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The Difference Between Renaissance eBooks / Sizzler Editions eBook ISBN: 9781615089376 eBook Price: 5.99 eBook Length: Category (58.5k, 46pgs) Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy, Erotic, Bisexual, GLBT (m/m/f) Cover Art: TBA Release Date: 07 August 2011 Elf-Orc Man-Love Erotic Fantasy! Rotic was a whore when his father found him, a warrior of some renown when he became a leader of the Chieftain’s Orc Army, and a confused half human hybrid when he was gifted with a consort. But Rotic always knew his place in life and nothing would ever take his position away from him. Ogun was a whore when he was brought to the castle of the High Orc Chieftain as a broken used tribute, named Consort when he met his partner, and lost in a whole new way of life before the sun had set. He had a new position, a growing relationship with his new partner, and the best sex of his life. Nothing could ever ruin this. But with treacherous humans threatening the Orc Nation, magical and cultural land mines to traverse, and the advent of a wife being added to the mix, Ogun and Rotic felt their lives changing faster than they can blink. Now with little time to prepare and several personal issues to overcome, Ogun and Rotic have to learn to adjust and overcome before the differences between them become an insurmountable mountain that can destroy them both.   Holiday Spirit

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Excerpt He was stealing glimpses of his new owner’s body, not afraid enough to appreciate a good-looking male. His shoulders were like rounded boulders and were crisscrossed with dark blue tattoos.  There were runes of some sort but he could not make them out.  His eyes followed the markings to the mounds and valleys that made up his back. There was an odd tattoo there, he noted as he moved closer.  It was a very tightly placed set of tattoos, but they looked to run from somewhere up on his neck down below the level of the water. Curious, he reached out and moved aside the wet braids, getting a full view of the back of his neck where the tattoo started. “What…” “I don’t have a ruff,” he said looking over his shoulder at Ogun, his blue eyes lazy as he soaked up the heat. “Ruff?” “I don’t have the tusks or the ruff.  So my mothers sharpened my teeth and gave me a ruff of my own after my first full campaign on my own.  Though they said my teeth were already pretty sharp and they didn’t have much to do there to get them fit to be seen.” “Ruff?” “I forget you don’t know our culture,” Rotic reached up and twisted his hair on top of his head before turning to face his consort.  “A ruff is hair that goes down the back when an Orc is of age.  I am definitely of age,” he leered, “but I am not Orc, only in spirit and soul.  Therefore my mothers created one for me.  It is a very powerful thing.” As he spoke, Ogun let his curiosity run wild and allowed his fingers to run over the smooth skin on Rotic’s back. Only the skin was not soft like his own.  Rotic’s skin was thick and tough and firm with no give at all. “You are hard,” he breathed and Rotic grinned before reaching around and yanking him onto his lap. Ogun gasped, eyes wide in shock and flailed in the water a bit as he was easily repositioned. And once he was settled to his owner’s pleasure on his lap, he discovered something else as well.  He was intrigued not only by the metal that pierced his nipples, navel and his all too human ears, he was impressed by the long pole of a dick that was currently pressing against his ass. “Do you know the preparation spells?” Rotic asked him.  “Is this something they taught you?” “I was a whore, Rotic,” Ogun stared, sneered, at his owner.  “What do you think?  And how do you know about them at all?  Were you so fascinated by whores that you have been slipping out of the castle to get the occasional paid for fuck?” “I was a whore,” Rotic smiled as he spoke, and Ogun could not help but gasp in shock. “No!” he managed as his owner reached up and gripped his fist in the thick braid of Ogun’s hair. “For over sixteen years, I slaved and whored for the humans,” he sneered the word. “And to protect their property, they made sure the spells were cast on me by their sorcerers.  I know all about being meat, Ogun.  I know about the degradation and the hate.  I know about you and only if you are a very fucked up individual, then you didn’t like the life you were forced to lead.  Did you think my braids were for show?  I am blank on their origins but I can assure you I understand what each and every bell and bead means.” “But … but–” “My father found me,” Rotic continued, sitting up higher as he pulled Ogun’s head back, exposing his vulnerable neck to those sharpened teeth of his.  “He saw something in me and brought me here.  