Okay! It’s time for Your Hump Day Hump! And unedited NC-17 M/F snippit from the up and coming Changeling release How Not to Date a Bear. WOOT!

Gillian didn’t remember much of the trip to her place. She knew it involved him carrying her out to a car and then her giving a driver her address that he prodded her for.
And she remembered sitting in his lap throughout the trip there, loath to let go of the living teddy bear that she had found. With her face buried in his neck, licking and nibbling at his flesh, she had never been happier.
And what was better was the large bulge of his cock, heated and growing, pressed against her stomach.
He was going to be a lot to take in, but it would be so damn worth it.
“Gillian,” he interrupted her nuzzling by running his hands thought her hair, tugging at he back of it to send a painfully delicious thrill running through her.
“Mmm?” she questioned, lifting up heavy eyelids to stare at him.
“We are here.”
“Good,” she purred, tightening her hold on him.
“You want to let me go?”
“No.”
On that she was firm. She was not letting go of her sweet treats until she had him where she wanted him.
So he slipped out of the car with her wrapped in his arms and his shirt in his hands. “We are in the middle of nowhere,” he pointed out. “You still want to do this? I could be dangerous.”
“God yeah,” she purred, his concern tipping something in her. Suddenly he was more appealing than before.
But—but he was right. This man was a stranger. So she closed her eyes and did what generations of Leekey woman had done when making life-altering decision. She closed her mind and allowed her instincts to take control. She concentrated on Declan, this thick muscular body, the perfect hair, the expressive eyes and impressive bulge…
When she opened her eyes, she found that her mouth was latched onto his left nipple, her hands digging into the caps of his shoulders, her hips riding the bulge that kept growing.
Decision made. She pulled off of the swollen peak of his nipple and looked up at him with a smile she knew was goofy, but she really didn’t care. He tasted like honey and vanilla and sunshine.
His own eyes were glazed, the pupils blown wide with arousal and he was rocking that bulge against all the right parts.
“I’m glad you want me to stay,” he breathed then turned to the driver.
He bent and said something to the driver in what she assumed was Russian and giggled as he jostled her to check his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and waved it at the unknown driver with a grin before saying in English, “Tell Theo that I am fine and that I can be contacted in the event of an emergency.”
The driver answered again in Russian before Declan slammed the door shut and then those mysterious green eyes were staring into hers.
“Shall we do this?” he asked, his voice dropping into that growl that make her body shiver.
“Lets,” she whispered reaching into her bag for her key.
The trip into the house was a blur because he buried her face in his neck and was busily attempting to put as many hickies there as she could, marking her property, she thought with an evil smirk.
Her safety phone was plucked out of the back of her skirt and placed with careful hands on the bedside table by Declan who made sure it was easily accessible.
His phone was placed beside it and then she was tossed onto the bed.
“May I?” he asked, his hands reaching for hr blouse, his fingers caressing the soft skin of her stomach where the shirt had ridden up.
“Oh yeah,” Gillian breathed, lifting her arms up and arching prettily beneath his gaze. The faster they were naked, the faster she could get his hands all over her body and return the favor.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, his fingers trailing up her sides, pushing up her favorite silk blouse up until it trapped her arms above her head. “So much pretty brown skin to touch.”
“Let my hands—“
“No,” he interrupted her. “I want to explore you.”
His fingers traced the edge of her bra, his fingertips skimming the sensitive flesh before he lowered his head and began to lick at her skin.
Gooseflesh broke out over her chest as his five o’clock shadow braded her skin of her breasts.
“Let me,” she breathed, her eyes tearing as she ground her hips up against his. He was so hot, so hard; she could feel him separated from her by the sopping wet material of her panties and his pants.
She looked down in and sucked in a sharp breath as she saw those green eyes glittering up at her, glittering as his rough pink tongue lapped at her flesh.
“You taste hot,” he breathed, his warm breath causing shivers as it wafted over her damp flesh. Her hips thrust themselves up and a moan pulled from her throat. “I like your flavor. I would have more…”
He trailed off as, his eyes still holding hers, he placed his hot mouth right over a hardening nipple and sucked at it right through her bra.
She bit her lip and hissed at the intense feeling of heat and wet silk caressing her flesh. She struggled, only to have him hold her fast to the bed with one huge hand on her stomach.
She opened her mouth to complain, but that hand began to caress the soft skin there, tearing a moan form her mouth as the intense heat of his touch went straight to the core of her.
“Be still,” he breathed even as he rose up on his knees above her. His eyes glittered a deep green as he loomed, as he ran his hands over his chest, plucking at his own nipples.
“I want to touch,” Gillian breathed, licking at her bottom lip as her whole body shook in hunger. She wanted him. She needed him to fill her, to drive out the emptiness and loneliness that seemed to be a part of her.
No matter how wonderful the relationship she was in, it always seemed lacking somehow.
And in the few moments she had now with him, these few moments left her fulfilled in a way that she had never been before. It made her needy and anxious for more. It was a scary thing, feeling this vulnerable before someone, a virtual stranger, but there was something so arousing in that vulnerability. She felt powerful as she stared up at him, longing in her eyes true, but a demand there as well.
He would take her, he would pleasure her, he would fulfill her because she demanded it.
As if he could read her thoughts, his head dropped a little and his hands went to his pants.
Gillian watched, breath hitching as he undid the button and the zipper holding those stylish pants in place. He looked up at her form between lowered lashes, a sly grin spreading across his face, before he pushed his pants down to his knees.
“Where—oh my—damn!” Gillian gasped as he sprang free. Obviously he didn’t believe in underwear, she decided as she watched the broad red head of his cock pull free from its protective cowl. He was uncircumcised. It was different, but not anything that she had never seen before. He was also a thick pillar of blood-flushed ivory springy from a neat thatch of course looking pubic hair.
That would feel so good pressing against her clit, she thought, but then she took in the sheer length and girth of the man.
She instinctively spread her legs wider as if to make room for him as he slithered off the bed to toss his clothing aside.
His thick thighs were kissed with the same dark hair that covered his chest in teasing swirls and whirls.
She was panting as he crawled back onto the bed, his hands reaching under her skirt to ease her wet panties down and off her legs.
“You smell—“ he began, lifting her panties to his face and taking a hard sniff before tossing them over her shoulder, “– edible.”
Gillian gasped, sliding her knees up as his hands ran over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His huge hands caressed her, massaged her, relaxing her even as he eased her legs apart wider.
Then there was the brush of his five o’clock shadow against the crease where thigh met groin and his long tongue was lapping at her there.
“God,” Gillian breathed out, closing her eyes, her head going back into her pillows. She could feel her wetness leaking from her body hot and thick ad knew that he could see her, smell her, and if he moved any closer, taste how much she desired him.
He moaned in agreement, before he eased her skirt back to her waist and pulled back a little to look at her.
“You shaved everything off,” She could feel the warm puffs of breath against her and her thighs clamped around his head. It was a reaction she could not help, a plea for him to caress her with more than his words. “I like this.”
“Then show me,” she gasped, not at all amazed by her boldness. She was also demanding in bed and he was just about to find out how much.

It’s time for your Hump Day Hump! This is from my upcoming M/M/M release Chemicals Between Us by Changeling Press!

