ログインOrion's magic coursed through me like liquid fire as he moved, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that were more than merely physical.I could suddenly see the other world overlaid on this one, spirits watching from the shadows between the ancient trees, ancient powers gathering from all directions to witness this most sacred union between mortal and magic."The spirits are well pleased," the High Priestess announced, her voice carrying across multiple realities at once."They bless this breeding with extraordinary fertility.This is something unprecedented in all our history." I came again as Orion's magic intensified around us, my body convulsing around his cock while colors I had no names for danced behind my closed eyes.The pleasure was beyond anything physical, touching parts of my soul I hadn't known existed.When he finally spilled his seed inside me with a cry that sounded like thunder rolling across distant mountains, I felt it merge with the seed of the others, felt the
Ryker the hunter mounted me before I had even caught my breath from Kael's powerful claiming.Where Kael had been pure power and dominance, Ryker was patience and precision, his lean muscular body moving against mine with a rhythm that built my pleasure slowly but absolutely inexorably toward another peak."The spirits favor you greatly," he murmured softly as he rocked into me with measured strokes, his cock sliding through the slickness left behind by Kael's abundant seed."I can feel it in the way your body grips me so tightly, hungry for everything we can give you tonight." He was right about my hunger.The sacred herbs had awakened something primal deep inside me, something that craved more than any single man could possibly provide no matter how skilled or well-endowed.I wrapped my legs around his lean waist and pulled him deeper inside me, urging him to fill me completely with every stroke."Patience, chosen one," he whispered with a knowing smile. "A hunter knows the true val
I had been chosen for the highest honor our village could bestow upon a woman.In our isolated mountain community, where ancient traditions still governed every aspect of daily life, the Breeding Ceremony was the most sacred ritual of all.Once every seven years, when the harvest moon rose full and golden over the sacred grove of ancient oaks, one maiden was selected by the spirits themselves to participate in this most sacred of rites.She would lie with the five chosen warriors, the strongest and most virile men of our entire tribe, and from their combined seed would come the next generation of leaders who would guide our people into the future.I was twenty-three summers old, healthy and fertile, my body ripe and ready for exactly this sacred purpose.When the High Priestess spoke my name during the selection ritual held in the great hall before the entire village, I felt a mixture of terror and anticipation that settled low in my belly like molten honey spreading warmth through my
He came to us like a man approaching an altar, reverent and eager and barely able to contain himself.Claudette and I undressed him together, working in perfect synchronization as if we'd been doing this for years. She handled his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and pushing it off his shoulders while I worked on his belt and pants. When he was finally naked between us, his cock standing proud and eager, we pushed him down onto the bed and took our positions on either side of him."The rules are simple," Claudette explained, running her hand down his chest and circling one of his nipples with her fingernail. "You do not move unless we tell you to. You do not come until we give explicit permission. And you do everything we ask without question. Understood?""Understood," Elias managed, his voice already strained with want."Good boy." She nodded at me with an approving smile. "Your wife will start. Show him what you learned from me tonight."I leaned over and kissed him, letting him taste
She laid me down on the white sheets like I was something precious, something to be savored."First," Claudette said, positioning herself over me, "we learn what makes you tremble."She kissed my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts above my bra. Each kiss was purposeful, mapping my responses, cataloging which spots made me gasp and which made me moan.When she unclasped my bra and took my nipple in her mouth, I arched off the bed with a cry."There," she murmured against my skin. "That is the sound I wanted."She lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between them, using her tongue and her teeth until I was writhing under her.I'd never felt this sensitive before, never felt so completely focused on by another person. Elias was an attentive lover, but this was different.Claudette touched me like she knew my body better than I did."May I?" she asked, her fingers playing with the waistband of my underwear, teasing the sensitive skin just above where I needed her most.
The auction began at ten o'clock sharp.We'd spent the last hour talking with Claudette, learning that she was a gallery owner who'd been part of the Velour Society for three years, that she preferred champagne to wine and women to men but found the right couple irresistible, that she'd been watching us since we walked in because she recognized something in us that she found compelling."You are hungry," she'd said, her finger tracing the rim of her glass. "Both of you. Hungry for something you have not yet tasted. I find that hunger very attractive."Now she was standing on the small stage at the front of the room, one of a dozen participants waiting to be bid upon. The auctioneer, a silver-haired man with a commanding presence, was working his way through the offerings with theatrical flair."And now, Lot Number Seven. The lovely Claudette, a three-year member of our society, offering herself for the evening to the highest bidder. Shall we start at fifty tokens?"Elias squeezed my
My brother canceled six hours before the trip. Work emergency. The smart move was staying home. I drove to the cabin anyway because Patrick would be there and I'd been in love with Patrick since I was sixteen years old and this was the first time in my entire life I'd be near him without my broth
My chest hits the cold glass and I gasp, but before I can process the sensation, I hear his belt unbuckling behind me and everything in my body clenches with anticipation."Was gonna take my time with you," he says, the rasp of his zipper filling the silence. "Had this whole plan. Wine you, dine yo
I'm wrecked. Completely and utterly destroyed. My body is limp on the mattress, covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably. I can barely hold myself up. My legs are useless, shaking so hard I couldn't stand if my life depended on it.They've been fucking me for hours. The candles have burned down.
Three-game suspension. I treat his knuckles every night in the empty training room and the dynamic between us has shifted into something I can’t name. He’s stopped being cruel. What’s below is worse.He’s desperate in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the possibility th







