Shifter Erotica Novels & Stories

The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her. She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some relief. The ache was getting stronger. Her nipples hardened against her bra, rubbing with every breath. She glanced around at the other students. They were all taking notes or looking at the board. No one was paying attention to her. For a second, she considered slipping her hand under her skirt right there in the back row. She could rub her clit quickly, just enough to take the edge off. But the risk was too high. Someone could turn around at any moment and see her. The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and sta

She lifted her head then moved to prop herself up, though her blindfold fell off I didn’t need it anymore. She gave off the hottest little grunts as she met my thrusts, and there was no telling who was fucking who. Female shifters rarely want to dominate a male, they get off on being a submissive little tease. They certainly don’t give as soon in bed as they get, not in my experience. “More,” she cried out, only spurring me on. I began to slowly pull out and thrust back in, pushing myself in so damn far she had to be feeling me in her belly. Out … in. Out … in.

Then, I shifted again, lifting her onto all fours , my hands roaming to squeeze and caress as I pounded relentlessly. The room filled with our shared heat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I kept going, relentless and hot, driving her wild with every position change,flipping her to straddle me, her riding me hard while I gripped her ass, guiding her movements; then back to me on top, pinning her legs wide for maximum depth. She was trembling on the edge, her body a live wire, and I leaned in, whispering, 'Come for me, baby, let it all go.' That pushed her over, waves of intense pleasure crashing through her, her screams echoing as I followed, my own release explosive and all-consuming.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes smoldered and her lips rounded into a beautiful 'O' perfect for? "You've got to be kidding me. You have a boner!" An unfortunate aspect to the life of a shifter: nakedness, because clothes were such fragile, easily lost items. Rule number five in the guy shifter hand book, though? Unless you can do something about it, pretend you don't see the erect evidence. Ignoring his wildly inappropriate hard on ? her fault, she turned him on after all in the first place ? he forged ahead. "There is nothing wrong with a virile male showing appreciation of a pleasing female form in the most visible compliment available."

His hands fisted the sheets, looking at me from the side with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. I growled down at the shifter, burying myself deep inside of him. Otto's back arched, wings fluttering as he mewled in pleasure. The need to have him close skyrocketed seeing how hard he was squirming without any movement. I wrapped my arms beneath his, bringing his body flush against mine as I started slowly but roughly rocking my hips into him.

But this is the King of the Shifters, what can I offer him? “Strength, Companionship, Sex… Very pleasurable sex… Lots of pleasurable sex…” “Clara!…” I exclaim at her purred words, however, Clara just continues to purr in my head as she replays what he had done to us earlier that morning and adds some of her exotic fantasies. I feel my body and cheeks start to heat from the memory making me cover my face even though there is no one here but me. I then sigh as what happened this morning between us was all one-sided,

Each thrust becomes rougher and deeper than the last. The more aggressive I become, the more she seems to like it. The woman on my bed is no longer the cheeky, snarky Sarah I got to know; she's an absolute mess, eager to be destroyed. I let go of her right hip, still holding her down, and slide my hand to her breast. I move my hips as if my life depended on it while my finger captures her nipple and twists it, eliciting a loud moan from the gorgeous cat shifter.

Perfect. I took him then, guiding him into me with a slow, deliberate roll of my hips. He cried out, his head slamming back against the headboard, his fingers biting into my skin. I set a punishing rhythm, using him, taking my own pleasure from the friction, from the power of watching him come completely undone beneath me. His eyes were glazed, his lips parted, every ounce of his formidable fox-shifter focus narrowed to the point where our bodies joined. When his climax ripped through him, he buried his face in my neck to muffle his shout, his body convulsing beneath mine. I followed him over the edge, my own release a cold, clinical ripple compared to the storm that wracked him.

Her moans turned into broken whimpers against my lips. “Come for me,” I growled. “Let me feel you come on my fingers.” She shattered. A sharp cry tore from her throat. Her walls clenched around my fingers in tight, pulsing waves. Pleasure crashed through her — bright, blinding, endless. Her hips bucked against my hand. Her back arched. Her toes curled inside her heels. Wetness gushed over my fingers, dripping down my wrist. She sobbed my name, trembling, riding the waves until they slowed and left her boneless, gasping, clinging to me.