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“Operation Fuck a Wolf in full effect!” Iluq declared.
“Iluq!”
“What?” Iluq grinned, delighting at the shocked creature that was his twin. This was the most emotion Atka had shown in a long time, and Iluq was more than pleased.
“His name is Zadine,” Atka insisted, but Iluq waved his words away with a shrug.
“Zadine, hot wolf, whatever.” Iluq tugged on his brother’s hand and pulled him faster.
Ghost-like, they floated on top of the snow. Using a bit of fox magic so they would not sink in, they moved surely and steadily towards Zadine’s den.
For the purpose of midnight seduction, both Atka and Iluq had donned matching leather tunics rife with stitch work in blue and turquoise at the neck and sleeves. Beautiful beadwork created patterns at the chest and collar of each tunic. The rich, white leather was a specialty of their skulk and was soft as the down on a newly born pup. Beneath this, they both wore the traditional double layered black leggings. On their feet were huge, furry, thigh-high white kamiks. The thick, watertight boots were a staple of Inuit culture and especially beloved by the fox brothers, as they emulated their furry fox feet when in true form.
Thus clothed in their handmade finery instead of magic, they crested the snow bank that marked the beginning of the wolf’s — of Zadine’s — property.
“Maybe we should have sent a message,” Atka began. “It’s kind of rude to just show up.”
“We are paying a visit to say sorry and welcome to Last Chance, enjoy your stay,” Iluq explained again. “It is not in poor taste to do this.”
“But it may be in poor taste to seduce him.”
“We are making his year,” Iluq explained yet again. “Everybody has a fantasy about hot twins.” He tossed his black hair over his shoulder. “Everybody knows this.”
“I don’t have a fantasy about twins,” Atka grumbled.
“That’s because you are one.” Iluq stopped and stared at his silver-haired brother. “Have you changed your mind?”
“No.” Atka seemed to stiffen his shoulders and gather his resolve. “I have not changed my mind.”
“Good.” Iluq nodded, sniffling at the delicious smell that seemed to surround the fox’s den. “Because I think this will be fun.”
His words were distracted, he knew, but now that he had resolved to sleep with the wolf, the scent was doing things to his insides.
When he had confronted the wolf before, half his aggression was because the up-close scent of the male turned him on. Only true fear for his brother’s safety kept him for gaining a truly rock-breaking erection. And when his brother’s safety had been determined and the good nature of the wolf acknowledged, he had to hightail it out of the area or he would have embarrassed himself by humping the wolf’s leg.
Never before had a scent hit him so powerfully.
He would have gone back and tried his own seduction of the wolf, but he had scented his brother’s attraction to the red-haired male. He was not so selfish as to begrudge his brother his first infatuation in years, but not altruistic enough to let go of all claim.
The wolf was big. There would be enough to go around.
“I — I can’t help but be a little nervous,” Atka admitted, sniffing the air around them. Even though he hid it, the scent of the wolf was getting to him, as well. “This is an unknown for me.”
“Relax,” Iluq chided. “It’s only sex. Remember that.”
Before they could converse further, a throat cleared, and both foxes turned to see the wolf in question standing before them.
“Oh, hello,” Iluq spoke, moving to stand before the wolf, dragging his brother along. “We’re back.”
“I can see that.” Zadine spoke softly, his accented voice sending tremors through Iluq’s body. He looked over at his brother and saw that Atka was entranced by Zadine’s appearance.
“We came to make amends,” Iluq explained as Atka stared at the wolf in open-mouthed amazement. “I felt bad about the snowball and attacking you, so my brother and I came over to deliver you a meal.” He gestured to the pack on his brother’s back. “May we come inside?”
“By all means, yes.” Zadine smiled, stepping back and waving his hand in the air. A ball of light that Iluq would have named foxfire had Zadine not been a wolf, lit up the path. “I was just considering a meal when I heard you both from below.”
“You heard us?” Atka asked, a flush lighting his cheeks.
“What big ears I have, remember?” The wolf chuckled and Atka flushed darker.
Then Zadine did something unexpected. He stepped over to Atka and reached one long-fingered hand out to touch his hair. “It’s silver,” he whispered. Then he looked to Iluq, his head tilted to the side in question.
“It’s an emotional thing,” Iluq explained, as it seemed his brother was struck mute. Not that Iluq could blame him. The wolf was beautiful.
Standing there in a pair of low-slung tight black jeans and a long sleeved, white T-shirt, his muscular form was plain to see. Zadine’s hair was a mass of large, loose curls that tumbled to his shoulders. As the wolf turned his head to look back at Atka, Iluq could see that the stripe of black that signaled his mane had carried on in his human form.
His face was just as beautiful; strong, cleft chin, wide cheekbones, large, black eyes. Zadine was exotic perfection large enough for Iluq to share with his brother.
“An emotional thing?” Zadine asked. “If it’s not too personal.”
“If you take us where it is warm –” Atka finally broke out of his stupor enough to speak. “– I just might share the tale.”
Nodding, Zadine took one last look at the two of them and then gestured for them to follow him into his den. Iluq watched for a moment as Zadine walked away, and as his well-rounded cheeks shifted beneath the material of his jeans, he had to hold back a groan.
He looked over at his brother and noted that Atka was doing the exact same thing. In fact, his brother looked over at him and grinned.
Yeah, they were both on the same page now.
The wolf wouldn’t know what had hit him.

It’s the Hump Day Hump… a funny PG moment from my upcoming M/M/M release, Foxy, Chemicals Between Us.. from Changeling press! *g* Meet the Maned Wolf and his Foxes!

“What is that intriguing scent?” He spoke softly to himself as he reached for his jacket and moved toward the den opening. He poked his head out and took a cautious look around.
There was nothing there… but there was a scent. It was powerful and lingering. It smelled like cold fire and ice, things that normally wouldn’t interest him at all. But it was drawing him in. He sniffed harder, his long, red hair falling around his face as he scrambled out of his home and made his way through the cleared land in front of his den.
Cautiously, he stepped toward the snow, pulling his jacket on and trying to hold back the shivers that threatened to shake his whole body. The scent seemed to elude him, tousling his curls and exposing the broad, black stripe that ran from the crown of his head back toward his neck.
He looked left and right and, as far as his eyes could see, there was nothing but melting, crunchy snow. But something had to be there! He could feel it. His cock had begun to harden the moment he caught a good whiff of that scent, and now his heart was beginning to pick up in tempo.
His — his mate? It had to be his mate!
His whole countenance brightened. He had come so far only to find her this soon! This was beyond amazing! This was a blessing of untold proportions! He eagerly turned toward the place where the scent was the strongest. He threw his head back and opened his mouth to let out a triumphant yell when it struck him.
A compact ball of frozen snow impacted with his face, immediately sending him into a coughing fit that threatened to knock his lungs loose.
“W-wh-cough-wha –?” His eyes watered as he scrambled backward to find purchase, only to step into the snow. If it wasn’t for the thick layer of snow, he was quite sure his ass wouldn’t have bounced so hard when it hit the ground.
Well, that effectively ended his coughing problem. He couldn’t cough when there was no air in his lungs. Wheezing, he curled into a fetal ball and wondered what he had done to deserve this.
It was out of sheer instinct that he shifted. The air around him shimmered with heat as he instinctively drew on the magic within him. There was a tug on his central core and then, where there once lay a man, now lay a red-gold creature, lifting its nose and sniffing in the wind.
And what his senses now told him made his heart leap with joy. His instincts were correct. His mate was here.
* * *
Atka and Iluq froze, watching the man writhe in the snow before a teasing scent of rich musk and exotic flowers filled the air. Then, where a rather striking, swarthy redhead once lay, there now was a creature of undetermined origins.
It looked kind of like a fox, but then it didn’t. It was confusing to say the least.
It shifted to its feet on long, black legs, the bright color of its body blending seamlessly with the long appendages. The large, triangle-shaped ears perked up, tilted toward the small shuffling sounds it heard. Its nose twitched as if its sense of smell was much more keen in his primary form. A long, red-gold mane with a distinctive black stripe ran down its back. The fluffy, white underfur flashed as it lifted its tail, alert and watching.
“Oh,” Iluq gasped, backing up as he stared at the poor thing before them. “It’s a deformed fox! Our neighbor is a deformed fox.”
“It is not,” Atka countered, looking worriedly at the strange creature sniffing in their direction.
He knew it was nigh impossible for them to be seen in their shifted forms, as they blended so well into the snow in the embankment where they hid. But somehow he knew the beast was staring right at them.
“It was probably rejected by its skulk.”
“What?” Atka tore his eyes away from the creature to stare at his twin. “What are you on about?”
“Look at it!” his brother demanded, never taking his eyes away from the creature, though his nose twitched in curiosity. It wasn’t fear or disgust in his voice — more like fascination. “Look! What fox has legs that long?”
“Well –”
“Or ears like that?”
“Maybe –”
“Or is that tall? I am telling you, that creature isn’t right! It’s not exactly gross or anything, but it’s not normal either. Do you think it’s catching? Maybe it’s like those human zombie movies! One bite and suddenly we’re all chasing after others for brains.”
“Brains?” Sometimes his brother was too much to take. “If it’s after brains, then you have nothing to worry about.”
“It’s not a bad-looking thing. Kind of cute now that I look at it more closely –” Iluq leaned forward, nose twitching in excitement as his tail waggled back and forth. “It smells kind of nice too — for a horribly mutated creature bent on sucking our souls and our brains out of our bodies. Maybe we can reason with it, offer it virgins or tourists or something to satisfy its hunger for human flesh.”
“Maybe it’s not a fox –”
“Inbreeding!” his bother retorted, his eyes shining. “Of course, it’s an inbred fox. It has to be. Only a fox has a nose like that, Atka. And that body — it may be overly large, but talk about perfect comportment. And that tail is so big and fluffy –” He stopped, blinked twice, and then shook himself as if knocking away some really bad thoughts. “Anyway, there have always been rumors that if you mate with your own sister and your kit becomes your own nephew, making you your own uncle, you grow three eyes, two heads, and six legs. Stuff like that.”
“He doesn’t — three eyes and six legs?”
“Just four overly long, skinny black ones. And those big ears — makes him look like a bat. Still, something just ain’t right, Atka. And I’m telling you, he’s not natural.” Iluq paused a moment, his nose still twitching with his revelations. “He could be dangerous, or… Let’s get closer.”
“What?” If Atka had been in human form, his eyebrows would have been in his hairline. “We can’t –”
“We have to! The fate of the whole skulk is in our hands. The whole fate of Last Chance is in our paws. What if there are more of them? We must discover its origins and its secrets and — and –”
“And what?”
“I don’t know!”
He had never seen Iluq quite so frazzled. But before his brother could say another word, the creature’s whole body jerked as if struck. Its gaze shot in their direction and focused in on them.
“I-Iluq –” Atka stammered.
“Run, Atka!” His bother suddenly gasped, taking a step back. “The unnatural beast sees us! Run for your life! Run for your brains!”
Then Iluq was gone, leaving behind only his brother and the puffs of snow he kicked up as he raced away. Atka blinked and turned to get another look at their neighbor creature, then froze. “Oh, dear.”
There was a pair of amber eyes inches from his muzzle. And they didn’t look amused.
This was seriously not turning out to be a great day.

