Taboo Dog Novels & Stories

[ AMAYA ] I sat quietly in the gazebo, the cool evening air doing absolutely nothing to cool the sudden, fierce heat spreading beneath my skin. Just a few feet away, the two most powerful and breathtaking men in the entire pack were locked in a tense discussion about the rogues that had been terrorizing our borders. One of them was my mate. The other... was the Alpha.

he added softly. Lisa blinked, her eyes welling up with unshed tears as she nodded. "Anything new from Abeel?" Khalil asked, breaking the moment. "Tabby still isn't responding," Mav replied solemnly. "She convulsed a few hours after they left the camps, but hasn't done anything after that. She simply stares." "Maybe this is how they turn them," Khalil murmured. "If she's fighting it back, then maybe there's a chance she may survive. I can crush some of my dragon scales for her and ..."

And he promised himself that he would figure every black sheep in the department. --- Tabby

I laugh at the absolute truth of my words which has her laugh joining mine. We continue talking about little things the rest of the drive back. I find out that she has a dog named Budwich, buddy for short of course, and he is apparently a massive dog. She told me his breed, but I’ve never been much into dogs or their breeds so who knows. When I looked at her unsure, she assured me he is the sweetest dog in the world and I have nothing to fear. That only had me relaxing by a small margin. I’ve never had much interaction with dogs or really any animals before. Wilheim hates animals of any kind so they were never allowed in the house and I was never allowed to go out of my way to find one. Thin

“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.” ‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link. As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him. “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling. My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

“But you also want a dog?” “No, no,” Jedi says, waving his hands in front of him. “No, I’m looking for a cat, a specific cat, grey tabby, nasty temper, but, she’s called Dog.” The girl stares at him. Jedi shrinks under her gaze. “Her name is Dog. It wasn’t me, by the way.”

He could tell that I wasn't offended, so he continued to bring it up. Rick would tell me how cute Tabbi is and that he bet she was a wild hot ride in the bed. Tabbi IS pretty cute. She's about five feet and barely a hundred pounds. Her hair is just below her shoulders, brown, and wavy. Her stomach is flat, and her butt is cute and round and all but flat. Her tits are pretty normal Cs. In fact, you can see a picture of my wife here on our profile. She is very much a girl and keeps her finger and toe nails brightly painted. When I shave her, I shave it all, but Tabbi sometimes leaves a little strip above her pussy. She knows she is hot and has no problem with having attention.

Third Person’s POV When Terban entered the boarding house, he was shocked to see a dog wagging its tails in front of him. Spoiler alert, Terban is afraid of dogs. “Arfa rf!” “What the hell!” Terban shouted, hugging the door and moving backward away from a small, cute and friendly Bichon Frise Dog. When the dog approached him, Terban almost burst out crying. “Shoo! Shoo! Go away!” The dog ran to him and he shouted, “Help!”

Easily thirteen to fourteen inches each, and absurdly thick. They looked at me like fresh meat. Burnt fresh meat -if that makes any sense. Epstein clapped. “Begin.” 🕳🕳🕳🕳 I let the robe fall. The moment I let the robe fall to the floor, both men let out deep, animalistic groans. “Goddamn…” Jamal muttered, eyes locked between my legs. My pussy had always looked different — puffy outer lips, soft and slightly parted even when I wasn’t aroused, like it was permanently inviting. Ready. Hungry.