Sexy Furries Novels & Stories

"Then let's start with that boy. I am Ferox, cruelty incarnate. My domain is filled with carcasses and a river of blood. Crimson is what I see when I hunt. A body filled with barbaric power, able to slay giants with one swipe. My arms, an ever-changing weapon, are hungry for the blood of my victim. Can you see it boy, sitting on a throne of bones, waiting for the time for his next hunt?" An image slowly appeared inside my head. A majestic and cruel person, he sits on his throne bored waiting for his next hunt, his body full of scars, muscular and full of barbaric aura. He slowly opened his eyes and grinned. His crimson eyes glowed in excitement, as I saw his presence. "HAHAHA! It seems you c

I rolled my eyes mentally as I manage to cry like this is the last day of my life. They are 6 feet tall as their skin started to decay, where you can see an almost skinless werewolf. They have this very stinky smell like a corpse. I didn’t even puke because I was already used to this kind of encounter. “Grrr…Growl” I acted innocent as they look at each other nodding. I grimace as I can read their minds clearly. “She’s a human. An additional victim, maybe her blood is unique.” The other werewolf rogue speaks.

he murmurs as the doors lock behind us and he backs us to a corner, his hands already forcing me down, "you know what I want." I do. He always desires it. Each member of Darius's pack has individual demands and desires. Their peculiarities and cruelty. I've had almost two years to organize them all in my mind. Felix has some basic. A blowjob in the lift, a fuck in his car, a more intense fuck against the door of his apartment as his hand was around my throat, and when he's feeling really at ease, he reaches for his toys. The discomfort then begins.

I scanned the booklet, trying to understand the different seductive characters, but the random photos of men and women only confused me even more. "I'm not that familiar with those terms. Can you explain them to me? And who are these people in the photos?" I asked, closing the booklet and looking back at James. "Sure, let me break it down for you," he said, leaning forward. "The Siren is basically the femme fatale who can lure anyone through her image and craftiness. If you are a Siren, you are highly sexual and you know it. Your confidence should radiate erotic energy wherever you go. The Siren is the ultimate male sexual fantasy. You'll be a tease, and they should please," he explained.

He muffled my cries with his mouth again and when he brought his lips to my ear it was to whisper ''Keep screaming like that and you'll bring the entire frat party into this room to find out what's going on and for some reason, I don't want you to be discovered half dressed. I started to apologise but it only ended in a moan as he bit the tip of my ear and then kissed it. My chest was still bare so that when he shifted slightly, I could feel the cold breeze against the warm skin that had been tortured by his lips, teeth and tongue. My whole body was on fire, I was feeling things I had never felt before. He trailed kisses back up again to find my lips plunching the tip of his tongue into my m

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

Our Lycan form moved with an elegant grace, our powerful muscles rippling beneath our sleek fur. I, a beautiful she-wolf, possessed a fur of auburn and gold, accentuated by streaks of white that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. My lithe form glided effortlessly through the forest. Eyes gleaming with a fierce determination and a spark of untamed wildness. Close behind, Killian, a magnificent alpha male, exuded an undeniable aura of dominance and strength. His fur, a mix of deep ebony and silver-gray, hinted at his lineage and the power he held within. Every movement he made was precise and deliberate, his stature commanding respect and obedience.

—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility. "The Furry Ones?" Grog asked, taking a bite of the cream puff. "My scouts smell them. Wet dog. Expensive leather. Very rude scent." "They're coming through the main drainage outflow," Jack said. "Valerius sent his vanguard. These aren't just wolves, Grog. They're purebloods. Fast, strong, and they heal instantly." Grog grunted, wiping cream from his chin. He walked over to a large, rusted wheel valve on the wall. "Strong heals. Fast runs. But can they swim in... the Soup?"

Fur erupted forth violently, coarse and shimmering from each burst of contraction as though it were hatched from gas-dense blood. My fingers stretched into a savage set of claws; my teeth became scissors to shear whatever flesh stood in the way of my rights. My senses pierced through the air: Finn's surprise, the race of beat, the faint aroma of sweat radiating from his skin. I towered over him in my Lycan form, my furious living scarlet eyes drowned into his face. My aura became heavier, an unspoken dictum that he cowered before me.