Here is your NC 17 rated M/M Hump Day Hump… From the LRC Best Paranormal of 2011 Nominated How Now to Date a Fae….. Here’s Cailte and Ario! *g*

 

“Shower,” Cailte purred. “Oh, I liked that.” He stared, still utterly fascinated, at the cascade of water flowing from the wide, round head that hung suspended above them in the tiny glass room. “I thought you would,” Ario chucked, his body still tingling. With a stupid grin on his face, he shut off the water and reached for a large towel sitting on his bathroom counter. “Even the Romans could not produce such wonders as this.” “Hmm,” Ario murmured, making motions for the giant to move toward him. “I am teaching you, young one.” Cailte chuckled, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist and pulling him to his wet body, ignoring the towel Ario held. “You should pay attention.” “I am paying attention, old, dusty one.” Ario smiled. He felt relaxed, truly relaxed, for the first time in years. “Well, I have been paying attention as well, lover.” Cailte gently pulled the towel from Ario’s hands and began to pat his lover dry. “Is it a custom to remove the body hair here?” His hands moved over Ario’s groin, soaking away tiny silver drips of water while touching the still bloated base of Ario’s hairless cock and gently cupping the equally denuded balls while his free hand ran over Ario’s face. “A habit from my youth.” Ario blushed, staring down at Cailte’s body, partially denuded of hair by his hand. “And you decided to share?” “I am not used to red hair.” Ario repeated his comment from earlier before reaching for a second towel. He reached up and wrapped the towel around Cailte’s head. “So you removed it?” “Yes.” He shook his head and looked down. “I apologize for my actions.” “Growing back is going to itch like a son of a bitch,” Cailte complained. Ario could not help the smile that filled his face. His Cailte was so accommodating, he thought, stepping back and briskly drying off the man. “One grows used to it or one continues to shave.” Ario sounded smug, he knew. In response, Cailte spun him around and swatted his full ass, just once. “Respect your elders.” Cailte chuckled, watching as Ario twisted around to look down at the light pink mark that rose on his ass before fading away. “If they do something that warrants respect.” Ario snorted, using the towel he had dried Cailte off with to dry his long hair, a wicked grin pulling at his lips. “I thought that I earned that respect, lad.” Cailte laughed outright. “In that pallet on the floor and in this shower.” “Mmm.” Ario nodded as he strode from the room, a still-dripping Cailte on his heels. “Perhaps.” “Perhaps, he says,” Cailte muttered as they bypassed the guest room and entered the master bedroom. “Oh, hey!” He stopped at the door and just looked around. Ario’s bedroom was an indulgence for him, the only place where he chose to drop his Japanese minimalist design scheme and just go with what felt right. What felt right was the huge, cast-iron head- and footboard on his California king-sized bed. The bed was heaped with so many pillows they spilled off and onto the dark, carpeted floor. Instead of a dresser, there was a huge walk-in closet. “Nice room,” Cailte breathed, and Ario turned to watch him walk over to the huge bed and press down on the mattress. Cailte’s eyes took in the ceremonial katana sets on the walls and the low bench that sat against the far wall across from the bed. “Thank you.” Ario dived into his closet and emerged quickly, wearing a loose pair of boxer shorts and a button-up cotton shirt. “Now if you are done dripping on my floor…” He walked over and grabbed the towel that was still around Cailte’s head and began to dry his massive body once more. “I like it that you’ve dressed, lover,” Cailte purred, reaching around Ario and pulling him up against his still nude body. “One of the best things in the world is to be undressed by your lover.” Cailte ran his hands through Ario’s damp hair as Ario’s motions with the towel slowed, then stopped completely. “I have never been undressed by a lover.” Cailte paused in the unbuttoning of Ario’s shirt to stare in open-mouthed amazement at his longhaired lover. “Never?” “Never.” Ario blew out a breath that ruffled the strands of hair hanging in his face. “Why?” Cailte tilted his head to the side, his purple eyes curious. He pressed the palms of his hands to his lover’s chest, feeling his warm skin and the beating of his mending heart beneath his hands. “I guess they thought I wasn’t worth it.” His eyes closed, and he leaned into Cailte’s touch, enjoying the press of skin against him. “Then they were fools,” Cailte snarled, his eyes narrowing at the thought of Ario’s previous consorts. “How dare they…?” “Hey!” The warm palm caressing the rough stubble on his face stopped Cailte’s tirade before it could really begin. “Hey,” Ario repeated, a small smile spreading across his lips as he stared up at his new lover. “I never really complained.” He sighed, looking a bit sheepish. “I mean, I did what I had to do, and you know…” He blushed. “That is no excuse!” “But I really didn’t care about them,” Ario insisted. “So it didn’t matter to me who stripped who so long as the job was done.” “You truly cared for none of them?” Cailte asked, running his hands over Ario’s chest. “Truly?” “Not all of them…” Ario paused in his speaking, his eyes going a bit hazy as if he was lost momentarily in thoughts of the past. “But the ones I… I endured for, they were the ones that frightened me the most.” “Because you cared,” Cailte divined. “You… you frighten me.” “Because you care?” The grin that spread across Cailte’s face was too big to be hidden. “You care about me, little Ario.” “I am willing to have sex with you,” Ario began, but the kiss that was pressed to his lips stopped any more words from spilling forth. And Cailte took advantage, thrusting his tongue deep into his lover’s sweet mouth, diving his tongue along his back teeth and tickling the roof of his mouth. “I want to feel…” Ario didn’t realize he had spoken out loud until Cailte drew back, just a little, his eyes sparking with hope. He moaned as Cailte bent low and paused, breathing him in, his lips barely touching those of his lover. “I — I —” Ario stammered, shuddering at each soft press of lips, his heart racing, his palms sweating, his knees growing weak. And hope — horrific, beautiful, derisive hope — was once more building rainbows in his mind and pressure in his chest. “Ario?” Panting from their near kiss, Cailte breathed his name. His hand surrounded that most precious face, holding it so their gazes locked. “So you feel me?” he demanded, pressing against Ario’s growing erection, tearing a moan from his throat. “Do you feel me, Ario?” he all but growled. “Yes.” The word was muffled as Ario buried his face in Cailte’s neck, inhaling the rich scents of soap and musk. “I feel you. Kami-sama, do I feel you.” And then there was no stopping Ario. He leaned back as Cailte pushed his shirt from his body to flutter to the floor at their feet, and then he reached out and took his lover — his lover — into his arms. He moved backwards, Cailte following closely as they moved to the bed. “Here.” Ario shivered as he tugged Cailte. “I need you here.” “Gods, take what you need, lover,” Cailte growled, reaching out and lifting Ario completely off the ground, surprising him by his show of strength. Cailte deposited him on his back on the bed. Ario’s boxers were torn from his body and tossed aside as he scrambled to his knees. “I want this,” he breathed as Cailte joined him, getting so close that Cailte’s cock pressed high above his navel while his own pressed against Cailte’s warm thigh. His arms went around the taller man’s neck, and he pulled his lover’s mouth to his. “I will have this.” “Without pain or fear,” Cailte whispered in his ear before suckling at the lobe, drawing a growling moan from Ario. Then it was all about exploration. Ario’s hands roamed over the pale flesh set before him like a present, and he treated Cailte like the gift he was perceived to be. He squeezed the hard, rounded shoulders and arms of a man who had wielded a sword for years. His chest was a feast of hills and valleys that were warm and firm to the touch. Cailte’s pink nipples responded to his touch, growing even harder as he lowered his head and sucked at them. “Whatever you want, lover mine,” Cailte gasped, moaning as his head dropped back, leaving himself open and vulnerable to whatever ministrations Ario wished to visit upon him. “Lay down.” The command in Ario’s voice was clear as his green eyes dilated, his lashes at half-mast. “I want to see what my diligence has awarded me.” Chuckling, Cailte allowed himself to fall back on the bed, his hair fanning damply around his head. He spread his arms wide and thrust his hips up, the glistening tip of his pink cock waving gently as he moved. “Hopefully, I’ll get more than a rub-off. That was nice in the shower, lover, but now I am hungry for something more substantial.” “The warm-up,” Ario promised as he closed his eyes and let his magic flow to the surface of his skin. He had not done this in so long just because he wanted to — he was almost giddy just from gathering the power. He felt his skin tingle as he leaned over Cailte, noting that his lover’s breathing had hitched when he called upon his magic. It seemed that whatever force existed within his lover was compatible with his, and that would make this loving all the more special. He started by running his magically armed hands up Cailte’s thighs, watching as the man moaned and spread his legs further, giving Ario access to all his most vulnerable spots. “Perfect.” Ario paused to toss his hair behind his shoulders so that it would not hamper his movements as he again ran his hands over his lover’s corded thighs. “You are perfect, Cailte mac Ronan.” “Not so much, love.” Cailte’s voice was reedy as he answered. “Not perfect. Just perfect for you right now.” “Yes,” Ario agreed, lowering his head to breathe on Cailte’s cock, his erection throbbing in sympathy as it jerked and a thin, clear spurt of precum rolled down his length. “Just perfect.” “Well?” Cailte lifted his head to glare down into Ario’s eyes. “Are you gonna suck it or talk to it?” “Both.” And Ario just sucked the whole thing down his throat… without gagging. “Taranis’ left nut!” Cailte cried out, eyes wide in amazement, and Ario had to pull off his cock with his laughter. When was the last time he had laughed in bed? “I’m not complaining, lad,” Cailte