Shifter Erotica Novels & Stories

Nick says. I take a deep breath. If they have something I can use to know some more about who I am then why not. I'm gunna die anyway right. "My name is sienna. I'm here because i slipped from one of the ledges when i was climbing down. Ive been like this in a "morph shift" as you said, for about half an hour. When i first heard you."

His tongue circled my swollen clit with firm, perfect pressure, sending sharp sparks of pleasure racing through my body and making my knees feel weak. I gripped the handrail tightly behind me, my legs beginning to tremble. Marcus groaned softly against my sensitive flesh as he explored every inch of me with his mouth. He pushed two thick fingers inside my tight heat, curling them slowly while his tongue continued its relentless rhythm on my clit. The combination was devastating. Heat flooded through me in heavy, rolling waves, making my thighs shake and my breathing turn shallow.

She shouts, her skin darkening with each word. That's when I realised that she was about to shift, that we would see her other form for the first time all because we made her angry, We had taken her to a point where she couldn't control the shift. Where her body was taking over and the other part of her wanted out, the site was breathtaking, her skin being swapped for feathers, each one the colour fire. she was much larger than I would have thought, her red eyes staring back, daring us to make a move against her. but none of did, We simply watched her in awe. Dumb struck by her beauty.

The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away. He hadn’t noticed me. He was too lost in his own pleasure. My breathing deepened. The guilt I had felt earlier dissolved, replaced by a rush of heat between my legs. Without thinking, I slipped my right hand into my panties, feeling the damp lace cling to me. My left arm stayed braced against the wall, but my left hand rose to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I shut my eyes briefly, letting the sensations spread through me, the slow circles over my clit, the sharp tug of my nipple. When I opened them again, Bruno was still stroking himself, stil

She could only nod, her body trembling, on the verge of shattering. “Good,” he said, a cruel, triumphant smile playing on his lips. He turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. The intense, pulsing vibrations assaulted her, a relentless, overwhelming force that stole her breath and made her vision swim. The coil inside her snapped. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering wave of pleasure that left her gasping and limp. She cried out, a raw, helpless sound that echoed in the quiet car. As the train began to slow, the automated announcement for her stop echoed through the car. He simply switched off the vibrator and smiled.

she uttered, mistakenly. He stood up and walked close to her, with his cock pointing at her. She moved back as he did. Until she was close to her bed, then he gently pushed her shoulders, and she sat on the bed. She was deeply into it, her clit was throbbing so hard that she didn’t want to resist getting fucked. Her nipples were so hard and point. He splayed her legs apart, shifting her wet panties to the side, he used his finger to circle her folds in a slow teasing manner. Then he moved her panties down to her knees, and raised her legs, putting them on his shoulders.

Pleasure coiled tight; my thighs trembled. They switched. Alex knelt behind, cock nudging my entrance. He pushed in slowly, the stretch fierce. I gasped, palms slapping the mattress. Elliot knelt in front, fed me his cock. I opened wide, took him deep. Wet sounds filled the room as Alex thrust steady, hips snapping forward. Elliot fucked my mouth—gentle at first, then deeper. Spit dripped down my chin; tears pricked my eyes from the fullness at both ends.

I feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of oblivion, and he’s holding me back, taunting me with my own desire. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stops the vibrator. I cry out in frustration, my body aching for release. But he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he replaces the vibrator with a dildo, thrusting it deep inside me, mimicking the motion of his cock. He watches me carefully as he does this, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Logan tasted the ramen he had that morning on his tongue and realised he was going to throw up, but his legs still pushed forward hoping that somehow, he had all of a sudden developed schizophrenia. The bedroom door was slightly open, with clothes sprawled at the entrace, they were women's clothes. Then he saw them—Jared, naked and a woman straddling him, bouncing on and off his dick. For a moment, Logan just stood there. He felt frozen, as if his brain refused to accept what his eyes were seeing. Throwing his head to the side, Jared looked towards the door, his eyes widening. “Logan—” Logan didn’t wait to hear whatever excuse he was about to give. He turned and walked out, slamming the door

Yum. He caught me looking at him as I licked my lips, my eyes roaming the planes of his muscles, ready to feast on him all over again. Goddess, this man makes me crazy. “Stop eye fucking me little wolf,” he purrs, standing up as he pulls his trousers down, giving me a show. My gaze drops to his thick long rod so long and brown my own salted caramel popsicle stick. “We can shift after … I can see you want me,” I added as seductively as I could, batting my lashes as I stepped closer, my fingers trailing his body once more before my hand wraps around his shaft. He throbs before me and my core knots as I slide my hand up and down. When I gaze into his eyes, desire burns fiercely within them. Per