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Sage L. Morgan
Kneeling Before the Wolf (gay, werewolf, anal, rimming erotica)
Kneeling Before the Wolf (gay, werewolf, anal, rimming erotica)
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Drew's friends decide to build a bonfire on a camping trip, despite the national park's injunction against fires, and inadvertently catch the wrath of the mountain's guardian. When night falls and his friends fall asleep, it's Drew who must answer to the guardian, who turns out to be a fierce and well-endowed werewolf.
Warning: Contains mature language and sexual situations, including rimming, fellatio, and anal sex between a human and a werewolf. Intended for readers 18 and older.
Excerpt:
The creature stood about seven feet tall, balanced on two bony legs. His chest was narrow and tufted with fur, the ribs curving outward like a dog’s, but its arms were corded with muscle. He had hands like a man, only much larger, and tipped with long, talon-like claws. The face was hideous, caught in a permanent scowl, with dripping fangs, a wet nose, and leathery skin. He looked down on me with faded, yellow eyes.
“Mortal,” he growled. “You’ve desecrated my forest.”
“I—I didn’t do anything!”
“Was it not you who built that fire on the edge of my territory?”
“No. I mean, technically yes, but—”
The creature dropped down onto its hands and roared. I jumped back and tripped on a tree root, landing crookedly on my right hip. Pain reverberated in my bones and shot up my side.
“I wanted to put it out, but my friends wouldn’t let me!”
“Lies!” the creature spat.
“It’s the truth!”
“Then you shall lead me to your friends, and I will devour them instead of you.”
“No!” I scrambled back to my feet. “Please. It was an honest mistake. I’ll do
anything.”
His ears twitched, as if he were considering what I’d just said. His scowl loosened a bit. Emboldened, I took a step forward.
“If you let me go, I’ll tell everyone I can not to build fires in the forest.”
The creature sniffed dismissively, almost like a laugh. “Do you take me for a fool? I won’t let you go until you give me something in return.”
My heart rate quickened. “What? I’ll do anything.”
He narrowed his eyes. “It has been many seasons since I’ve mated…”
Instantly, my eyes drifted down to his crotch. As if aware of my gaze, his member slowly unsheathed itself from between his furry legs. In spite of my fear, my own rod gave a little jerk, answering its call.
Approximate length: 4,000 words. SHORT STORY
Warning: Contains mature language and sexual situations, including rimming, fellatio, and anal sex between a human and a werewolf. Intended for readers 18 and older.
Excerpt:
The creature stood about seven feet tall, balanced on two bony legs. His chest was narrow and tufted with fur, the ribs curving outward like a dog’s, but its arms were corded with muscle. He had hands like a man, only much larger, and tipped with long, talon-like claws. The face was hideous, caught in a permanent scowl, with dripping fangs, a wet nose, and leathery skin. He looked down on me with faded, yellow eyes.
“Mortal,” he growled. “You’ve desecrated my forest.”
“I—I didn’t do anything!”
“Was it not you who built that fire on the edge of my territory?”
“No. I mean, technically yes, but—”
The creature dropped down onto its hands and roared. I jumped back and tripped on a tree root, landing crookedly on my right hip. Pain reverberated in my bones and shot up my side.
“I wanted to put it out, but my friends wouldn’t let me!”
“Lies!” the creature spat.
“It’s the truth!”
“Then you shall lead me to your friends, and I will devour them instead of you.”
“No!” I scrambled back to my feet. “Please. It was an honest mistake. I’ll do
anything.”
His ears twitched, as if he were considering what I’d just said. His scowl loosened a bit. Emboldened, I took a step forward.
“If you let me go, I’ll tell everyone I can not to build fires in the forest.”
The creature sniffed dismissively, almost like a laugh. “Do you take me for a fool? I won’t let you go until you give me something in return.”
My heart rate quickened. “What? I’ll do anything.”
He narrowed his eyes. “It has been many seasons since I’ve mated…”
Instantly, my eyes drifted down to his crotch. As if aware of my gaze, his member slowly unsheathed itself from between his furry legs. In spite of my fear, my own rod gave a little jerk, answering its call.
Approximate length: 4,000 words. SHORT STORY
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