urged. “I am not complaining. It was a compliment to your skill!” This time Ario rested his head on his lover’s thigh as his laughter overcame him. Every time he looked up into that pleading face, he had to chuckle just a little bit more. “Ario, m’love?” “Mmm, yes?” Ario giggled, looking over at his lover’s extremely large, swollen balls. They looked like fun… “If I ask nicely would you… Never mind!” Cailte paused in his imploring as Ario leaned over and sucked first one and then the other ball into his mouth, laving the wrinkled skin of his sac with his wet, rough tongue. “You keep on doing what feels good.” Cailte’s head dropped back to the pillows as Ario rose up on his knees, his ass waggling in the air as he set out to pleasure his lover. He sucked and nipped at the balls, bring his hands into play to push Cailte’s thighs wider and to heft the mass of his scrotum in his palms. Ario worshiped his lover’s most vulnerable spots, caressing them, teasing him, and giving them just enough roughness to cause an ache and not true pain. Soon he had to hold Cailte’s hips still as the man began to writhe on the bed. “Mine!” Ario intercepted him as Cailte’s hands went to his leaking cock, stopping the man before he could get more than one good stroke in. “I’m dying here, lad,” Cailte whined, lifting his head to stare down at him again. “Please?” “You only had to ask.” Ario’s voice was husky in his desire, and he used that as a sexual weapon as well. It worked, because Cailte’s eyes all but rolled in their sockets as he closed them worshipfully. He gripped his lover’s cock by the base, and after giving it a teasing lick, swallowed the whole thing down. Cailte moaned, his hips thrusting upwards shallowly. His hands went to Ario’s hair, gently rubbing at his scalp, showing his appreciation with his caresses. “So beautiful, m’lover,” he drawled, and Ario had to agree. He looked up the long line of Cailte’s pale body, noted the closed eyes, the lips barely parted in his passion, the way he seemed to give his whole being up to this act. Slowly he lifted his head, his tongue playing with the length of his lover’s cock, nibbling at the foreskin with his teeth before he swallowed it deeply again. As he did this, he slid his fingers inside his mouth, collecting the slick mixture of his saliva and his lover’s seminal fluids before he lowered his fingers below his lover’s jerking balls to his tight, puckered opening. He circled his finger around Cailte’s anus, looking for a positive reaction. And when his lover only moaned louder and spread his legs farther, Ario took that as permission to continue. He slid his finger into his lover up to the first knuckle and watched as the man jerked and began to curse in some language Ario could not understand. He recognized his name, and as he searched out and pressed on his lover’s prostate, Cailte began chanting his name louder and louder. “Right there, lover,” Cailte was gasping as Ario swallowed him to the hilt and began to play with his gland. “Mmm, right there. Keep doing that.” So Ario played with him, swallowing around his thick shaft as he fucked him slowly with his finger. Soon one finger became two, and when Cailte demanded more, Ario pulled away. “Ario?” Cailte asked, sitting up a bit as Ario slid his fingers free. “Just getting something.” Ario smiled, watching as Cailte’s gaze moved to his red cock, the tip glistening with his precum. “Hurry back.” He dropped his head back to the pillows and began to fist his cock, running his fingers under the foreskin as he lifted one foot to rest flat on the bed, spreading himself even further open before Ario’s stunned gaze. Ario all but ran to his closet to pull out a bottle of massage oil and a condom. He considered the condom for a second, then tossed it back into the dresser. He was clean, and he doubted that a man as old as his Cailte, not to mention magical, would have any diseases to pass on. He returned to see Cailte getting into his jerk-off session, his hips thrusting up into his fist as his free hand ran over his chest, tugging at his nipples. “Keep going,” Ario all but panted as he moved to the bed, popping open the bottle of oil as he drew closer. “I like to watch.” And he watched as Cailte arched his hips into each pump, as his silvery, slick precum slid down his shaft and fingers. A cherry-red flush began to flow up from his shoulders and neck until his whole face was nearly glowing in heat. Cailte licked his lips and tilted his head toward Ario. “Come… here.” And Ario was on him in a flash, spreading oil over his fingers before dropping the bottle beside Cailte’s hip. He brushed Cailte’s hands away and held his lover down as he slid two fingers in deep. “I — I take this… oh, gods, Ario… to mean… Uhh, to mean that… you… gonna fuck me?” he ended in a rush, both his hands tangling in Ario’s hair and pulling him down for a kiss. Cailte ate at his mouth. He nipped, licked, and suckled and did everything he could to convey the pleasure he was feeling to Ario. “For a little while.” Ario pulled back far enough to say before lowering his head and latching onto a nipple, biting and sucking as two fingers became three. Soon, Ario was slicking up his dick and pulling back to line himself up with Cailte’s reddened hole. “Easy, now.” Cailte soothed both of them, wrapping one leg around Ario’s waist and spreading the other out to the side. “I havena done this for some time.” “You will feel no pain at my hands,” Ario assured him, flexing his magic to the loosened hole, ensuring that Cailte would feel nothing but growing desire from this taking. And then he was sliding in, cursing softly under his breath as the tight, silken heat of his lover’s ass enveloped him. “Cailte!” he moaned as his lover’s leg tightening around his waist, drawing him closer. He forced his eyes to remain on his lover’s face, noting the flush had gotten deep and that he was panting and open-mouthed, but there was no pain painted across his face. He pulled out shallowly and then slid back in, gritting his teeth to resist the urge to just slam deep into Cailte’s heat. But he moved slowly, pulling out and sliding in, inches at a time until his full length was buried in his lover’s ass. “Gods, big dick.” Cailte opened his eyes to smile up at his lover. “Stretching me out, lover. Filling me up.” Ario’s answer was to grip Cailte’s cock, which had softened a bit during his entry, and stroke it hard. Cailte’s erection came back with a vengeance, and he was soon grinding down on Ario’s hard dick. Ario tried not to hold his breath as wave after wave of intense ecstasy ran through his body. He rocked his hips, trying to keep a comfortable tempo, but his lover was blowing his control with his expressive face showing nothing but bliss, with the way he sweetly submitted to him. The way he left his body open and vulnerable to his erotic attack, the way he openly showed his pleasure in loud grunts… it was all too much for Ario. Sooner than he wanted, he found himself increasing his tempo, and he slammed rapidly in and out of his lover’s body. “Harder, lover!” Cailte was groaning, his head pushing back deep into the pillows. “So deep, so good!” Moaning, Ario rose enough to move one hand to grope for the bottle of oil. He managed to pop open the top again and spray oil over his fingers. He bent over and pressed his fingers to his ass, sinking them deep. “Gods, I felt that,” Cailte gasped, his eyes opening wide as he lifted his head to see behind his lover. “Ario, what are you doing?” In answer, Ario pulled out of his lover and moved to straddle his chest. “Need… I — I — so empty!” he gasped, dropping his head so that his nearly dry hair flowed free, hiding his face. “Want you inside…” Before he could say any more, Ario found his world spinning as Cailte rose and put him on his back. Then his fingers were being pulled from his body and replaced with Cailte’s much longer ones. “Kami!” Ario all but screeched, his magic flaring as fire flowed up from his ass, to his cock, and through his body. “Yes! Hii! Hii! Yes!” “Fuck me,” Cailte moaned before twisting his fingers deep. “From top to bottom, love! I love a versatile man!” And before Ario could say more, he felt the broad head of his lover’s cock at his ass. He flexed his muscles, making his hole kiss his lover’s head before Cailte gave a shove that got the head through the ring of guardian muscles. Instead of pain, Ario felt nothing but a deep, growing hunger and an emptiness that demanded filling. He wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and pulled. He felt his body open for the hard invader and could only scream his gratitude. He clenched down and felt the hardness that would not give as Cailte moved steadily inside of him. Finally, after a small, brilliant bit of eternity, Cailte’s full length rested deep within him. “Fuck me!” Ario moaned, his head going from side to side on the pillows. Shivers wracked his body. “Fuck me now!” “I’ll fuck ya, boyo.” Cailte began to grind his hips from side to side, caressing the nerve-rich walls as well as brushing his length against Ario’s prostate. Ario was beyond words. All he could do was feel — feel the thick cock sliding through his body, the excited nerves sparking off fire with each slide of that throbbing dick, his body flushing hot and then shivering as bright lights filled his eyes. This was magic, he was magic, and as long as his lover’s cock was moving inside of him, he could do anything! He was screaming and crying and laughing, and it all felt so damn good! He felt the pressure build, an unencumbered tension that tightened each muscle of his body. But there was no pain. It was just pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Cailte!” he called to his lover, his nails scraping across his back as Cailte pulled out and slammed his full length home. And then Ario was gone, crying out as the tension in him broke, as his hard cock began to shoot forth his hot seed, as his ass clenched on the hardness that had given him so much joy and delight. He was coming! He could feel a gush of wet heat as Cailte exploded as well, but that was only an addition to his satisfaction. He was coming, and there was no pain, there were no tears, there was only heat and ecstasy, and… and… and his heart was melting. And at the center of this emotional storm that had taken him over was the purple-eyed, red-headed lover he had found. In the middle of it all, holding him together and spreading him across the universe with his loving, was Cailte.

