Untamed Vixen Novels & Stories

Without sparing them a chance, I began explaining Petal; "She's about six foot tall with a bold, well detailed oval face and thin pink lips. She has beautiful jet-black hair which is always splitted into two neatly packed piggy tails." Reminiscing her beauty made me hard down there, her soft body and bosoms were all I craved for. And this time I promise to make it up with her, that's if I ever meet her again. "Skyler?." Alpha Xander called as he faced his Beta. "It seems strange as everything he just described fits the young lady that was thrown out." Skyler said, shaking his head in confusion. "Do you have any idea what her wolf looks like?." Alpha Xander suddenly asked and I shook my head

Nysaa, her balance compromised by the alcohol, stumbled slightly, only for her to regain her footing with a triumphant grin. "I'm like a drunken ninja, Mace! You can't touch me!" Despite her inebriation, she continued to throw herself at Mace, and the two of them struggled in a strange dance of defiance and restraint. Her laughter and provocative comments were like fuel to the fire, further enraging Mace.

He wondered why he had asked something meaningless like that, but he liked the expression on Philip's face. "N- Yes, I did!" He said going red, he never used it and barely knows what a vibrator is. "No, you didn't! Don't you try to lie to me, through your reactions I can say you don't know how and mainly where to use it" He said approaching Philip. "Whatever you say, Winters" "You know, I can teach you some things, virgin stripper" The brunette approached more making Philip step back. "I'm not even gay, shithead!" He rolled his eyes.

I want to envision my Little Vixen. Grabbing her by the shoulders I spin her around, so she is facing the wall. Reaching around her, I untie the belt and her trench coat falls open. Sliding my hands in the opening of her coat, she is naked, exactly like I thought she would be. Sliding my hands down her tight stomach, my fingers graze the apex of her thighs, and she is already dripping wet. Unzipping my pants I pull out my cock. Pushing her coat to the side, I do not waste any time. Positioning my cock at her opening, I slam into her. She screams out as my cock fills her. Putting my hand over her mouth I muffle the noises coming from her. Holding her hips in place with my free hand I

But now, her voice echoed through my head, filled with urgency and power. “Vixen?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clutched my head, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions. “Is it really you?” “I don’t have time for your stupid doubts and questions, Kira!” Vixen snapped, her voice ringing with authority which was surprising, she was usually weak, hardly ever talked and her voice sounded different. “Get the fvck up! You need more space before I tear this place apart!”

"I spared your life because I hope you will find someone else worth spending your life with. I'm sorry about your passed away wife, Jack, but there will be more than one love for us creatures that live for a long time. Give your mate a chance." Saint witnessed Tanja fall down on her knees. Jack growled at her to keep her away from him, but the gothic woman wasn't afraid. She slapped her mate's cheek. Shock settled over Jack's features. The frost wyvern-shifter had never been slapped by a woman and gasped. How dared this creature that smelled like she came from the human realm touch him without his permission?! Jack's pride had taken a hit. But Tanja wasn't done yet. She was also about to giv

"For the Lower Realm!" Beside him, Vixen landed lightly on a high boulder, her nine tails swirling like a typhoon of white flame, blasting physical shockwaves into the flanks of the swarm every time they tried to scale the canyon walls. Sweat beaded along her hairline despite the cold, the strain of sustaining such power beginning to show in the tightness around her eyes. "Keep pushing them back!" Vixen shouted, her silver hair flying wildly around her face as she fired another concentrated stream of fox-fire into the tightest cluster of shadows. "Don't let a single one breach the northern arch!"

The big man walked a step or two behind the woman, so that she reached them first. “Hello. So pretty,” she purred. “I would strap them to a Saint Andrews cross.” A Domme, Victor realised meeting Vice’s eyes, and saw that his partner had caught the reference. Her voice was familiar, and Victor tried to place where he had heard it before. A singer, he thought, frowning, trying to remember the band or song. “Vice and Victor, this is Vixen and Shadow,” Raven introduced her. “Vixen and Shadow, Vice and Victor.”

That bastard had a soulmate but he was such a deviant. When she catches him, she left him half extinct. The words spread around the sect like wildfire but the disciples didn't bring it up much. Some of them truly respected her and some of them were just scared of her. She ensured the barrier was around and took off her maid robe. She threw it away and walked inside the slightly cold pool. The water was till her stomach. She kept her left arm away from water and with her own help, she slowly started to roll off the cloth around her breast which looked almost like a bandage.

Vixen turned away from the VIP area, strolling casually around the booths, curtained or un-curtained as the occupants preferred. “Mistress Vixen,” a woman with an impressively blunt fringe and her hair scraped painfully back into a ponytail greeted her. She was clad in vinyl from jaw to crotch, in a severely form fitting jumpsuit that stretched to loops over her middle fingers. She played with a black leather belt, stroking it between her fingers. “Your new sub is pretty.” “What do you say, Raven?” Vixen asked him. “Thank you?” Raven struggled to keep his expression sober, his lips wanted to curl up in laughter. It seemed so odd for the two women to discuss him like a pet dog. Was he meant t