Romans & histoires Werewolf Sex Story

“It’s not fair but I do need to know the extent of your relationships with these three women. How they started? How long they lasted and how far sexually you got with them?” “I already told you I haven’t done anything sexually with anyone.” He has a clipped tone showing his embarrassment and annoyance with the questions. “I understand that most werewolves start having sex around sixteen or after their first shift and most only wait that long because of the laws of their pack but there are plenty of werewolves that are not players as well. We are very sexual creatures and it’s not at all uncommon, especially for the males, to have had multiple partners before finding their fated mate. How abo

"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

She squeaked, and I relished the blush that crept up her cheeks and down to her neck. So fucking beautiful and all mine. I walked closer to her, unable to stay away anymore, and stopped just an inch away so our chests were almost touching and heaving in the same rapid pace as we inhaled each other’s scent deeply. “Human form,” I said quietly, and my voice was rough with need. “And sometimes in wolf form...” Her plump lips panted, and soft heavy breathing escaped those lips. I blinked away and took a deep breath. “When werewolves have sex, there’s something that happens called knotting, and it’s, uh…” I felt my face burning with embarrassment at having to explain this.

Do you feel that,* Fanny said, stopping me dead and flashing images in my mind. Last year I covered a story about a she-wolf who went into heat after finding her mate for the first time while he was having sex outside with someone else. I … may have been nearby and gotten a picture of her instantly submitting to him, pathetic. He was literally inside someone one minute and her the next, just unbelievable. The first girl stood and watched the entire thing, yeah I got a picture of that too. *You’re one to talk! Now shut up and be good or else,* my wolf said, matter of fact.

It was adorable and he wanted to draw her into a tight embrace and never let go of her. "Your heart is racing" she said from his chest. Her breath tickled him a little as she talked. "What?" He said "Your heart…it's beating really fast" she said and lifted up her head to look at him. He didn't know what to say to her. Werewolfs heartbeat was normally faster than regular humans and it was even strikingly faster when they were stressed or hungry and he was feeling particularly fast. "Well…I'm not used to having such a damsel lying on my chest. Of course my whole body is excited" he said and smiled at her. Kayla smiled back and lay back down on his chest.

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

I hadn’t heard many stories about it since romantic relationships had never been my focus. Still, I knew that werewolves tended to have a much more active sex life than humans. Mating was crucial for wolves, strengthening the bond with their mate and, in turn, the wolf itself. More than just a desire, it was an instinctual need—something that, fortunately, Lisa didn’t seem to experience. At least not yet. I guess even in that regard, she was an unusual wolf.

I burst through the door at the end of the hall and found him on the ground, surrounded by three fierce-looking werewolves. Without hesitation, I sprang into action, launching myself at the closest werewolf. My teeth sank into its flesh, causing it to howl in pain. The other two werewolves turned their attention to me, but I was ready. I fought them off with all my strength, my adrenaline pumping as I threw punches and kicks, dodging their attacks with ease. Finally, the last werewolf fell to the ground with a thud, defeated. I turned to Jaxon, who was still lying on the ground, wounded. I rushed over to him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.