Me-She 4 (my supernatural gender swap): Alpha Werewolf Erotica / Me-She (ePub)

Me-She 4 (my supernatural gender swap): Alpha Werewolf Erotica

Tyler wanted the Power of the Werewolf-but didn't realize what it would cost him. The Native American magic of the Skinwalkers gave Tyler what he sought -but he is now a she--and as beautiful in her wolf form as she is in her human one. She has drawn the attention of the Pack Leaders of two different Clans. Both of them want her to give them a new generation of pure blood wolf children. Tonight one will Call Challenge on the other and Tyler will never be the same again.

(An adults only story of sizzling sexy Supernatural Gender Swap. Includes scenes of gender bender sex, oral sex, penetration, masturbation, male to female transformation, female to male transformation, and reluctant breeding dubcon.)

Excerpt:

"You were using Pauline as your spy, weren't you?" Klaus' voice was emotionless, which sounded a lot more deadly than him screaming at Elias. I could feel Pauline inching towards me, a raw energy dancing around her. Oh, crap, some people would be turned on by anything. Who got off on this sort of thing? Well, OK, I was feeling my own libido take off, but these days that would happen at the fall of a leaf, or dropping some ice cubes into my glass. My arousal bar was set pretty low. I guess Werewolfing hadn't changed that. "You couldn't just ask me about the Skinwalker magic?"

"Would you have answered me honestly?" Elias was standing tall and elegant. He showed no fear and almost little concern with Klaus standing across the room. "The Skinwalker belts provide you a harem of fertile females that will let you breed as many pups as you want. Presto-chango-all the males become female and all competition is eliminated. Very neat package. No drawbacks as far as you're concerned. Until another alpha shows up. How convenient you put everything together for me to grab and go."

I met Pauline's eyes. "So being bred isn't some sort of polite metaphor for something, huh?" I flicked my gaze back to the two alphas who were starting to give off some sort of sparks. That was new. Always something to learn.

"At the end of the day, a Pack Leader is pretty primal. Eat, screw, breed. Either one can pass as a son of Mitt Romney, but their priority comes down to a litter. It's one of the awful things about being a bitch. I'm just a womb with a view. Welcome to my world, Tyler. Look forward to spending the next few decades barefoot and pregnant." She looked back at the two alphas who were frozen in place. "For all of our history, every god-damned female was fed a constant diet of how lucky we were to carry the seed of our line. We were so friggin special, and blessed. Then we found out how to work the Internet and realized it was all one big sack of shit and lies. You wonder why I'm angry all the time. My only function is to pop out pups. My only purpose is to please and support an alpha. I might as well put on a burkah." She looked at me, her eyes filling up with golden color. "I'm better than that. So are you."