It’s time for you HUMP DAY HUMP!!!! Unedited and rated R, from Tyger Burning Bright. Amur… shoe shopping! LOL Poor Judy!

“No, Amur sniffed in disdain. Theses boots…all wrong.” He sniffed once before waving away the ankle boots the bootblack rushed to bring him. Then he sat his large frame on the couch right between Blake and Judy, making room for himself and turning his head to stare at each of them before turning back to the boot black. “Wrong sir?” the small man in the black suit asked, blinking as if coming out of a Amur centered daze. Judy com empathize. Just with the man squeezing between her and Blake she could feel herself slipping into the sensual haze that always settled on her when she was around the large man. “Too short,” his gruff accented voice returned. “Bring…” he eyed Judy before wrinkling his nose in that cute kitty cat way of his and gesturing with his hands. “…longer.” “Longer, sir?” The man’s eyes were staring at the long muscular length of Amur’s legs, something that even the proper cut of his Armani pants couldn’t hide. “Da,” he nodded once before dropping his arms along the back of the couch, right behind Blake and… Judy whimpered softly to herself as one of those massive hands settled on her shoulder. “…longer.” “Longer,” the man repeated before rising to his feet, his expression almost hypnotized as he turned and moved towards the back of the store. “Longer,” Blake nodded, a wicked grin on his face. “Definitely longer.” Then he turned to stare at Judy. Before she could even attempt to swallow past the huge lump in her throat and answer, the bootblack returned, bearing a larger box. He pulled out a pair of knee high suede boots that screamed of sex and masculinity. “Sir?” he hand out trembling arms draped in the supple leather. “Neyt,” Amur shook his head. “Too short.” The man withdrew his offering, looking distressed as if he had just displeased his monarch. “Too short?” “Da. Too short.” The man fled and Blake surged at Judy, who was now examining the length of Amur’s right leg. How tall did he want the things? She raised one hand, pointer finger extended as if she was in class trying to get the teachers attention. “How long are…” She never got to finish her question because the bootblack returned, his eyes glazed as he handed over a long tube of shiny leather. “Yes,” Amur rose to his feet, and just as casually as he disrobed at the clothing shop, dropped trou after kicking off his low dress boots. Judy looked around and was suddenly glad that they had led them back into this private alcove. The man had no shame. And speaking of no shame, Blake was blatantly eyeballing his mans ass in the sheer white briefs the man was so shamelessly showing half the mall. She heard a choked back sound and looked up to see the bootblack had acquired at least three assistants who were doing their best to appear unobtrusive while ogling the man’s obvious and admittedly spectacular wears. Whatever happened t customer service, Judy mused. They were supposed t at least pretend not to notice what was going on. And since when did she feel protective over Amur? Well, she quickly decided, she had to be feeling protective on behalf of her new friends boyfriend with the body that was going to end up on all kinds of manga if she had her way. That was it and there wasn’t anymore to it. Really. But then Amur was doing something and all thoughts of contemplation of her place in this situation went out the door, along with dignity as her mouth dropped open for the second time that shopping trip. Amur had retrieved a boot from the bootblack and had bent over at the waist, all of his muscular cuts and definition popping out in stark relief as he poked his perfect ass in her direction and eased the boots up. It was a tight fit and he reached for some powder the bootblack held out and lightly dusted his pale flesh before tugging the tight leather up to the thighs, rising slowly as the adjusted the fit. “Hmm,” he mused, bending once more, causing such a mass inhalation that Judy felt shocked that bits of paper didn’t go flying out of the room with most of the air, and ran his nails up the leather, raking them over tight material and hot thick man flesh. “You like?” he turned abruptly to Judy and dropped a booted leg on the couch, right between her and Blake, right on the spot he has so generously spread his boy out upon. “Um…” she struggled to get past her suddenly tight throat. Yeah, she was going to have to go and find a bathroom to wipe if he kept this up. “Nice,” Blake commented, running a finger up the leg that looked like it was made of shiny latex. “Judy? Feel.” Before she cold protest, Blake, that bastard, grabbed her hand and slapped it on the side of Amur’s calf. “Nice,” she choked out, blinking as her heart beat ramped up from sixty to somewhere approaching a thousand. She looked out and the bootblack was casting her such a heated look she had to check to see if her ears and hair had been singed off. But insets of pulling her hand back in embarrassment, she gave him a wicked smirk and ran her hand over the bulging muscles. The bootblack sniffed and quelled his envious look with obvious effort before turning admiring gaze to Amur’s barely covered ass. “Neyt,” Amur decided abruptly, everyone’s attention going to his face finally. He tossed his thick braid over his shoulder to dangle behind his back, teasing the cheeks of his ass before shaking his head. “Too shiny.” The removed his foot from the couch and turned to drop down in that spot. And now Judy had half naked man flesh encroaching in on her personal space. Not that it bothered her much. She shot the bootblack a smirk before settling back to see what would happen next. “Shiny?” “Shiny, da.” Amur nodded before poking his shod foot into eh bootblack’s direction. There was almost a stampede as the assistants all rushed in to help remove the boot, but were soundly beat back but the original one, who defended his commission and his right to unshod the hot Russian dude with the stubbornness of an attack dog defending its territory. The swinging unused boot helped to this effect as he used it like a bola to fend off the greedy hands of the others. Finally peace reigned as he scared the others away and almost reverently dropped to his knees before Amur. The boot was caressed as he almost lovingly ran his hands up from Amur’s ankles to his knees. He was reaching up past his knees when suddenly Judy found herself gripping the tops of the ling thing. She jerked as the backs of her fingers grazed his soft skin, but she gripped the boot and pulled it downwards, separating it form Amur’s leg before the bootblack could get that far. “You are taking to long,” she sneered as the man looked like he was going to cry. Yeah, she destroyed his attempt at copping a free feel and that was no guilt in doing so. Bastard had no right to… She realized what she had done the same time Blake stared snickering. She looked over to her friend, over the relaxed mound of his boyfriend, and offered him a small smile. Blake was snickering at the man’s expression and paying no attention to her possessive maneuvering. “Well, you were,” Blake pointed out, not even hiding his amusement. The bootblack tugged the boot off of Amur’s foot and retreating high dungeon. He returned swiftly with another pair, this one a muted rich black leather that seemed almost alive in his hands. Amur rose to his feet, accepting the boot and carefully sliding it onto his silk sock clad foot. This boot has a zipper and after he tapped his toe gently on the carpeted ground to settle it properly, he lifted his foot to he couch and bent low, his back and ass pointing to his fan club, and pulled the zipper slowly up. For a moment, the room was filled with the sounds of sucked in breaths and a low metallic growl as the zipper slid into place. Amur gracefully rose to his feet and with hands on his slim waist, his thubs resting just below the cuts in his lower abdomen, not that Jud was paying that much attention she mused, and took one step. “I like,” he nodded, ricking back on the small one inch heel before sliding his foot forward, almost as if testing something. “But…” “But?” the bootblack all but wailed. “This are made from the finest Corinthian leather!” He flushed as Judy snorted and Amur raised one silver/white eyebrow. “To slippery,” Amur decided. “Slipp—Slippery?” the bootblack stuttered. “What are you planning on doing in these things anyway?” Apparently, he was of the opinion that Amur’s legs cast in black leather was perfection that had no other duty than being in a place where the world could watch at their leisure. “For fucking,” At Amur’s blunt statement, two of the lingering assistant gave into low squeals of delight and their bootblack’s mouth dropped open in shock, as if he had not expected that answer. Really, Judy thought. Just what the hell did he think the man was going to do with a few feet of leather encasing his legs? Fight a mystical war with the mages of middle earth? “F-ff-ffor…” he sounded like an outboard motor. “Fucking, da,” Amur said without a bit of guile. “And get some without zippers.” “I like the zippers,” Blake felt obliged to point out that point, Judy decided. Just to add to the confused sexual odyssey she was suddenly in the middle of. “But they would tear into your shoulders when you nibble on my balls, yes?” Someone screamed and there was a sound of a body hitting the round, but Judy was more interested in Blake’s answer than what the dweebs masquerading as help were doing. “Hmm,” Black reached up and rubbed at his own impressive shoulders. “I suppose you are right.” At his statement, pandemonium broke out, pandemonium in the form of their bootblack rising to his feet and running out of their alcove while the assistants hugged eachother and snapped pictures with their cell phones. Judy knew the feeling. But she had something better. She had a back window that overlooked their sexual playground. Her photos were better. Amur removed the boot and the before he could sit, the bootblack returned carrying another pair of black leather boots. These were a leather and suede miracle that put her in mind of nearly naked warriors wielding swords and riding horses over a battlefield. She was as bad as the help, she realized, but nodded in agreement when Amur looked in her direction. He slid the boot onto his right foot, ran his hands up over his calves to fit the boot’s leather upper correctly. He dropped his foot onto the space he evacuated and began the slow process of lacing the thigh high leather. Once laced properly, he dropped his leg to the ground and took a experimental step. “Da,” he nodded to himself before looking to Blake and Judy. Blake was already petting the supple leather where the suede ended at crotch height. “Soft,” he muttered his approval. “I like.” Those green eyes seemed to laser in her direction and Judy gulped. “Yeah,” she tried to play suave, and nearly succeeded cause the bootblack was shooting her an evil look as if she were intruding on his testosterone laden fantasy. Emboldened and slightly offended by his reaction, she reached out and began to pet the leather at his thighs. “I like them very much. But you should see if they have them in silver white, like your hair.” “I like brown,” Blake nodded, smiling in her direction. “Black is such a harsh color for his skin tone. In fact, I would like to see him in a rich orange brown and a bright blue as well as the silver white.” His words were calm, but the wicked grin he tossed in Judy’s direction let her know that he was on to her little game with the bootblack and approved of her actions. “What do you think?” Blake asked Amur. Shaking his at the both of them like they were wayward children, he nevertheless nodded. “No black. The orange brown, the white, and the blue.” “Right,” the bootblack almost tripped over his own feet as he raced out of the alcove to retrieve the order. Amur pulled the laces free and undid the boot lacings before removing the boot and reaching for his pants. “Unless you want I try them on..?” He arched an eyebrow at Judy. “That’s fine,” she coughed softly, covering her blushing cheeks with her hands. “Um, I’m an artist. I have an eye for color.”

NC 17 M/F Alien exploration in How Not to Date an Alien!

 

 

If push comes to shove, you would do well to give the alien exactly what he desires. It may open up an opportunity to escape at a later time. Never feel guilty about giving in if it buys you some time.

His hair exploded from his braid, and like a living thing it began to rub and caress at her body. She stared in wide-eyed amazement as the alien loomed over her, his mouth spread in a wide grin. She slammed her eyes closed, not wanting to see her death coming, but instead he began to whisper to her.

“This will not hurt,” he assured her as he moved closer. She could feel his heat, feel his presence, and that only seemed to frighten her more. “None of that,” he whispered, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a finger touch her cheek.

He could be checking the tenderness of her flesh, a cynical part of her screamed, but he did nothing more.

She very carefully opened her eyes to see his solid black ones staring into hers. He smiled a little, and she whimpered as she felt his hair began to move. The silken tendrils carried his heat and his scent as they began to slowly trace the muscles of her body from neck to toe.

