Smut For Men Novels & Stories

"I doubt that you still go through a rut after giving birth to Ari." Rut is a condition in which a male beastman experiences an increase in exaggerated sexual desire and increased aggressiveness and interest in females. A beastman no longer undergoes an uncontrollable rut once he becomes a father, unless his spouse triggers it during her estrous. A female releases a special scent once she is in heat, and that scent triggers her spouse and other unmarried males. "I can't—you know I can't," my father replied. "I already promised her to help her settle in the tribe for good with her Cubs and other spouses—I can no longer take back my words."

Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job. Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this? "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face. I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth. How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort? Has he no shame whatsoever?

"Never? Shamira, the men, and I call them that only loosely, in your life before were woefully inadequate. He walked away, and she craned her neck to see where he had gone. He returned back, rubbing some kind of lubricant onto his cock. He'd ditched the slacks, and damn did he look good. "The men in this house will not be so impotent." He smiled slightly. "Neither will the women. You have developed quite a bit of interest since your arrival," he added, pressing the head of his member against her asshole. "I doubt that you will have much 'free' time for a while."

Ruck me, maul me, make me scrum, is emblazoned on the front and it's my lucky shirt that hasn't seen much luck lately, at least not the lady kind. The Slam as a team, in general, has seen a lot of luck lately. A few sweet endorsement deals have helped pay the mortgage on the facility, and we're in a good place for another season. A few days ago I finished filming a commercial, so my now-swelling hands won't be a problem. It will fade before the next deal. The swelling in my dick will be a problem if I don't take care of it soon. Holding up a can of shaving cream with a hard dick won't go over well with our endorsers. Three months without a woman, and I'm in bad shape. I haven't done the dick

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

Sam replied. "You ever had a threesome?" Smokey asked. "No." Sam answered. "Ever thought about having one?" Smokey asked. "No." Sam replied. "And I won't share you with another woman. I don't share, that's a hard limit for me." "No, I didn't mean that. I was thinking more of me, you, and him. But there are rules. He can only use his hands and mouth." Smokey explained. "I don't think that's a good idea." Sam cautioned.

Lenox pov “Do you guys have mutated dust here? I swear, my balls feel like someone’s brushing sandpaper against them,” I groan and reach into my pants to ease the itch. As I relieve the annoying sensation, both men turn their gazes on me. “What?” I snap at the morons who stare at me in disgust. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen a guy scratch his balls before. Come on; it’s the most natural thing to do. Besides, it’s not like I have an STD or anything. And for your information, no, I don’t plan to fuck you, so my itch stays where it belongs – in my pants.” I grin and carry on with my business.

He’s wearing a smug look of triumph. “Uh, no actually. Your nighttime activities gave us a migraine. Smalls had to help us out.” Kota says wrapping an arm around my waist as Lil spits out and Jena chokes on their first sips of coffee. “Ah! Wha..?” “Please try to keep your link closed when you are having s*x. It’s inappropriate and disrespectful to whomever you’re with.” Cam follows behind. “How dare y..” Kevin starts, but Cam cuts him off with a hand up.

Ruck me, maul me, make me scrum, is emblazoned on the front and it’s my lucky shirt that hasn’t seen much luck lately, at least not the lady kind. The Slam as a team, in general, has seen a lot of luck lately. A few sweet endorsement deals have helped pay the mortgage on the facility, and we’re in a good place for another season. A few days ago I finished filming a commercial, so my now-swelling hands won’t be a problem. It will fade before the next deal. The swelling in my dick will be a problem if I don’t take care of it soon. Holding up a can of shaving cream with a hard dick won’t go over well with our endorsers. Three months without a woman, and I’m in bad shape. I haven’t done the dick

Bolting up, I saw Adam was a few meters from my bed with his eyes glued to my breast. The heat of his gaze was making my nipples stand at attention and butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. “You know; they always say that sex at this hour is always great,” his voice came out huskily before he curled his lips into a smirk. Shooting up my eyebrows at him I answered immediately. “Did you know that a man who has sex too many times, will cause him to run out of semen and he will become bare?”