Yuri Neko Novels & Stories

-- Alicia's golden eyes meet another pair of big round yellow eyes. "Hi! I'm Rin." he said and slightly tilted his head to see the people lying on the ground. Nero looks at the spirit guardian that appears in front of him. The cat is color white and has yellowish eyes. It smiles at them making him feel at ease. "Hmm, You must be Alicia." He said again then smiled widely. "Hi. I'm Alicia Forbe." she said in a small voice. "I'm Nero." he said in a plain voice.

I looked at Neko and noticed the frown on her face. “Very well Master, If you ever need me to satisfy you sexually please don’t hold back.” Neko smiled with hunger in her eyes. “Are you a lesbian Neko?” I questioned as I squinted at her with suspicion and made my way back to my seat. “I honestly don’t have a preference.” “Don’t be ridiculous Neko. I don’t do women.” I spoke as I stood up from the seat. “Call me when dinner is ready,” I spoke out as I walked out of the kitchen once again.

The feel of his body against mine, the sound of his groan as my tongue slides against his and the taste of nicotine. Nero feels like everything I’ve been missing. When we separate, he leans his forehead against mine and sighs. “Gods, I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” he says before kissing my forehead. My cheeks are aflame as I look up at him and notice how his slate-gray eyes have shimmered to crimson. My eyes widen at the realization that Nero is an Alpha. “Your… your eyes,” I stammer, wanting to touch his face but then stopping myself. “You’re an Alpha?”

A figure was coiled up at the extreme end of the bed. "Hi there” I waved "Helloo” Yuri greeted, still no response. Yuri and I exchanged glance before moving towards the bed but stopped when she squirmed. "Don’t be afraid, we are not going to hurt you. We just want to check if you are alright. I’m Yomiko by the way and this is my sister Yuri” I introduced trying to get her to calm down.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

Sang-woo was back to training with Soo-ah, sparring lightly beneath the hanging lights. Yuri sat on the fountain, feet dangling into the cool water. Koji approached silently. “You used to whistle when you walked,” she said without looking. “I forgot how,” Koji replied. She turned. His hair was longer. A scar now curved across his cheek. But his eyes—those eyes hadn’t changed. “Ren okay?” she asked. “Healing. Regretful.” Yuri raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first.” Koji pulled a small leather case from his coat.

The Yokai Seduction card lay forgotten on the table, its provocative text now reality. “Shall we make the game more interesting?” Kyomi whispered, grinding slowly against the massive bulge in his pants. Her hazel eyes were dark with lust. “Strip version. Every time you lose a round, you take something off. Same for me. Unless… you’re too shy, samurai?” Fugishigoro’s outer mask stayed cold, but inside the yandere roared with feral hunger. She’s offering her body. Piece by piece. I’ll memorize every inch before I claim her forever.

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.

Of course, no one dared to bother them during their serious yaoi conferences, especially during their heated debate when they preached to each other like a bunch of Roman philosophers about their top pick of the week. A neko, meaning cat in Japanese, or a uke, in a gay relationship, meant the bottom partner or the female role when it came to sex. A seme, obviously, meant the top or the male role. “I’m not telling you,” I said. Isaac pulled a face. “I bet you’re a neko. I just can’t see you pushing Aiden down and doing whatever you want with him.”

Her assistant, Kurenai, was in a hurry as she stretched out her hand to grab hold of one of the puppies from the kennel in the backyard. After much difficulty, she finally grabbed hold of a very naughty and mischievous Akita puppy. Kurenai quickly hugged the puppy tightly in her arms before she hurried over to the entrance of Nanako’s door. “Miss Nanako, is this puppy okay?” Nanako has just placed a pink cherry blossom jacket with a very feminine feel to it inside her suitcase at this time. She looked up at the puppy in Kurenai’s arms before she smiled and said, “Oh! It turns out to be Momotaro. To be honest, I really feel very reluctant to give Momotaro away…”