The sun rose over the City of Montreal, Quebec. It found Adam Des-Bois sound asleep. The young brother yawned and stretched in his king-sized bed. The guy was honestly and sincerely dead tired. All six feet four inches and two hundred and sixty three pounds of him. In the eyes of the world, he was many things. Quarterback of the Concordia University men's va...
It was nighttime, and Alex was walking on a grass path between a field by his house and the forest around it. The moon was full and lit the ground well. He was thinking about his ex-girlfriend. He thought about her seductive curves, her round, hard ass, and her D cup breasts. He felt his cock pushing against his pants. Then he looked at the bulge in his pa...
LadyD note: Hi guys! I barely worked on this one (just some editing for the first part in particular and maybe one page of writing), so it only seems right for the partner to make the note this time (partner in writing stories not... yeah!). Author's Note: Hello, Op3999 here. Valda is an original creation of LadyDefiant who I co-author these stories with, b...
The cold wind made the inn whistle as though it were singing a song of loss as Mitar adjusted his new collar at the foot of the bed, sneering at the elf who, for the first time since being captured, was falling asleep on a bed that was her own, and without the threat that she could, and probably would, be raped when the sun rose. The elf lay on her back, her...
*Continuation of the Howling* The Cabin 2200 Hours Within fifteen minutes the group has finally found the cabin, parking the vehicle adjacent to the wooded building the individuals inside started to emerge out of the vehicle and immediately grabbed their gear. "Carlos with me," Ken barked out, "let's check the cabin." Both men with their weapons at the...
In a lone castle up in the freezing mountains of Germany, Helga was chained to the cold stone wall of a dark dreary dungeon. In front of Helga was a sinister male figure leering at her helplessness. The woman with long locks of blonde hair sobbed heavily and then shrieked when huge masculine hands pawed her ample breasts for a moment before ripping her cloth...
My stories and characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for them. Who knows? Anyways, here is my latest offering. ~ Sydney Porter was a beautiful man. And at the age of 60 he looked closer to 28, due in part to eating just about anything he wanted in moderation, and frequently power walking two to three miles along the street...
It was a cold and lonely night in the forests of Kalterwald, with trees that whispered eerily in the wind and birds that sang somber notes. The moon hung high in the sky like a pale dinner plate, casting a dim glow over the trees, which in turn cast gloomy shadows on the forest floor. The only break in the tenebrous atmosphere was a small sphere of warm ligh...
Sara thought she knew all there was to know about being the mate to Jeremiah, the pack leader. She had never seen him in his true Werewolf form, part-man, part-wolf. Was her desire for Jeremiah strong enough for her to endure what was inevitably going to happen? ************************ This story does not reflect personal feelings, perspectives, beliefs...
It's been a long time since I posted the last chapter of Wolf Lake. I want to thank all of you that have made this a favorite series and that continue to send me requests for the next chapter ~ here it is! As always, comments are appreciated. I hope you like it! ***** "Sam, you can't go." Nafarius stood, hands on hips, watching as his mate threw her cloth...