The Wrangler Queen Porn Novels & Stories

There would be no denying the fact that her words alone made him harder than steel, the tent in his shorts abundantly obvious as he instantly admitted defeat. Young she-wolves, tiny little things that were easily broken were his favorite, and Wren was that fantasy in the flesh. Barely five foot and with no hips to speak of, her tiny breasts were little more than nipples. Clearly she didn't entirely understand the Breeding Rooms and their dynamic, as she was dressed in a pleated black silk skirt that covered nothing, and a black fishnet blouse over a barely there red leopard bralette.

As Val began stroking Ron's drooling hard-on more seriously, she clicked through the photos more quickly. The next showed a wife on her knees on a bed, with her face buried in the pillow. Her lily-white upturned ass was being gripped by two big black hands while the proportionately-big black cock was being forced deep into her pink-rimmed cunt hole. At the side of the photo, the husband sat in a chair with his hard cock in his hand. As she continued her slide show, Ron was treated to a shot of a white women with her mouth wide open and barely able to get the head of her BBC inside. Another showed a well-tanned blonde sucking on the head of her BBC while her husband pounded his cock up her cu

And I grin through it all, because I want more. “Six of you,” I whisper, voice cracked, filthy. “All at once.” Hands grab me from every angle, rough and greedy. One fisting my hair, another squeezing my tits, another spreading my ass. They move around me like a pack, cocks dripping, bodies pressed tight. “Open wide, Queen.” “Spread your legs.” “On all fours—make space for us.” I obey, dropping to hands and knees, back arched, mouth open, drool spilling down my chin.

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.

“All these girls watching you take dick like a pro whore.” He fucked her harder, deeper, until he reached her womb. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Raven’s arms gave out and her face pressed against the concrete, ass still up like an offering. The cane welts burned every time his hips hit them. She came anyway. Hard, shaking and squirting around his cock, soaking his balls and the ground underneath her. A broken moan tore out of her throat. Julian didn’t stop. “One.” He kept going, using her pussy like it was his personal toy. The other women were forced to watch. Some looked terrified. A couple had their hands between their legs, ashamed but touching themselves.

As for now, I need to keep going slow since I’m not that powerful yet, but I’ll be as soon as I kill the so-called Queen of werewolves, and claim her power for myself. Before that I entered a world, Rebel appeared in a blink of an eye while holding jeans that smelled like Peter. “ Get yourself covered!” She ordered and I growled not accepting it. “ Werewolves thing… You always tend to believe that people enjoy looking at your naked body, and get annoyed when they ask you to get dressed!” “ Well, that’s not what’s annoying me…” I exclaimed while wearing the jeans she brought. “ I’m annoyed because you are disrespecting your alpha.”

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

Kristen said, staring at my front almost hypnotized, "Calves." "Well at least you're taking attention away from my breasts," Ashley laughed. I threw my pants over to Kristen. She looked almost sheepish about her victory. Emma gave her friend a hearty slap on the back, like Kristen had just pulled out the anchor run for the win at a state meet. I slowly sat down, hoping my cock wouldn't just jump right out. It hardly mattered. Two hands later I pulled a Queen. A goddamn, motherfucking Queen. She winked at me as I gazed upon her regal visage. Oh yes. Finally.

The light in the room dimmed as if the torches themselves held their breath. She began to see. Her eyes opened wide. A haze of silver light unfurled behind them. She did not blink as she spoke the vision aloud. “Long ago,” she said, “there was a queen of the Emerald Pack. Her name was Elaria. She was fearless and tender. Her hair shone like moonlight when the river ran clear. Her mate was brave, loyal, and fierce. They loved each other with a flame that could have burned mountains.” The Seer’s voice softened. “But war came and darkness rose. The people of Elaria’s pack were threatened by a power that would have slaughtered them all. A shadowed force walked the valley, and wolves fell to madn

Peering at the blonde through her upper eye lid with her lips still attached to the blonde’s nipple, the Queen gently thrust two finges into the blonde. “Ah!” Mei moans softly, her body wreathing under the Queen’s thrust. Yuelan moves back to kiss the blonde hungrily while she increases the pace of her fingers. She deepens the kiss while thrusting hard into the blonde’s wetness. More wetness gushes out of the blonde to coat her fingers giving the young Queen an idea. She gathers the wetness with her fingers and moves her hand a little below the blonde’s pussy. At the feel of the Queen’s hand around her anus, Mei stiffens, her eyes flying open.