Sly Fox Queens Novels & Stories

I could feel my member harden as her hips ground against mine. “Touch me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. But something seemed off. We'd just met, yet the urgency in her plea felt unsettling. It was like something had taken over her. Something that badly wanted me. As she tried to push my hand to her chest, I pulled away, my hands stiffening her grinding hips. “Make love to me, please. I'm burning,” she pleaded, her eyes void of their usual white. A low growl escaped my lips. My wolf pleased with her words and the sight of her dark, empty gaze.

“But you are not any of those Sasha shifts again, but I don’t let her speak. I stand up and take a step forward instead, closing the space just enough to make my words land clearly. “Queens aren’t malicious,” I say, my voice even, unshaken. “They’re confident enough not to tear other people down to feel important.” The smile drops from her face just for a second. Then she laughs again, louder this time “Confident?” she repeats. “You?” I don’t step back.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

When it finally subsided, the altar was a glistening, sticky battlefield of bodies. Sophia looked into the main camera, lips swollen, milk and cum dripping down her chin and pregnant belly. “You came to conquer us,” she rasped. “Instead, you’ve only fed the fire.” Aurora, breathless and glowing beside her, smiled with dark satisfaction. “Stay. Become part of us… or try to break us. Either way, you’ll never forget this night.” Viktor wiped his mouth, eyes gleaming with dangerous respect. “This is only the beginning, Queens of Sin.”

"I can't wait to go to the mating ceremony. I want to see what kind of magnificent, high-born lady managed to capture the Lycan King's heart. I want to see the Queen!" Torren smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist, thoroughly enjoying her excitement. "Then pack your dresses, my love. In six days, we march to Volca-Crest." Neither of them realized that the "magnificent Queen" waiting for them on the golden throne was the very same girl they had left to rot in the dirt.

“Something in their plan must have changed, forcing them to make a hasty arrangement that will ensure the Fox girl will be the next queen. That tells me that Cole’s condition… isn’t looking optimistic. We need to take action as soon as possible, before it’s too late.” “What is your plan?” Seb asked cautiously. “I can see you formulating one.” Sylvia lifted her chin, her expression protective in a maternal sort of way. “I’ll get into the House of Fox tomorrow night to check Cole’s condition. We need to find out how he’s doing.” “I’ll go with you then-” I started to say but Sylvia cut me off. “No,” she said firmly. “I plan to go there only to gather information and nothing more. I should go al

Xavier shot me a worried glance, but I shook my head to tell him it was nothing. Once the SIB agents had everyone secured, all of us powerless against them, the dragon queen landed and shifted to her human form. Someone handed her a long, flowing golden robe. She cinched the waist tight, then strode toward us. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders. She looked more like a goddess than a politician. Two men flanked her, the broader one had wavy blond hair and a ruggedly handsome face. The other was a redhead with intelligent green eyes. Caprice Sorrentino, Council Queen, and ruler of the five territories in the United States, paused to survey us. Her keen, hazel gaze landed on me and she coc

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle.

Blake replied. "Thanks. So what do I have to do? How do I get to Suarez?" Queen asked. "Suarez isn't your average guy," Blake said. "He's always surrounded by armed men, and once you try to get close, they'll shoot you before you even take a step. I'm talking about Shawn. As for you, Queen, well, there's a way. The thing is, Suarez is a manwhore; he can't do without sexy girls. Every night, he fucks a different one, and it's arranged by one of his closest men called Felix, who happens to be my very good friend.