“You feel divine.” He bent forward and sniffed at her, his antennas shooting straight up. His breath smelled of lemons, and she wondered if that would be the last thing she smelled before her life was snuffed out.

But he was correct; he was not harming her in any way. In fact, the caresses of his hair were quite pleasant. It almost hurt her to admit that to herself, but she was deriving more pleasure from the caresses of his hair than she had from her last full sexual encounter with her ex.

“There.” He was nearly purring. “Relax and let me see if what I studied about human anatomy is true.”

He slid back, taking away his delicious musky scent and some of his heat, but he didn’t move far. He only moved far enough away to spread her legs and settle his lanky frame between them.

“Nice,” he assured her. “I like the coloration of your skin. It is not as common as mine.”

And his fingers were running over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, making goosebumps pop up on her skin, making her legs twitch.

“So different than the females and males of my acquaintance,” he informed her. “So much nicer. Your body speaks to me.”

And he went on, slowly rubbing circles on her skin, his fingers going higher and higher until they encountered the elastic barrier of her panties. “All this beauty, and still you insist on covering it up.”

He shook his head as his hair rolled up her thighs, making her gasp at the new sensation before the tendrils slid underneath the cotton of her panties. His hair tugged, and, as if cut by miniature blades, the material parted and fell around her body like a tiny decorative draping.

“You have hair here as well,” Valan pointed out, running his finger through her trimmed pubic patch. “It is not as soft as the hair on your head, and it seems to serve no further purpose than ornamentation. I understand the protective aspects of it in your primitive ancestors, but now it is not necessary. Yet you do not remove it. My hair is a secondary protective device, and I have complete control of its movements and its sensory absorption. My hair has evolved along with my species into a useful appendage for protection and defense. Yours does not even share this component.”

She could have said something funny about seventies porn bush, but decided to hold her peace until she discovered what he was going to do. It would not do to piss off the alien with the razor hair.

“Utterly fascinating,” he breathed, his eyes almost glowing as he leaned in closer, his fingers now parting her hair and examining her groin closely.

“Labia majora,” he muttered, and Kilana gasped as his hair wrapped around her thighs and lifted them into the air as far as her bindings would allow.

Looking down, he tsked at the impediment to his explorations and two tendrils slashed across the bindings, severing them from the footboard so that he could heft her legs higher and spread them further.

Kilana moaned at this show of violence, but other than closing her eyes, she did nothing.

“Your clitoris should be hidden here.” His words were soft, almost as soft as the finger that now spread apart her labia and exposed her clit and her vagina to his clear view. She bit her lip as the cool air caressed her there, right before the heat of his body signaled to her that he was moving closer.

“Fascinating,” he muttered, his warm breath against this sensitive flesh making her whole body shudder, and damn if it didn’t shudder in arousal. “Such wonderful colors — pinks, browns, creams… Your mate was a fool to give up such a wonderful place to play.”

Then his fingers were caressing her, gently running over her opening before he pulled back. She opened her eyes to see him rubbing the moisture of her growing arousal between his fingers, a fascinated look on his face.

“Self lubricating.” He grinned, looking up to see her eyes open. “You have a wonderful design,” he informed her. “Most of our organs are internal and are so plain compared to this!”

Like an eager child, he dove down again. This time his fingers separated her labia to fully expose her clitoris in its hidden cowl. He placed the tip of one finger there and looked up at her. “If what I have read in your books and viewed in your pornography is true, you will really enjoy this.”

And then his finger began to vibrate.

“Oh! Ohhh! Oh oh oh oh oh!” Kilana could not keep her mouth closed now! In fact, everything opened wide, her eyes, her mouth — even her thighs spread further as his finger vibrated. Her hips thrust upwards, seeking more even as her mind began to scramble. This fucking alien had vibrating fingertips? Sweet Enola Gay!

Her head dropped back and a loud, keening sound rolled from her throat as her whole body started to shake. The electricity running from her clit was almost too much. It itched, it burned, and it had her climbing up the wall to orgasm faster than her best vibrator.

She could feel her juices seeping from her exposed pussy, and she wanted him to spread her more, to press harder, to give it to her totally, to fill the emptiness that had taken up residence within her heart.

She was hungry and tense, and his fingers just stayed there, sending jolts through her whole system. Her spine was melting, her body sweating, and her teeth clenched as she keened her pleasure, and still it was not enough.

“I can smell you so much better now,” he leaned over to whisper, and she whimpered in response.

“Your nipples are hard,” he added. “I can see them through your shirt. I want to see them.”

Tendrils of his hair were flowing upwards again, sending her nerve endings screaming at their points of contact before they slid under the thin tank she wore, and that, too, became so much confetti beneath her.

“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes glowing darkly as he stared at her chest. “Such wonderful mounds of flesh.”

One hand left her thigh, cupped her breasts, first one and then the other, pressing at her nipples and making her back arch further. Her whimpers were growing into wails, and all of his touches were translating ecstasy directly to her swollen clit.

“They make you react?” He tilted his head to the side, then grinned harder. “I want to try something else…”

“Oh, dear GOD! Yes!”

He lowered his head, and Kilana screeched as he pulled one nipple into his mouth and turned on suction hard enough to pull the brass off of a doorknob.

“Hmm?” he moaned, closing his eyes and sucking harder, his slit tongue surrounding and tugging at her erect nipple before his tongue, too, began to vibrate.

“Gonna come! Gonna come!” Kilana chanted, her head whipping from side to side on the pillows, tears running down the sides of her face.

This was erotic bondage of the most perfect kind, and it was tearing her mind apart.

“Come, release, orgasm.” He nodded after pulling off of her breast with a pop, his finger lightly caressing her wet skin. He eyed the swollen red nipple and bent forward to almost lazily lap at it with his split tongue. “That is my purpose in this.”

Then he began to slide his finger up and down her clit, finding the spots that made her scream and contracting on them until she was bucking hard in his grasp.

“There are many places here,” he noted, “that make you gush your fluids. That is a clear invitation.”

He sat up, nibbling on his bottom lip before he pulled away the hand kneading her breast and repositioned it between her legs.

“I intend to make you fly,” he whispered, then pressed one finger deep inside the wet heat of her.

“Yes, yesyesyesyesyes!” she groaned, crying as her toes curled, as her hands gripped the silk binding them and pulled, as her body offered itself up as a sexual sacrifice to the greatness of his foreplay skills. “Yes!”

He pressed upwards, controlled and humming, his head leaning to the side as he carefully thrust first one finger, then two deep inside her, twisting and turning until…

“Valan!” she screeched, her hips thrusting upwards against the hold his hair held on her quivering limbs.

“Found it,” he noted, and then those fingers began to vibrate, as well. “This is your g-spot. It was designed to catapult you to orgasm.”

Kilana froze, her whole body going stiff as the orgasm that had been building within her exploded. The glory of how he was playing her body was so great it was almost pain, and she could not move, could not speak, could not think as it tore through her like a wild beast.

“Ohh! Your muscles clench,” he muttered as the vibrating of his fingers grew faster.

The orgasm would not end! Her inner walls were clenching like mad around his fingers, her clit felt like it was on fire, and the waves of release were flowing so rapidly she thought she would never be able to move again.

Her entire being was pleasure and ecstasy, and hot, kinky, orgasmic sex that appeared to have no end.

“Pl — ple — please,” she whimpered, her eyes closing as the world began to grow dark.

Then he was pulling out, the vibrating slowing as he began to pet her labia and the strained and swollen muscles between her thighs. Even her asshole was clenching, so hard was her orgasm… or was it orgasms? She couldn’t tell.

All she knew was that she was slamming herself down on his retreating fingers and making sounds like a hurt animal as his hair caressed her one last time before lowering her back to the bed.

“That was beautiful,” he breathed, leaning over her once more to examine her eyes, heavy-lidded and damn near closed. “You are beautiful. And I can’t wait to consume you.”

Her afterglow receded abruptly. Reality slammed her in the face as she recalled her reason for being in this position in the first place.

“Damn — you,” she panted, her heart still racing as the lassitude of the aftermath of great orgasms pulled her toward slumber. “You — had to… remind me.”

But he was cuddling her close, and the world faded away as she gave in to the siren pull of sleep that called to her.

Cocooned, utterly replete and slightly afraid, she found herself falling asleep in the arms of the alien who wanted to kill her.

