Smutshots Novels & Stories

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

"I'll show you how all the posting stuff works. And we can send it to Gemma." You smirked and shook your head, not sure if that was a good idea or not. But you accepted the phone and shifted around until you got a good frame of the shot - Sabrina's small tits splattered with your pearly cum, both of her nipples popping out, and the hickey just below the left nipple. Her smile, naughty and satisfied, just at the top of the frame. "Nice, that's a good one," she said when she took a quick look.

It seemed like the perfect idea at the time. I work for a premium security company, and we had just taken delivery of the smallest cameras imaginable..tiny pinhole lenses no bigger than a pinhead, virtually invisible once installed. They connected seamlessly to any Wi-Fi network without appearing in device lists or router logs. Motion-activated, 4K resolution, crystal-clear audio, remote pan and zoom, and everything streamed live or recorded straight to my encrypted phone app. For a secret voyeur like me, it felt like winning the lottery.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

We turn to run but stop when we see Nitro standing in front surrounded by his acid gas. "Nowhere left to run," he says. The four of us backing away, I look at QuickShot. "Anytime you want to fire another arrow," I say. "I can't," QuickShot says. "I only have two arrows left and they're the slime arrows." "Slime arrows?" "Yes, slime arrows, and not the ones from before. The new one from earlier this morning." Memories of QuickShot's new slime arrow breaking apart and practically throwing me out of her room charge into my head.

Atlas gets trigger happy and shoots 2 more people that happened to puke on his shoes. I look at my guys with a knowing look signaling to get this over with quickly. All of them pull out their guns as I pull mine out. "Well I'm over this bullshit. Ready guys?" I say without taking my eyes off my targets. I smirk as I gently squeeze the triggers, hitting the two idiots right between the eyes. I hear multiple shots popping off around me. I aim and fire a second time into their limp dicks for the sick shit they've done. Their Soren donor is in tears as he watches the carnage happening around him.

I sent Slater the same text I sent Camden earlier, so he knows I’m putting on a show. “Ay, that sucks, hombre. Did you just get engaged last month?” Slater asks, playing along. “Yeah,” I sniff, pretending to wipe my eyes, which are currently watering because of my allergies. I look like I’ve been crying thanks to my bloodshot, itchy eyes. I am so stopped up. It’s about time for my shots again. The server brings him drinks, which she sets down in the middle of the table. They are rainbow shots. Slater leans over the table, so we follow suit. “Axe is watching, so this needs to get legit quick. You good?”

It's cruel for him to compare the three handsome guys to a titan but that's the only tall creature he can think of. "This is Kimmon Grey Fallon. Kim, this is Primo Aziel Hughes, my new camera man." "It's nice meeting you, Mr. Hughes." Kimmon said in all formality, offering a hand which Primo accepted kindly with a nervous smile. "H-hi Mr. Kimmon. Please just call me Primo." "Ok, Primo " he said and turn to look at Allen.

We must draw them out into the city where we will know how to camouflage ourselves. "How?" I ask. "The way you force any subterranean creature from its lair," he says, "Smoke them out." "Smoke them out? With what?" says Fulvio. "And what if Esme and Luka are there? Don't we risk harming them?" Graydon nods. "You are right to consider them Fulvio. Silvia will also be there and we don't know if they will all be together. That's why I think two of us should go into the viaducts and try to find them. At our signal, the smoke bombs will be released."

she sobbed, her voice lost in the frenzy. BANG! A gunshot ripped through the corner, deafening, the curtain billowing as screams erupted—Lauren’s, Priya’s, Melissa’s, blending into a piercing wail. Lauren froze, her heart stopping, her vision swimming. Who was shot? Tom, her rock? Dan, her tormentor? The girls stood rooted, their screams fading to shocked silence.