Willow X Zizzy Novels & Stories

-Willow- I woke up pressed against a warm, powerful body, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace. It was an incredible sensation, and I instinctively snuggled closer, burying my nose in something smooth. As I inhaled a sharp, intoxicating scent, I opened my eyes to find myself plastered against Cain, my nose nestled in his neck while I almost lay on top of him. Startled, I quickly sat up, glaring at him. I slapped his chest, but my strength was no match for him, and he didn’t even stir.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

Willow calls from somewhere in the apartment. Both Zael and I turn our heads in the direction of her voice. “Go be with your mate,” Zael says. “Love each other, make babies, there’s no greater joy in this world. Trust me, I should know.” Concerned about the sudden sadness in his voice, I turn my head back to ask him if he’s okay, but he’s already gone. Willow steps out onto the patio, briskly rubbing her arms. “Why are you standing out here in the cold?” she asks.

"I'm almost done with my drawing." Willow remembered something. "Happy birthday." The little girl, who was celebrating her sixth birthday that day, only blinked her eyes for a moment. Then she just nodded stiffly. "Did Mrs. Charlotte tell you?" Zoey asked suddenly. "Of course not!" Willow exclaimed. There was a grin on Zoey's face. "Yeah, right." Again Willow felt blindsided. Was she that transparent? So predictable. But the 26-year-old nodded. She didn't want to be called a liar by Zoey. If you're guilty, admit it, that was all that mattered to Willow.

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

After spraying hair spray until their eyes teared and their lungs heaved, Pierre turned the chair to face James. "Voilà" James stared at Willow. Her hair was uniquely styled and outlined her perfect little face,"come on ladies, we have five minutes for her make up and shoes." Two women got to work on her make up while two showed Willow different designer shoes. Willow looked at her dress,she wanted to pick the most ugliest shoes in the selection but decided not to. She had pretty toes and she didn't want to ruin that with a hideous pair of shoes. She loved shoes ,it was like her fetish.

Rocking her hips into me, she lets out a low moan, one that has every single one of my nerves on high alert. She lets out another moan as my lips move to her neck. My fingers make quick work of removing her tshirt. Her nipples hardening before I get a chance to roll them between my thumb and my finger. Taking her to the bed, her back arches as my tongue flicks over each hardened nub. Willow’s hands run through my hair as I lick her down to her navel, tasting the saltiness of her flesh. “Zane….” I’m purposely slow to unfasten her jeans, but her fingers let go of my hair as she tries to undo her own jeans to speed up my access.

Raff cries out as Asim continues to thrust in and out and Willow continues to touch the area gently. I don’t know what she wants or if she knows why, but it seems to increase Raff’s pleasure every time her finger runs over one particular spot. As a droplet of fae cum drips from Raff’s cock again, Willow catches it on her finger and rubs that spot as Asim thrusts in. Willow steps back and returns to me after kissing Asim and caressing his ass. “They are so beautiful together! I want to watch them both come undone,” Willow comments.

He grinned as he watched her unzip his jeans and slowly bring out his dick from his briefs. "You're so hard and big," Willow mumbled as she caressed it making him groan. "Let's get this over with," he breathed and removed his fingers from her pussy. He then raised her hips, letting her place his tip at her entrance and then guiding her down so he could fill her totally. Willow gasped in pleasure and gripped his shoulders. "Ride me, baby." She did exactly as he said.