A duo of Solos NC17 M/F from How Not to Date a Vamp from Changeling Press ! Look its Bad Barb! LOL

 

“Oh, God, yes.” Virgil closed his eyes and gripped his dick harder. “Mmm.” His strokes were tight and fast, sending tingles and bursts of fire spiraling through his veins.
The wet glide of skin against skin filled the small bedroom with sounds that complemented the moans pouring through his throat. The combined sounds drove his senses higher as sweat beaded, then dripped down his body.
One hand ran across his hairless chest, teasing a swollen nipple and making the muscles of his stomach tighten as sensation threatened to overwhelm him.
“Yes,” he purred as he imagined her, his Barbra, bent over him, her eyes sparkling as she presented her ass to be fondled, her pussy to be filled. God, he loved a big ass on a woman. The new saying was “more cushion for the pushing,” and Virgil found it hard to disagree with that notion.
God, Barb’s ass would be perfect, the cheeks wobbling as she thrust back against him, eager to have him slide his hard cock deep into her creamy center. He stroked faster as he imaged holding her sweet pink pussy open and taking a long slick taste.
She would taste like musk and woman, he decided. She would smell like the lemon and vanilla perfume she used and the hair that covered her private little mouth would be trimmed neat and soft as cotton.
He paused to slide his foreskin over the plum-colored head of his dick, looking down to see the knob disappear under the cowl of skin and reappear as he tightened his fist again.
The whole head was glistening, like it would be as his Barb pulled it from her mouth. Yes, his dream Barb was now on her knees, looking up at him, her eyes wide and innocent as she delicately sucked his dick deep into her mouth. She would smile, her lips stretched by the thickness of his cock, and she would pull it out with a small pop before allowing her tongue to run under his foreskin, teasing his slit before sucking the whole thing deep into her mouth again.
She would hum and choke a little as she tried to take him all down her throat. The sensation would send fire though his balls, over his back, and up his spine.
Yeah, she would choke on it, and spit would run down her chin. She would start to get deliciously messed up as she slobbered over his dick, growing more desperate as her own desires began to rise.
Her full, round breasts would bob as her gyrations become frenzied. She would rub them against his legs as she mewled helplessly up at him.
“Yes, Barb,” he whispered, imaging her spreading her thighs and presenting her swollen pussy for him to care for.
And he would care for it well. He would spread her lower lips as far as he could get them, and he would slam his dick deep inside her silky heat.
He tightened his grip on his cock and stroked faster, beating his meat hard, grunts leaving his throat as he bottomed out completely. His free hand left off teasing his nipples and dropped low to tug at his balls.
God, that felt good!
And his Barb, yeah, his Barb would be screaming, throwing her hips up, trying to get more of him deep inside as he took her balls-deep. Her nails would score the skin of his back as he pounded her. Her tits would bounce with every thrust, temping him to bend down and take a large, rosy nipple into his mouth, to suck, to nibble, to lave with his tongue.
God, she felt so good!
His hand moved faster and faster, and soon his hips were thrusting harder, his ass clenching, his thighs burning as he felt his release beckoning him.
But he needed more.
Faster he pounded himself, picturing Barb’s startled face, her mouth dropping open in surprise as just a little fear entered her eyes.
Yeah, that fear was a tasty delight to be realized.
She would fear him but her lust would override that fear. She would start to scream, to beg, to call out his name.
Virgil, Virgil, Virgil…
“Barb!” he shouted as his cock pulsed then exploded, sending spurts of his rich, creamy seed flying over his stomach.
“Yes, Barb,” he moaned, working his rapidly deflating cock, still running out his orgasm, extending his release until he was nearly too sensitive to touch.
“Mmm, Barb,” he whispered as his eyes slid shut. He knew he should get up and at least attempt to clean himself up, but his muscles were a weak, trembling mess.
If the ancient hunters thought to attack him now, there would be no escape for him. But he hadn’t had an issue with those people in generations. Maybe the last of them had died out.
He didn’t know for sure, but they had not bothered him for what seemed like eons, leaving him time to do the things he always wanted, like pay court to his beautiful Barb.
He brushed sweaty strands of hair from his forehead and relaxed into his pillows. He would rest a bit and then he would shower. He would be seeing his Barb soon, and he wanted to make a grand impression.
Life was going to be pretty easy from here on out, Virgil thought. Pretty easy indeed.
* * *
“God, yes!” Barb screamed to the empty bedroom. “Fresh batteries!”
Indeed, the Buzz Cock Three Thousand buzzed merrily away at ridiculously high speeds, proving its name to be accurate as Barb ran it along her clit.
Completely waterproof, the vibrator was the perfect sex toy for the busy woman on the go. Well, she might not be on the go, but she definitely planned on coming before she went anywhere. And the being she wanted to go with was a short, muscular fireplug of a vampire named Virgil.
God, knowing he wanted her, knowing she held power over that being, delivered almost if not more punch than her artificial dick.
Virgil with his tempting green eyes, with his long wavy hair, with his scruff of a five-o’clock shadow, his sometimes stutter, and his need for an inhaler. God, she loved nerdy boys. But a nerdy vampire, a vampire she could lead around, just a little, and teach. Yeah, that sent a liquid rush of dominance through her pussy and down between her thighs.
He wasn’t a virgin, but with the way he behaved around women, he had to be close to one. Being the person to show a centuries-old vampire the proper way to get it on was the height of arrogance, but she was up for the job.
She hissed as the vibrating head of the fake cock rubbed against her clit. “Not so hard,” she told herself as she began to circle the device over her pussy. She relaxed back in her tub of hot water, letting the heat sink into her body, her little toy buzzing away.
Yeah, her vampire was hot. If she closed her eyes, she could just picture him. He would be all innocent and shy. His large green eyes would widen as she reached out and gripped his cock. It would be uncut, she mused, considering how old he was. And it would be…
Hell, this was her fantasy. He would be at least nine inches long and thick enough to hit her every spot. Oh, yeah. She closed her eyes and the vibe slid along the lips of her pussy. She moaned at the stimulation, the sound echoing though her bathroom. Yes, he would fill her completely and tightly.
She spread her legs as far as they could go and slid the tip of her fake cock just inside. She hissed as the sensation shot upward through her stomach and tightened her nipples further.
The feel of the heat of the water mimicked the heat she imagined in his body, and her muscles strained in their desire to take the vibe in deeper. She raised her knees until her feet rested flat on the bottom of the tub, sending a thrill of submission through her.
She would submit to him a little, but she would have to teach him.
Sliding the vibe out of her quivering pussy, she directed it to her clit once more. “Yes,” she moaned, imagining his head sinking between her thighs. “Lick it, baby. Just lick up and down. Oh, yeah.”
She mimicked his tongue in her imagination by siding the head of her vibe down, teasing her labia as well as her swollen clit. She could feel her body let down its juices as she lost herself in her sordid fantasy.
Yeah, he would lick and suck at her. He would look up at her from between her spread thighs, seeking approval. She would grant it by tightening her hands in that sexy, tousled hair of his and slamming his face deep into her heat.
His hands would slide up her thighs and pull at her nipples. She let her free hand do that, hissing at the pleasure-pain she received by twisting and pulling at her own flesh. It added to the tension building within her. She whimpered, the sound raising her desire higher.
But would he want to explore? The Virgil in her mind did.
Her hand left off tugging at her nipples to slip down and around her thighs. She caressed her hot skin, licking her lips at the softness of it. She loved her body. Her body was perfect for her. And now she was going to reward it for being so sensitive and needy.
She let her fingers glide between her thighs and then slip back further. Her fingertips tickled at her perineum before they gently circled her anus.
“Ooh,” she moaned, pressing the vibe hard against her clit. Her hips jumped and water splashed, but she ignored it. The sensations were too delicious. She could feel the muscles tighten in her legs, feel her heart racing, feel her breath rasping from her mouth. She was fucking herself good, and it was the best thing ever.
Virgil would not shy away from exploring and pressing into this new aperture, so she allowed her fingertip to sink inside. “Virgil.”
The burning stretch was so pleasurable that she called out his name. Her hips slammed upward and her back arched as she gave in to the ecstasy of her own touch. The vibrator was tingling her clit, burning it, and the finger in her ass was touching on nerves that sent fire shooting through her whole body.
But it was not enough. Her clenching pussy felt so empty. She slid the vibe down on a trail of her own slick moisture and sank it deep into her pussy.
“Virgil!” she screamed again as the vibration awoke sensations in her pussy that she had never felt before. Never had she been so aroused!
The vibrations traveled back so she could feel the rapid movement on the finger in her ass and that sent more tender nerve endings in that hole aflame. Then she began to thrust with both finger and toy, and her world began to tilt.
The tension within her tingled as she fucked herself, her finger and the toy moving faster, taking up an unholy rhythm that had her screaming out for release. And then her muscles locked and tightened. Nearly mindless, she tilted her hand so that the base of her palm hit her sweet spot at the tip of her inner walls and stimulated her clit at the same time.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Her whole body shook as the restraints on her orgasm snapped. Hell, they exploded. She could feel the waves of extreme pleasure wash over her as her pussy clenched around the toy and her ass tightened around her finger.
Her silky smooth walls tightened and clamped down, sending her head back as she screamed, almost drowning her as a wave of water created by her spastic gyrations washed over her.
“Oh, God, coming.” She moaned as her orgasm swept over her, blinding her with its heat and intensity, and then it gently receded. The coil in her body set itself to be sprung at a different time, hopefully with a hot, flesh-and-blood man between her thighs.
She slowly pulled the now irritating vibrator from her overly stimulated pussy and eased her finger out of her ass. She turned off the toy and tossed it aside, her mind filled with images of a sweaty vampire looming over her.
That was fun, she thought as she relaxed in what was left of the warm water. But the real thing would be so much better. But for now, she was relaxed and in control, biding her time until she could ply her seduction and have her vamp right where she wanted him.
Yeah, her time was coming and coming soon.

