Novel & Cerita Werewolf Sex Story

Emily felt the man's body that was holding her suddenly become stiff. Wolfgang released her, as if asking her: "Werewolf? Why do you suddenly think that?" Emily scratched her head, her face showing a bit of confusion: "Actually... Well, last night, even though Winston said that I was injured by a wolf, I really felt like I encountered a werewolf! The werewolf was very large and strong, with black fur, but it spoke human language! It told me many strange things, and then even attacked me, but luckily a cat saved me ..."

I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions. "The werewolves are very romantic—they are so warm and good in sex." He winked at her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped—I was not expecting such an answer from him. "They are so romantic in their sexual lives!" The way words rolled in his eyes almost made my pants wet. He reached out his hand before sliding my hair from my face and interlocking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes in pleasure for a second before sharing a look with him—he was looking while rolling his fingers on my cheek.

She got all she courage she needed before taking my member into her mouth, licking away the cum that had followed it from the used condom. God, I couldn’t control myself when she pushed my member all the way to her throat until it was very much touching the back of her throat and she can get sick from it. I tried to get her out but she strongly attached her lips to the end, sucking it in and giving it a very treatment. Who had ever thought that a werewolf could be this sexy?

Only when I’d hauled Kaelen into an empty corridor did I finally stop, gasping for breath. “Miss Elara, grabbing a man’s hand the moment you meet him might be a bit forward.” That was when I realized I was still holding onto him for dear life. “Sorry! I’m sorry.” I immediately let go. “No harm done.” Kaelen’s lips curved into a small smile. I had to admit, this werewolf was ridiculously good-looking, much more than many Golden Lycans. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “Hm?” “I’m… actually pregnant with another werewolf’s pup!”

Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in. "Ahhhh!" Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel. The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.

"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.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

“It’s a werewolf thing. I was sort of hoping you had a bit of the werewolf sex drive, but you pass out so easily.” I turned my head into Tony’s shoulder as my face burned. “She’s only been having sex for a few weeks. Give her a break. She’s still recovering.” He tightened his grip on me and shifted me closer. “He’s right, though. It is part of being a werewolf. We tend to have a lot of sex. Now that we’ve found our mate it’s… not worse exactly. Just different.” “Different, how?” “Well, we only want to have sex with you,” Matt said as he kept typing. “So that makes it a bit harder to have our needs me, but you’re doing great on your training. You’re still awake!”

"Female wolves should maintain their dignity. The elders are watching, and many packmates are present. Please don't continue this charade." She regarded me with seemingly sympathetic eyes that still managed to accuse me of embarrassing herself. I saw my father, Alexander, standing stiffly among the gathered wolves, his expression livid as he attempted to explain the situation to the pack elders. I took a deep breath, my wolf finally calm and resolved. "Today truly is my mating ceremony," I declared firmly. "My mate is on his way." I retrieved my communication crystal and contacted the first name listed.