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Massive Tits

Sheep God

Undeterred, the sheep cried out and charged at the towering lizard. But the power difference was evident—they could barely harm it. Eventually, the massive lizard reached Skye. Controlled Limit Removal. The muscles on Skye’s body expanded as veins wriggled under his skin. Boom! Skye raised his arms, catching the giant lizard’s front limb. The ground beneath his feet shattered, forming a deep pit. Roar! The lizard howled and pressed harder, forcing Skye’s legs to bend slightly. Limit Removal. The skin on Skye’s arms and legs tore apart as he pulled one arm back and punched forward with explosive force. His entire arm disintegrated upon impact. "Graar!" The lizard’s front half lifted into the air before crashing to the ground. The surrounding sheep seized the opportunity, charging in and ramming into the downed lizard. In the blink of an eye, Skye appeared atop its head, his arms regenerated. He clenched both of his hands together into a fist and slammed it into the lizard’s skull. His arms exploded again. Bam! The back of the lizard’s head hit the ground, creating a crater. "Quite resilient," Skye muttered, repeating the attack. Boom! Explosions echoed across the battlefield. "Baa!" the sheep cried. "Hiss!" the lizards hissed, as the two sides clashed ferociously. Suddenly, a massive body flew through the air and landed in the center of the battlefield. It was the 15-meter-tall lizard—dead. _______ The story follows Skye and the flock of sheep as they continue to grow for billions of years and eventually rule the universe.
OFortuneO · 1.7K Views

Moonlit Sins

One day, a brave hunter, one night a menacing and feral werewolf seeking preys and lust. Michael is an ordinary young man who has been doing whatever he could to hunt for food for the small town he's from. His life has been relatively peaceful until the one night during which he ventures out of the village to offer his support to a much more experienced huntress than he was. Since someone of his rank not supposed to be so far from town after sun fall, this moonlit night horribly turns into the most traumatic moment of his life as he's attacked by a dark beast. From there, his entire world is turned upside down, nightmarishly becoming what cursed him forever. Michael now has to balance his life between being both a man and wolf. ---- Warning: This novel is for 18+. It contains sex scenes and erotic sequences. Tags: R18 - 18 - Smut - Monster(s) - Monster Girls - Milf - MILF - Beautiful - Mature - Sex Stories - Hentai - NSFW - Pregnancy - Incest - Domination Play - Sins - Big Tits - Large Breasts - Huge Boobs - Nipples - Lactation - Werewolves - Beasts - Bestiality. Twitter: https://twitter.com/CamilleJuteau Discord: https://discord.gg/tmGs3eEvfv Patreon if you wish to support my work (access to early chapters, steamy exclusive chapters, audio chapters, and NSFW illustrations): https://www.patreon.com/camillejuteau Editor & proofreader: [Note from the author: The cover is original. It was illustrated by one of my artists working on this project.]
CamilleJuteau · 214.5K Views

Slumbering Sloth

In a world where the powerful ruled with an iron fist, one boy was dealt the worst cards—first by fate, then by the world, and finally by an Outer God. With each passing moment, he spiraled deeper into a reality determined to break him. One day, as the pool of blood bubbled and rumbled in an ancient temple of malignance, a young man emerged from the depths. Beasts roared in a twisted symphony, and his body radiated a bloody strength that no one could contain. He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he got out from the blood pool: "I'm really not a Demon." One day, as the massive corpse of a dragon lay idle, it shriveled, losing all its grandeur and dignity. Its desecrated body pulsed with dark energy, and from its stomach erupted a sharp, tyrannical sword aura, cutting through the air with lethal precision. A figure emerged, his black robe now stained blood red, his blood-red vertical eyes gleaming with a demonic fire. As he stood, surrounded by the lingering aura of death, he thought, "I’m really not a Demon." One day, when the Blood Moon shone in all its glory, and the Demon Sect was at its peak, the Gates of the Demon Sect were shattered, and their Sect Halls lay in ruin. In the heart of their Demonic Lands, signs of a cataclysmic battle were evident. Corpses, scattered like broken dolls, piled upon each other to form a massive mound. Atop this heap of death sat a figure, calm and unperturbed, bathed in moonlight. His four eyes scanned the surroundings, and after a moment of contemplation, he thought rationally, "I only killed Demons, so that doesn’t really make me a Demon."
A_N_V · 8.8K Views
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