A NC 17 bit of How Not to Date a Skunk…Changeling Press!!! Because I was dared on Writerspace! LOL

“So much perfection, mate.” He purred, burying his face in her neck and licking at the sensitive skin there. Bilana threw back her head, her hands tangling in Chaska’s long, white hair as she tried to pull his head lower. She spread her legs and made a place for his hot, hard body between them. “Mmm,” she moaned as she felt the press of his cock against her stomach, before he began to slither lower. “Ohhh, God.” Bilana moaned as his tongue traveled down. He lapped at her navel, nipped at her sides, and finally inhaled her deeply. “You smell so good…”He trailed off, nuzzling the crease where hip met thigh. “I bet I taste better.” She wasn’t quite at the demanding mark, but it was getting to be a close thing. “Let’s find out.” His voice was dark and husky as he gripped her thighs and spread them wider. “God, yes.” He purred, observing her for a moment before he dropped his head and nuzzled her pussy. “Chaska.” She moaned, demanding, closing her eyes as anticipation built. Then, before she could think to say something else, he was there. His broad tongue laved her clit. Instinctively, she closed her thighs around his head, holding him in place. He moaned his appreciation of the act. His hair was a thick, cool, white mass that slithered around her thighs, adding sensation to her already throbbing pussy. She could feel her juices slipping down to moisten the crease of her ass and couldn’t care. Maybe he would lap that up, too! It had been so long since she had been rimmed. But then thoughts fled as he latched onto her clit and sucked the swollen nub hard, his tongue flicking under the hood. She was moaning uncontrollably when he changed his grip on her thighs and pushed them back and out, making more room for himself as he settled down to eat. And eat he did. He abandoned her clit and dipped lower to nibble lightly at her labia, lapping at the fluids that slicked up her pussy lips. Bilana could feel her inner walls tightening, begging, and weeping with joy. Her stomach clenched as waves of pleasure washed over her. God, this felt so good! Her hands went to his hair, pulling and tugging until he eased his slurping and raised his head enough to reclaim her clit. “So good –” She panted, her head twisting from side to side as he grunted in agreement. He lifted his head, his lips glistening with her juices, and gave her a slow, wicked smile. As she watched, he slowly licked his bottom lip, cleaning her away before he dove down for more. “That — Oh, God, so hot –” She dropped her head back, and a long, whining moan rolled from her throat. Her toes were curling and her clit was itching and burning, a sure sign that she was about to… “Chaska!” She screamed as her thighs again slammed around his head, her hips ground up and she rode her first orgasm to completion on his face. She was still panting and huffing, her nipples so hard they hurt, her body sheened in sweat when she reached for him again. She was so empty! She needed to be filled. “Mine!” She all but roared as gripped his hair and pulled. This time, Chaska went with her direction and allowed himself to be rolled onto the couch as she switched positions with him. “So hard.” She moaned, running her hands over the solid planes of his chest and stomach. His hair surrounded his head like a pale nimbus, giving him an otherworldly beauty that stole her breath. But it did nothing to ease her growing addiction to his skin. She had to touch him. She lowered her head and nipped at his hard nipples, laving the pain away as he hissed and arched his chest up toward her. “More!” he demanded and she dropped low, resting her ass on his hard cock. She sucked his nipple back into her mouth before nipping at it again. “Yes,” he breathed, tossing his head back, his hands gripping her sides possessively. This was heaven, Bilana decided, sucking on his flesh, relishing the taste of him. He was salty and oddly sweet, almost like some edible flowers she’d once had in a restaurant in France. He was not an acquired taste — more like a necessary one. And then she was off, licking at his pecs, attacking the other nipple with fervor, smiling as he hissed when she pinched the one she’d so recently claimed. And through it all he encouraged her, gripped her hips, slapped her ass, and growled his pleasure out loud. She slid down lower, breaking his grip on her body as she finally came face-to-face with his cock. It was beautiful, thick and pale, a little darker than his golden skin and topped with a heart-shaped head peeking from a short foreskin. She had seen and had been with uncut men before, but it was always a thrill, as they seemed a tad more sensitive than their cut brothers. She reached out and gripped his base with her right hand, her left going to the wet knob of his head, her finger tracing his slit, spreading the leaking fluid around. Then she looked up at him and froze, as those black eyes seemed to stare right into her soul. He was beautiful. He was sexy. He was waiting for her to make the next move. And she was not one to keep him waiting for long. Still holding his gaze with her own, she lowered her head and lapped around his crown. Powerful flavors exploded on her tongue. He was slightly salty, but the sweetness of him overwhelmed the other flavors. She licked him again, almost like lapping melting ice cream from the cone before it made a mess of your hands. And she did it again and again until his hips were thrusting up. But his eyes stayed locked to hers. It was exciting, thrilling, being watched like this. Bilana felt her pussy grow even wetter, the inner muscles clenching around nothing, feeling so empty. She wanted to be filled, but first she wanted her fill of him. She wanted more of his pre-cum in her mouth; she wanted to roll the flavors around and then kiss him to see what he tasted like mixed with her. So she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and sucked him down as deep as she could get him. He spat something in a language she couldn’t understand, but the hand tugging at her hair made his pleasure known. He had fistfuls of her hair in his hands and was shallowly thrusting his hips upwards, like he didn’t want to hurt or choke her. And Bilana appreciated the sentiment, but she wanted it rough. She brought her hands down and gripped his ass, pulling him forward until he began to slowly fuck her face, and she moaned her joy in the act. He slid across her tongue, sweet and thick and hot, like candy apples and other sweet, sticky things. She could feel every ridge and bump of his cock, felt the rounded head and used her tongue to tease under his foreskin, all the while sucking for all that she was worth. “Bilana.” He was panting, chanting her name as his hips and her mouth worked rhythmically. She could feel his balls on her chin, their softness making her want to suck his cock all the harder. She freed one hand from his ass to cup them, to tug them, to feel them rolling in their soft sac. Yes, this was good for him, but it was making her ever so horny!

An NC 17 M/M bit of How Not to Date a Fae

“When — when I was cast out,” Ario whimpered. “Please stop touching me.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop. Your body does not want me to stop, Ario.”

“Please?” he whined, almost beyond caring. All of this felt so good, and because it felt so good now, later it would be so very, very bad.

“But I want to touch you,” Cailte whispered, licking the ear before transferring his kisses to Ario’s neck. “And as a good host, you will strive to give me what I want.”

Ario writhed in indecision, but his conditioning was winning out over his common sense. He could feel his body begin to make itself ready to receive and give anything, lips, cock, or any information that the man lying over him wanted.

“And now, I want some answers, you windy bit of allure.” Cailte’s words were given with a soft kiss to his neck. “So when you were cast out, they cursed you?”

“My cousin.” Ario turned his head to the side, giving in to his earlier training and opening up all that he was for possession. “My cousin cursed me before Grandfather cast me away.”

“This cousin does not sound like a gentleman, no?” Cailte’s hand on Ario’s chin moved his head back to Cailte’s intense scrutiny so that the purple eyes bored deeply into his.

“No,” Ario agreed. “Not a gentleman.”

“And this curse…” Cailte nipped at the side of his neck.

“Causes me pain,” Ario gasped.

“By touching? ’Cause, lover, you don’t look to be in pain right now.”

“Sex,” Ario moaned, closing his eyes as shame gripped him. “I cannot experience orgasm without pain.”

“Now that is a right arsed thing to do.” Cailte reached down under Ario’s shorts and cupped Ario’s swollen cock.

“No!” Ario bit back his scream as the hot roughness of a hand not belonging to him gripped his cock.

But Cailte silenced him with his mouth. He lowered his head, pressed their lips together and swallowed down Ario’s cry, giving him his tongue in exchange. And, helplessly, Ario sucked at that appendage, spreading his legs as waves of white fire washed over his body.

“Yes,” Cailte murmured, reluctantly breaking the kiss. “I can break curses, Ario, m’love. Any curses.”

Ario opened his mouth to comment, when those purple eyes closed and Ario felt a warm rush of magic roll through his body.

“Mmm, a big one, Ario.” Cailte pulled away from the kiss, licking his bottom lip. “You are well built, lover. Feels good in my hand, in my mouth… in my ass.”

Ario moaned, his hips rocking helplessly as he felt magic the likes of which he had never felt run from Cailte’s fingers through his body.

“Cailte!” he struggled to say but his body arched even higher, a moan tearing from his throat as he felt his magic rise to meet that of his would-be lover.

It was a heady thing, the way the two magics melded and combined, twisting around each other, warming his whole being until Ario could feel a sliver of cold deep in his abdomen.

“The curse.” Cailte was speaking as he gripped Ario’s dick harder, the heat almost scalding. “That cold spot is the curse. I can feel it. Nasty bugger.”

Ario could not answer because as Cailte spoke he could feel his magic surrounding the cold spot and pushing at it.

“Together, lover,” Cailte whispered, his free hand reaching up to pull one of Ario’s hands from his waist. He twined their fingers together as Ario felt him give a magical push, and their magic combined once more. “Together,” he whispered, and suddenly Ario felt it damn easy to take that combined stream of heat and slash at the cold spot deep within his soul.

There was a pinch and then a painful explosion as the cold burst into shards that the combined magic melted before they could do more harm. But with the disappearance of that spot, Ario’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.

“Ah!” he growled, his whole body stiffening. Fire raced down his spine as his balls rose high against the base of his dick. Odd noises and uncontrollable sounds were pouring from his mouth as his toes curled and his cock swelled to its hardest.

“Gods, yes,” Cailte breathed, pressing his palm against Ario’s cock, tightening his fingers around the shaft, pressing and rubbing that hardness faster and faster. “Give it up, lover. Give it up!” he urged, his hand tightening around Ario’s. “Come for me!”

“Can’t!” he whimpered, fear holding back the force of the release he had just fought to achieve. He’d felt the cold spot disappear, but dare he trust it? “I cannot!”

“You can!” Cailte groaned, leaning down and biting one nipple, the pain shooting straight down his chest to Ario’s balls. “You can do this, Ario! Take this, Ario! Take it! Trust me, lover. It’ll be so good… so good. Come for me, lover. Come for me!”

“Ca — Cailte, Cailte! Cailte!”

As if the commands were the final force to push him over, Ario’s eyes snapped shut, and his roar nearly shattered the window glass as his hips thrust up against Cailte’s hand. His cock began to spurt as his release tore through his body, his seed wetting Cailte’s fingers and dampening his shorts.

For the first time in years, Ario climaxed without the painful, tearing sensation that had prevented him from getting close to anyone. For the first time in years he climaxed, and the tears were not from loneliness and loss. For the first time the tears were for ecstasy, pleasure and triumph. For the first time… it seemed like the first time.

 

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