Taming Your Gremlin Novels & Stories

She grabbed Damien’s shoulders while trying to come out of the water as her legs wrapped around his torso on their own. "Shh, shhh, relax. Don’t panic. Okay." Damien said when Grusha struggled in his grip while pushing his shoulders down. "I can't breathe. No. Take me back to the ship." Grusha said failing Damien’s every attempt to calm her down. Damien left her waist and lifted her by her ass which made her upper body come out of the water. "Look. Relax now. You can breathe. You see, I am right here with you, right? So no need to panic. Cause I would never let anything happen to you. Okay?"

Build it again. We cycled through settings, my instructions growing more frantic— 'Six, throb deep, grind in circles'; 'Seven, escalate while pumping fast, thumb my clit base-only'; 'Eight, erratic bursts, alternate clit and G-spot.' Each phase edged me mercilessly, orgasms bubbling to the surface only to be snatched away. Jax sweated too, muscles straining, cock purple and leaking, his torment mirroring mine as I forbade his touch. 'No jerking yourself— watch me suffer, know you're making it happen.'

The tiger yelled and jumped towards me as both of us landed on the ground. I said I am you master you shall obey from today. Open your mouth it did and I put one of the elixirs into its mouth. I felt proud that the taming ring from the bold birds was working to perfection. I said join your brother to wait for me do you hear the tiger respond yes master. It went to lie near the huge beast. I saw there was a car running towards the opened space with speed. I shouted stop you foul spirit. I set his car ablaze as those around hurriedly dragged the driver out of the car to safety. If I had refused to deal with the car the rescue operation might have been halted.

He took a fist full of my hair and inhaled deeply, “He said he likes your scent.” “I—” I began, but my words were cut off when he thrusted into me hard, and a gasp of pain escaped me. He ran his hands through my hair once again, seemingly unaware of his claws digging into my scalp. “You woke him, Kitten, you’ll have to Tame him.” Now he slammed into me—no rhythm, just hard, rough thrusts that stole every sensation from my lower limbs and despite that, I could still feel the pleasure rising in the pit of my stomach.

I gulped down the content and proceeded for a refill. My wolf growled. It was so loud I thought it had come out of my body. "You are being useless! What happened to the great Max? Future Alpha of the clan? Weak, sitting down there while your brothers fuck her to heaven knows where! Just like that Frank boy!" Like a flare, my rage lit up and I punched the wall, and half of the ceiling partition in my room fell to the floor. My claws were already protruding as I growled like an angry grizzly bear. I bent low to the ground, struggling to stop the transformation, but I knew I was already losing. He was winning again

Sobering fast as my new metabolism pushes the last of the drugs out of my system and cleanses my blood. The atmosphere is charged, and I’m surrounded by newly changed wolves of all shades of grey and brown, although I’m the only one with white in my coat. Turning as the Shaman’s chants draw my eyes back to him and trip over my own uncoordinated self as I try to right myself and get up. It’s hard to use my hands as front legs and I instinctively rear backwards too far onto my haunches, losing my balance and reeling forward again to correct it, before tumbling face forward to the ground once more and meeting the dust with a lower jaw clunk.

Today, I refuse to let my own fear hold me back. Peyton lowers herself into a crouch across from me, her gray fur rippling slightly in the morning breeze. Her body language is clear, ready, alert, inviting me to mimic her. I copy her posture, lowering my chest towards the ground, planting my paws wide for balance. My heart pounds, but this time it’s not just nerves, it’s focus. Determination.

hello I'm Conan your wolf, it's time for us to shift okay, just close your eyes and imagine yourself as a wolf, it will hurt because your bones will bend, break and shift, now let's do this ) I close my eyes a try to imagine myself as a wolf. {{ AGGGGHHHHHH }} crack! crack! crack! crack! crack! {{ AGGHHHHHH }} << you're doing good son almost there almost there >> {{ AGGHHHHHH }} I see my limbs extend, my fingers become claws then fur shoots out from my skin, I stretch and shake till the sounds of my bones breaking stop. << Good job son! you did it, your wolf is beautiful! >> ( well of course I'm beautiful ) {stop sassing my dad please } << try standing, go easy you may be a bit wobbly at fir

He gently laid her down, tucking her in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead before turning to leave. As he made his way to the window, he could feel the restlessness building within him. He had never slept before, his blindness making it impossible for him to fully rest. Instead, he had other duties to attend to at midnight. With a deep breath, Damon raised the window and leaped out into the cool night air. As soon as his feet hit the ground, his body began to shift and contort. Bones cracked and muscles stretched as he transformed into a magnificent wolf. The transformation was always exhilarating, and Damon relished the feeling of the wind rushing through his fur as he sprinted through

A twist of my wrist, a violent jerk— The entire desk flipped, crashing onto the floor with a deafening bang. The sound exploded through the small office, bouncing off the walls, too loud, too sharp—and perfect. My pulse roared in my ears. I stood there, chest heaving, as the echo faded. Slowly, my shoulders sagged. The tight knot between my shoulder blades loosened. My clenched jaw finally released. Damn it. That felt good. Too good. Destroying things had always worked. It burned through the excess energy, gave my wolf something simple and physical to latch onto. No thinking. No guilt. No consequences—just impact.