Shifter Erotica Novels & Stories

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

and as if our bodies haven’t just fucked and been fucked beyond any normal capabilities, I suddenly relish in the fact that you’ve got to fucking love shifter stamina. And just like that, we dive right into round number two.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

I whispered, which may not have been exactly true just then, but I knew what Shelly wanted to hear. "Mmmm ... Bobby." She hugged me even tighter, smiling as she rocked her cock into my ass like we had all the time in the world. And we sort of did, being Sunday morning like it was, and I didn't even bother looking at the clock. I just closed my eyes, trying my best not to feel ashamed of being fucked by a beautiful shemale, and concentrated on the pleasure of being jerked off. The other pleasure, the sensation of her cockhead kissing my prostate, was one I didn't want to think about. Like the heat that was building deep between my thighs. The soft contractions of my asshole clasped around She

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."

“You are so full of yourself and think so highly of yourself that I feel like we shall handle this right now. Shift.” Shannon paled and shook her head. “No.” “I said fucking shift.” We screamed together, and Shannon dropped to her knees. She had no way to fight against my command. And this time, I used my full power to demand her to shift. She writhed on the ground and her eyes grew wide as fur danced down her skin. I watched as her shift took over until she laid panting at my feet.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Knees weak, breath short, pussy squeezing my fingers like it was mad it wasn’t getting the real thing. I ain’t look away. Ain’t stop. Just stood in the shadows fingering myself stupid to their nasty show, heat building till I felt like I’d blow. This wasn’t watching no more. This was me taking what the fuck I wanted, the pleasure, power, zero shame. Every drop.

After the three of them eventually left, I noticed something strange. Ever since Kael had given my body that medicine, I could no longer move far from it. A dangerous thought took shape in my mind. Was that why I was trapped here? Was my body the anchor holding me in this world? If I could erase every trace of myself from the shifter realm, would I finally be able to return home? That night, while I was still trying to figure out how to touch my own body, Fenrir came in carrying a jug of liquor. He stood beside my bed for a long time, staring down at me.

Childhood sweetheart seen wearing disputed diamond bracelet. Ethan called over and over. I ignored him. Then the messages started. [Pay the bill now.] [You humiliated me in front of everyone.] [Bianca's parents only took two seats. Did you have to be this cruel?] I replied to the last one. [From today on, stop spending my money.] Then I blocked him. That afternoon, the Bellmans were escorted to the resort lobby. Their first-class return tickets had been voided with the payment authorization. Bianca's mother finally lost control. "You said your fiancee loved you. You said everything was covered. Now we don't even have rooms. Where are we supposed to sleep?"