takes my hands in her own warm, nurturing ones and says, "It is lovely to meet you, Luna." "Oh, please, call me Brigette. It's lovely to meet you as well," I say. She continues to hold my hands. "I've heard so much about you and your family." "Ah, yes. A big family always needs their mother, but I am glad we managed to escape this time. You are so beautiful, like my sister. Doesn't she look like Leda?" Her Alpha—a greying, bearded man—nods and congratulates us both.

The way she looked at me and smiled at me, was as if I was her favorite person in the world. Plus, she has been insistent on calling me, Moon Princess. Then there was the fact that it seemed like every time I turned around, she was there. Even when I was pretty sure she was supposed to be in the clinic. Last night we just got in a few warriors that had been outside the borders checking out something. Supposedly they had heard something that sounded like a child’s cry. After getting permission to investigate, a four-wolf squad went outside to find out what was going on.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

I blinked back, hopefully stumbling on the Morse code for pls pls pls don’t eat me. “I don’t want to assume, but the eyes look like yours, and . . .” I hadn’t seen him in his wolf form properly the last time, but I couldn’t remember him being this large. I was still disoriented, which would explain why I was feeling kind of afraid. I stood frozen, eyes shut, as I said a prayer in my mind hoping that I wouldn’t get a front view of my abdomen being eaten. But then something soft and damp poked me in the hip. I cracked one eyelid open, and there it was: a muzzle, pressing against my skin. Pushing gently, but firmly. Like he was herding me. Back inside the room.