Raw Cravings Novels & Stories

Vivian. My instincts take over, and I’m running before I can think, vaulting the low fence in one leap. The kitchen window’s lit, curtains yanked back, and I see her—on the floor, her hands clawing at the tile, her hazel eyes wide with panic. But that’s not what stops me. It’s the thing at the window. A creature, hunched and massive, its fur matted and dark, yellow eyes glowing with a hunger that makes my hackles rise. Not a wolf, not fully—something twisted, feral, a rogue that’s been hunting on the fringes of pack lands for years. And it’s found her.

“I love you… I need you.” I moved down to his lap, straddling him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him. I broke away, moving along his jaw, kissing my way to his chin. My mouth left hot, wet trails along his cool skin, and I felt his body respond, as his hands gripped me to him, and he moaned. I moved my mouth to his ear, whispering into it, as I could feel him harden. “Fuck me Rhayden. I don’t want you to make love. I can get love from Abe. I need feral, rough, crazy—make me scream.”

Hands shaking. And then...Something inside him snapped. It started in his chest, his ribs expanding, cracking open with sickening pops as his spine arched, vertebrae stretching. His skin split in thin glowing lines that pulsed like molten silver before his fur burst through. His scream was not human. It echoed across the battlefield like a demon being born. Muscle stacked over bone, growing, shifting. His arms elongated, claws ripping through his fingertips like blades of midnight steel. His jaw cracked open wider than it should’ve, teeth lengthening into perfect, deadly fangs.

Snacks: Almonds (10 only), green juice, cucumber slices. No sugar. No dairy. No gluten. No fruit. No joy. “This will trim you. Sharpen your silhouette. You have the potential to be unforgettable, Miss Everett, but only if you give everything. This world, this industry, does not reward softness.” My chest tightened. “I understand,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady.

Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

while I tried to remember if I had left the oven on. My current date, a fitness influencer named Jax who had more teeth than personality, was currently explaining the benefits of raw liver smoothies. "It’s all about the ancestral nutrients, Sera," Jax said, flashing a blindingly white smile. "Gives you that primal edge." "Primal," I repeated, swirling my glass of sparkling water. "Fascinating. I usually just go for a double espresso, but I suppose pulverized organs are an option too."

“Let her eat. The pup needs to be fed correctly. You will need to eat lots of red meat to keep your strength up.” “Okay,” I start eating because it smell amazing and I am starving. “Have you been ill in the mornings?” Crystal asks. “No, just hungry all the time,” I tell her, taking another huge bite. “I told Tina about your condition, she will make sure there are protein bars and fresh meats around. Less chicken and pork, more beef, reindeer, and salmon,” Crystal tells me clearly. “So you are taking over my life?” I ask, confused. Who is the bitch talking to?

“If you stay, you’re not just my babysitter anymore. You belong to me. Your time. Your body. Your pleasure. All of it. I will use you whenever I want, however I want. And I won’t be gentle.” My breath hitched. My pussy throbbed painfully at his words. He leaned down, bringing his face close to mine, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered: “And the first time I fuck you… it won’t be sweet. It’ll be raw. Deep. Filthy. I’m going to stretch that tight little pussy until you’re crying my name.” I let out a shaky whimper, my hands fisting the couch cushion. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

“Say whatever you want to say. But don't stop me from asking questions. This is all new to me too.” This part of me… I wasn't entirely happy about it. But Kate was here to pull me out of depression. I would be fine. Kate beamed. “Good. so, the story?” I nodded with feigned interest. “The pregnancy gave the woman the worst cravings… raw meat, and running under moonlight. Sound familiar yet?” I snorted. “Raw meat? I thought the hospital food was just extra disgusting.” Kate raised an eyebrow. “And why would it be like that?”

“Miss Susan, where do you keep the condoms?” Caleb asked. I scoffed, glancing over my shoulder as I stared at him. “I want you all to go raw,” I purred with a husky, needy voice. “It has been a long time since anyone fucked me raw, so I need you to fill this old holes with your cums.” I added, my words dripping with lust. To the three boys, the thought of fucking a mature, experienced pussy raw excited them to the core. Their cocks twitched visibly while Caleb’s dick continued to drip with precum.