Rarity Scream の小説・ストーリー

"Powerful Alphas always have she-wolves around them—it's perfectly normal. Honestly, compared to others, Ethan is quite loyal to you." "You should have a few more pups. No matter who he has out there, you'll always be the Luna of the Silvercrest pack." The Silvercrest pack's Alpha bloodline had always borne only one heir per generation. If that pup were to die prematurely, the Pack would be left without a successor. If I had another pup—regardless of gender—the Pack's elders wouldn't allow it even if Ethan tried to get rid of me. But this was reality. I couldn't harm myself for the sake of short-term advantage.

I screamed. _________

"Hey prevent it. Godzilla vs Gamera this dream team aggregate ought to be left for dreams." "I do not care. I may want to infrequently hassle with this bitch. I simply do not need my blood to be sucked. Once my type will become completely human, it might be a whole waste of effort, if my blood has been sucked." "As if anybody might suck yours! As an exalted True Original, I will in no way suck the blood of a faux like you!!" "...True Original? No way, are you serious!?" Trisha become giggling so tough her shoulders shook.

Without screaming, she was incapable of anything else. "Do you understand, little bird? SAY IT." He commanded. And unlike other days, Scar couldn't think of anything else and screamed, "YES, YES, YES, I AM YOURS ONLY! MY EVERY HOLE BELONGS TO YOU ONLY!" Her confession satisfied his possessiveness as he fucked her harder in both holes. Scar moaned in a loss. The pleasure was too much for her little mind as tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her only free hole was also busy screaming his name. He kept his promise by existing in her each hole!

“My… scent? What are you talking about?” He took a small step closer. My whole body went tense. Every hair stood on end. It wasn’t fear. It was something else. Something wild and awake and screaming inside me. “You’re not a Beta,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “What are you?”

Situations where being trapped together leads to inevitable touching. G: Growling That Vibrates Through You, Group Dynamics Packs/Harems, Glowing During Climax Sounds that resonate in your bones and make you clench. Multiple partners in pack or harem arrangements. Eyes, skin, or markings that light up during pleasure. H: Heat Cycles, Horns As Handles, Hybrid Anatomy, Hypnotic Thrall, Hard Dominance Biological imperatives that make mating urgent and desperate. Gripping horns for leverage. Bodies that combine human and creature features. Mind control that makes resistance impossible. Dominance that doesn't negotiate.

The kind only elite bloodlines carry. The caption is brutally simple. Found my True Mate. I hit post. Set down my phone. Wait. It takes exactly four minutes for Moonstone Pack's internal forum to detonate. Messages flood my notifications. Comments pile up so fast the app lags. What's going on? That doesn't look like Alpha Asher's hand. What's that tattoo? Rhea, what are you doing? Consorting with outsiders? Delete this fast. Alpha Asher will kill you. Is this a joke? Please tell me this is a joke.

Never let dogs smell fear! The hungry look on these men’s faces as their eyes run over my practically naked body makes it obvious that they smell my fear, and they fucking love it. I look around the room, thinking that I’ve never seen so much leather, facial hair, and tattoos in such a small space. I try to find a friendly face, but they’re all looking at me like they want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck the living hell out of me.

~ ~ ASTRID ~ ~ The scream that tore through my mind wasn’t my own, yet it ripped through me, raw and primal. It was an ancient, echoing grief, a fury that curdled my blood. My mating mark, already searing, pulsed with an angry, malignant red. The entire hall seemed to tilt, the faces around me blurring into distorted masks. Blood! They took my blood! The voice howled again, alien and terrifying, a resonance so deep it threatened to shatter my sanity.