Pokephilia Fanfic Novels & Stories

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Dominic's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I groaned in pain, feeling like a thousand fucking needles were stabbing every inch of my body.

I walk her up two flights of stairs to my personal room, the young Phoenix shifter fast asleep in my arms, as naked as the day she was born, but she was Absolutely perfect, from the freckle on a hip to the small spot that appeared on her forehead. I would be proud to call her mine, but something tells me she doesn't feel the way that we do, that she doesn't know what the bond is. whilst I have no problem teaching her, I'm not sure the others would feel the same way they have never been as patient as I am. I know that most of them decided a long time ago that they didn't want to Mate, Leaving me with the task of trying to convince them.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Her muscles ached, her body felt heavy, and her mind was foggy from the intensity of their night together. Grace struggled to sit up, her body protesting every movement. Her skin was marked with love bites and the remnants of their passionate encounters. She glanced over at Noah, who was still asleep beside her, his face serene and content. Despite her exhaustion, she felt a deep satisfaction and a sense of belonging she had never known before.

I’d spotted it weeks ago near Topanga and bought it on impulse because it reminded me of him. Tomorrow was our engagement party, the official merging of Woodhills and Stormbane packs under one united front. But tonight could just be ours. “He’s going to lose it,” I murmured, resting my forehead briefly against the steering wheel. Tyler cried at everything. Military reunion videos. Emotional movie scenes. One time he watched wedding vows on YouTube and had to pretend he had allergies afterward. God, I loved that about him. The way his tough Alpha image cracked over little things that mattered.

Third Person's POV At that moment, Pheisar moved. His eyes looked crazed, like a beast on the verge of a total breakdown. His pheromones spiraled completely out of control; the scent of cedar turned razor-sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. He let out a visceral roar at the two figures on the bed. "Who gave you permission to touch her?! You animal, I'll tear you apart!" He swung, his fist slamming into Jeffrey's face with a sickening crack.

Violet had never seen her this happy over a meal before. " No, that one’s for Mom. But this is for you." He placed a Pokémon shaped pancake in front of Aria and gently set the heart shaped egg in front of Violet, smiling as he did. Violet didn’t know why such a small gesture made her heart race. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had cooked for her like this. The warmth of it all settled quietly in her chest. "Wow! How did you know I love Pokémon?" He smiled at her warmly and replied.

Turning, I smile seeing Phoenix jump on Thaddeus as he and Ophelia walk in side by side, when I hear Jyrki's voice, "Mate." "What?" Raven asks, when I turn to see Jyrki staring at Ophelia who looks stunned. "I let Liliana heal the bond, I, she's my mate," Jyrki answers with a slight growl as Ophelia smirks. "Oh, this will be fun," Ophelia's voice sounds excited and playful.

Thought Phedra Elizabeth to herself. "Or maybe I read so many stories that I'm paranoid." Phedra Elizabeth gently touched her cheek with a strong slap. It's true to accept the shameless arrangement of the superiors." "Normally fantasy games come across powerful, dynamic systems? No response. This is fine. Jailbreak." Is the concept of those who are passionate about love stories. [Requires the owner to complete the character.] "Nothing has appeared yet, if not every day I see it as if having intercourse with the gods. Talking through brain waves." Quietly thinking, ignoring the words that were going around in his head.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Unspoken Words Phera POV: The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I stretched, feeling the delicious ache in my muscles from last night’s activities. My mates had been relentless in their passion, making sure I knew just how much they loved and valued me but how they would punish me as well. The thought of the spanking I had received last night had me blushing. Who would have thought I was into spanking not to mention the whole degradation thing. It was a night filled with pleasure and connection, but now, as I shifted in bed, I couldn’t help but wince at the soreness. But, fuck, it was fan-fucking-tatstic