Willow Peak Novels & Stories

The tip slid in only an inch because of the distance between us but that inch was enough for me to feel the warmth of her pussy and I wanted it all and so did she. Her body moved down mine just enough to fully take my cock deep within her tight pussy and Willow let out a long moan letting me know that she was enjoying my invasion of her. Willow then pushed herself up to a seated position and she began to move her hips. My hands then went to her hips holding onto them as she rocked herself on my cock and I couldn’t help but thrust up deep into her.

A thrill of excitement coursed through me as I watched one of the racers launch into the sky and perform a pretty impressive manouvre. This was one of the most amazing outdoor parties I had ever seen. An incredible sight, pictureseque and not what I was expecting at all. "Welcome to Willow. It's an event where nobles and non-nobles alike come together to simply unwind and celebrate life. It is held every Friday night and stretches on to Monday morning. Many of the younger werewolves are regular attendants but it is open to all. One is expected to leave all of their worries and obligations behind when you come here."

"Where? I don't even know where you are yet. Why does it feel like I'm dead?" "You're not dead, Blake. At least, not yet." "So am I going to die? I need answers? Where's Hailey?" "Come closer, come sit with me." After the sound of the last words were spoken, I looked up and saw a silver-green light peeking out from a willow tree in the distance. It was the most majestic weeping willow I had ever seen in my life. Instead of the average 12 meters, this willow was extremely so tall that I couldn't even see the top of it from afar. It's tall, lanky branches majorly hang down to the ground, covered in sponge green leaves.

It was a two-week run in her wolf-hybrid form and that was even with resting at night to get from the borders of City of Pearl to the western part of the Elovaisus Forest. For almost two weeks, she ran, rested, ate, and slept. She was ecstatic to see the Silver Star Mountains in the distance two days ago. As she ran through the forest in the thick fog, she came to a complete stop as a huge willow tree finally appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The Great Willow Tree was in the middle of the Valentine River. Above it, the great Vale Waterfall streamed down from the Silver Star Mountains. She was not surprised when a wooden boat in the shape of a swan appeared from the depths of the water.

He's about half a foot shorter than me and rests against my chest easily. “Willow is going through PMS and it’s not the human kind. She has shown all the early signs which means her fertility is ramping up and it will get harder and harder to resist our mere presence. She will want to touch, hold, fuck and be fucked by us uncontrollably for approximately 3 days. The days before and after are really high fertility days. Blaze was conceived on day two for my mother, but Willow doesn’t want kids yet, so while I want to be a father, I had my mother bring the herbs that prevent pregnancy so that she can drink them,” Raff explains.

Willow admitted. "I know."

But I will find her, and when I do, I’ll make sure she understands the importance of her never leaving my side again. It’s the middle of the night when my car pulls away from the castle, headed to Port Westerly at a great speed. “King Maddox, I’m not sure if this is related or not,” one of my warriors who is with us says, his voice interrupting my thoughts. “Commander Pepelos was spotted today in Willow pack.” That catches my attention. “Willow pack? That’s Isla’s home pack.” “Yes, and her brother, Ben, is missing from there as well, sir,” the warrior, Lawrence, continues.

Once Willows paws have hit the ground I let her take over while I watch over her shoulder, ready to take back in case she decides to do something crazy. She runs for about an hour before I make her turn back towards the camp. We make it back to the tree where my clothes are before she takes off in a different direction. The lake comes into view and my heart beat increases. I am ready to take over when I see her going full speed and the water is quickly approaching. My heart beat picking up with fear as I get ready to jump into the driver seat but she breaks at the last possible second. She takes a few minutes to enjoy the beautiful scenery. The water creating a reflection of the trees and th

Jean-Pierre asked as he started to sort the items from the basket. “My name is Willow. I need some food items.” She told Jean-Pierre, and he helped her to pick out the items she needed. Willow carried the items in her basket. Out onto the walkway, she went to head home. The day was growing late, and Willow didn’t want to be out after dark. As she moved down the walk, she smiled. Jean-Pierre, she was sure, had to be Falling Feather reborn.

Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the scene that had slightly unfolded, their mother bearing its fangs to the Lycan. He huffed. Shifting back and ignoring such a small animal. His hands subconsciously caressing the willow tree as he went outside. The first thing he saw was a body of water. A river. Separating him and the unknown forest in front of him. ... Heavy footsteps creaked the floor as Ceberus stood up, he licked Lycan's hands. He had brought his kill inside the cabin to feast, sitting beside the willow tree. He went towards the river to wash off the blood.