Werewolf Porn Story Novels & Stories

The pretty boy went closer to the confused country lad and asked in a whisper, “You turned into a werewolf, didn’t you?” Ben was surprised. “How did he know?” he thought. The ‘pack telepathy’ might not have existed between the two of them, but the look on the tall guy’s face told Francis everything. He then took out his phone, looked for a number there, and dialed it. After a while, someone answered. “Hey, Pia. Guess what? I fucking called it!” He paused to let the other side talk, then he answered, “Yeah, anyway, I won the wager, so I’m gonna meet with you later to get my reward… Mm-hmm, yeah, that place… Okay, bye.”

"I'm sorry to break your heart, but we will have to stop here because I don't have a condom with me." "Oh, don't worry, female werewolves get pregnant only they have sex during in their heat.", I said, and my eyes widened when my mind replayed my own voice again in my mind. "Holy shit!" I screamed, pushing Liv away and sitting on the bed. "What happened?" "Tell me that you have used a condom that night?" I asked in tension

A WEREWOLF'S PRINT written by 131subin -xx- AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is an A/O verse within a werewolf trope whereas humans have two genders: main or primary gender is the male/female, and the sub-gender or secondary gender is the alpha/omega (A/O). If you are not familiar with omegaverse, I suggest you look it up before you proceed on reading the story as the sub-gender traits might confuse you. The sub-gender plays vital roles and implications on all major characters in this book. (If you are familiar with omegaverse, you can skip this part and proceed with prologue.)

“We have a more serious matter to look into right now. First of all, what kind of creatures are these? They do not quite look like us.” “I suspect that they are Nikjin’s minions,” said Monah, the general of Vak’s warriors. “From the little intelligence that I have been able to gather from my spies, your brother’s army of evil werewolves is a distorted version of our kind.” Vak sighed. “I thought that the rumors were just embellished to scare us, but it seems like they may be true. These beasts have unnatural strength and if it had not been for our numbers, they could have overpowered us and killed us all.”

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

I let out a soft moan. It was a bitter sweet feeling but I didn't want it to end. He was as gentle as he could be as he rode me to multiple orgasms. Tears dripped down my cheeks as I orgasmed repeatedly. Eventually, my legs felt so weak and unable to carry me, he pulled me into a nearby tent, he lifted me up and fucked me so hard, just as he was about to shoot his load he withdrew and blasted his thick load on the floor. We both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. The following morning, I woke up feeling sore in my pussy and lying naked to a nude male werewolf I have no memory of. He embraced me drawing me close to himself as he gave me a kiss saying

It's a sign that you want to see me. - I like talking to you and learning things from you. Like how to kiss. Lucifron smiled, but he had a different plan for that day, now that he knew it wasn't a dream. - Do you like stories? – Lucifron asks. - I don't know. I do not remember. - Do you want to hear one? - What's the story about? – Gary asks, again. - About a werewolf and his mate. - What is a werewolf? – asks Gary curiously.

In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024. In one of those occasional nights where he hungered for blood, Damian had got out in his werewolf form to find flesh to satisfy his desire. Hidden in a forest by the highway the werewolf stood in the shadows waiting for it's prey to show a face, at the other side of the road a bus from California road down, the werewolf had took notice of this bus, as the boss rode pass he jumped on it with its monstrous size making a large " thump sound" almost rerouting the bus until the driver stabilized

I did tell them we’d been having sex to deal with Drew’s increased aggression and libido, but I glossed over all the details, even though I suspected everyone in the room knew a lot more about werewolf sex than I did. “…and we kept driving, but Drew kept getting worse. And I found Nate’s website, so, yeah.” I swallowed hard, feeling like a tiny, vulnerable goldfish in a bowl surrounded by cats. Did wolves eat fish? Predators were predators, I figured, and given the number of sets of glowing eyes, plus the two magic-using badasses, I didn’t like my odds if they didn’t like my story. “Here we are,” I finished lamely. No one said anything for a second, sitting there and continuing to watch me w

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.