Romans & histoires Werewolf Sex Story

It made creaking noises and a fine layer of dust billowed from the grate, but it didn't budge. "You're not strong enough to pull it." Aidan pointed out, running his fingers through his raven-black hair in frustration. "Let me do It, please Lauren." "I am a werewolf." Lauren retorted, bringing her face closer to Aidan's. "I have the strength of a dozen men." They stood on opposite sides of the grate, their bodies inches from each other. Against her better judgement, Lauren wanted to touch his face. Her hands desperately begged for the feel of his skin and she shook her head, trying to displace those thoughts.

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

To anyone who thinks werewolves have a high sex drive I would like to inform you my human mate, is a so sex hungry I can barely keep up. She started this little chase because I wanted to study on a Sunday instead of playing with her. Well, she got my attention and we are playing now. She moves slowing to the sofa bed where we have made love under the stars so many times. She lays down and pouts. “Mr. Wolf you destroyed my dress what are going to do to me now?” My wolves licks our lips and stalks toward her growling lowly. The growl and her strong arousal have me so distracted I miss the door opening and the baseball bat coming down.

"Are you afraid of admitting that your wolf lost control?" He snatched her hands off his body and stepped back hard, like her touch had burned him. "Don't do that again." His eyes swept over her once, cold and dismissive. "You're not my type. Not even close. And my wolf is a greedy rascal. He wants a lot more than what you can ever offer." "A lot more sex?" "No, not exactly." "You want me to do those things to you in bed?"

I paused with my cooking and turned to her with a look that said, are you serious? "How can you have no shame? Some things are to be left unsaid", I shook my head as I was rebuking my daughter. She smirked and hit my shoulder, saying “sex is a good thing, Leo. Don’t be shy!! All werewolves are sex addicts.” I couldn't help but to laugh. She was right. Werewolves are the horniest species in the supernatural world. We both laughed. I went back to my cooking and decided not to answer her questions, but this woman did not stop.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

I say, wishing the world would open up and swallow me whole. “Baby, pretty much everyone in the packhouse was having sex last night. No one cares about what we were doing.” “Really?” I ask him. “Really. Trust me. We, as wolves, are instinctual creatures. Sex is very common. From what I understand, we have sex much more frequently than humans. So when you and I get to that point, if you’re sore and can’t take any more, you’ll have to let me know.” He said when, not if. I love that.

No, it's all true, he is one of them. And when we had sex, we were indeed tied as indicated in the werewolf's outlines online. I have indeed read that werewolves knot during sex. This is supposed to increase the chance of procreation. My hand goes naturally to my belly. God! How should I explain all this to my family and how will they take it? This is terrible, I never thought this would ever happen to me. Of course not, I thought werewolves were something out of fairy tales and the fantasies of Hollywood scriptwriters. I get up from my bed and stumble to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I see the love bites my husband left on my body. I smile; when he placed them, I was delirious with d

One hand grips my hip, securing me in place with the hot touch of his hand. "Nobody's going to believe we're not fucking if we're together," he tells me. I gulp. It's true. He's a werewolf. It's in their nature to be sexually active and I’m well aware of how much. "All for the sake of your cover, right?"