I wear the bells and the beads so that I never forget where I come from, Consort.  I will never forget what shaped me.  And you will never forget what shaped you.” “I didn’t know,” Ogun gasped, his neck arched almost painfully.  He should have fled, run scared.  This male had the right to do whatever he wanted to his body, and no one would come to his aid. But he found his cock hardening like it never had before, all from the rough touch of this male. “I know what the silver braces are,” he continued.  “I know they limit your powers.” “I still have magi…” “But it won’t work on me, elf,” Rotic took pride in sneering.  “I am of the earth.  Nothing you do can harm me.  I’ll merely absorb it and reuse the energy at a later date.” “That’s imposable,” he stammered, not believing his only defense was being taken away from him. “It is possible, Elf. You are made of fire and air. But even fire and air are smothered beneath the weight of the mountain and the sand.” Ogun closed his eyes, having nothing to say to that.  What could he say?  He was lost and vulnerable and heading into territory he had never before explored.  It was scary as much as it was enticing. “And will you smother me?” he asked, all pretense gone.  “Will you smother me until I am snuffed, Master?” “I am your partner,” Rotic snarled in his face, bringing his sharpened teeth so close to his neck all he could do was whimper and submit, let his head fall further back and trust the not human Orc to hold his weight. Then he was jerked forward so fast that his head began to spin. He opened his mouth to protest, to yell, to do something when Rotic slammed his mouth down on his and invaded. Oh gods, the way he kissed, all tongue and lips, nipping with those scary teeth but never drawing blood, it was like being eaten alive! Ogun’s hands tangled in his owner’s hair, his fingers tugging at the beads and bells and only drawing a deep sound of pain arousal from the male. “Prepare the way!” It was an order Ogun could not refuse or refute, not if he didn’t want to be in some very real pain soon. He muttered the chants, felt the tingle as the muscles in his ass were loosed and lubricated. He looked up and gave a shudder of real fear as those pale eyes bore into his. He was going to be taken, conquered and there was nothing he could do about it but sit back, relax, and hopefully enjoy the ride. He felt his partner, more his master now, fold him nearly in half and the kiss of his metal pierced cock’s head against the trembling skin of his ass. “You would be a fool to assign human emotions to this,” he snarled, his artificially sharpened teeth glinting in the light of the chamber as he bared them at him. Ogun threw back his head, a shout of shock rippling through him as his partner lowered his head and clamped his teeth down on his shoulder, parting the skin and drawing a small amount of purple blood. The bolt of pain shot through him, stealing his ability to complain or to cry halt.  But along with that pain came a draft of pleasure so blinding he could only curl up and offer his throat for more. His cock, once going flaccid, was now hard enough to crush stones. It pulsed between them, running along the muscled cobblestones of his partner’s stomach, creating a friction that almost had him blasting his load even before they started. This was insane, he knew, but he could only whimper and submit. He felt his magi pulse against the bands that held him in check and it was another form of frustration. His magi ached to mark his partner as well, wanted to show its submission, and it couldn’t.  It drew an aggravated whine from his mouth even as his arms locked down on his shoulders in reaction. Rotic snarled and shook his head like a hunting beast before he released the wound, licking at the tiny incisions that were rapidly healing on his neck.  Somehow, he knew the mark was permanent and he just couldn’t bring himself to care. “Not a fucking human,” Rotic snarled again.  Rotic’s hands that were once resting by Ogun’s head now reached for his wrists, gripping the binding cuffs in his fists and squeezing hard.  “Not afraid of you or your magi, elf.” That said, Rotic flexed a strange magi of his own.  It wasn’t exactly Orc and it wasn’t human sorcery – only Ogun couldn’t identify it, didn’t know what it was, and it didn’t matter.  It was what the magic was doing that was more important. And he was there, his mate’s dick prepared to invade his ass, he felt his own magi beat at the cuffs then felt the blinding white heat of his mas… no, his partner’s magi invade his body. He threw his head back and screamed as Rotic’s power invaded his body.  It zinged though his body, touching key lay points, it burned underneath his skin making his muscles flex, it gabbed his sexuality and bathed it in the glory that was Rotic.

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