MasukThere was no time to think; one minute I was dressed, the next my gown was being ripped off me, four strong hands roaming my body, causing foreign but pleasant tingles.Lucien, of course, was the initiator; he covered most of the space, being so interested in whatever they called this. The thought that this man most times made me believe he loathed me then he'd switch to flirting with me, now he was kissing my neck, sucking my tender skin and I can not help the sounds that escape my lips. “Hmmm… so responsive..” he growled suddenly, the sound made my skin shiver, he moved down and immediately caught a nipple into his mouth, when he sucked on my pink bud, my eyes rolled back. “Ahhhh…ahhh..” I moaned into the night. Keal was behind me now. My dress was torn and forgotten. I was naked while both men still had their robes on.I can not believe I agreed to this! Not like they gave me a choice.The sweet feeling of his teeth grinding my right nipple made me scream louder; my husband’s gr
Princess WinnieI arrived in Aveloria on the morning of my wedding.The kingdom rose from the hills like something out of a storybook—white stone towers, gold-tipped spires, banners of deep blue and silver dancing in the wind. My carriage barely stopped before I stepped out, lifting my skirts in excitement like a girl instead of the composed princess I was meant to be.This was the day I had been promised.Prince Kael had been my betrothed since childhood. We had grown together in letters, in summer visits, in laughter stolen between court lessons. He was not a stranger to me. He was my friend.And today, he would be my husband.I barely waited for formal announcements before slipping away from my attendants and hurrying through familiar corridors toward his chambers. The guards at his door hesitated, but they knew me. I did not wait for permission.I pushed the door open with a smile already on my lips.“Kael—”My voice softened when I saw he wasn’t alone.Kael stood near the tall ar
Like a child watching their favorite candy being unwrapped, I watched, my gaze never left his cock and how he stroked it. He knew exactly what he was doing, because a huge grin was plastered on his face, “I see how badly you want it, Oma… quit playing and let’s have some fun Mother-in-Law.” The way he said my name, how sinful yet alluring this sounded, it all made my hunger deepen, he was fine as fuck, and a nice cock… I bet it'll feel so good inside me. The temptation hung, pressing down on me I could barely think straight. “You don't have to be shy…” he whispers as he moves to stand the tub, so close now. His hard cock dangled near my face. I swallowed hard, this was getting more intense, more real and I knew I would never last.“Taste it, Oma..” he whispers again and that does it. “Fuck it.” I let out, before proceeding to grab his hot cock. Fuck he was big and beautiful. He hissed when I finally took him into my mouth, “That's it… Hmm..” Hands grab my wet hair, and I sucked
Oma’s povI hadn’t realized how quiet my life had become until I arrived at my daughter’s house.The flight had been long, exhausting in the way travel always was at my age, but the moment I stepped into their home, I felt something loosen in my chest. Laughter filled the air. Warmth. Familiarity. My daughter rushed into my arms like she hadn’t just left my house a year ago as a married woman.“Mom,” she breathed, squeezing me tight. “I’ve missed you so much.”Her husband stood behind her, smiling politely, respectfully. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Calm in that steady way men sometimes are when they know exactly who they are. He carried my suitcase upstairs himself, insisted on it, and showed me to the guest room with a gentleness that caught me off guard.That first evening passed in soft conversations and shared meals. Wine flowed. Stories were told. I watched them move around each other with ease—stolen smiles, casual touches, laughter that came from somewhere deep and real. I told mys
“Hmmm… You taste good, Raleo,” I moaned before going back to suck him. He was large; only half of his cock could enter my mouth, the rest my hands handled.Stroking him as I sucked, tongue twirling on his tip, moaning as I engraved my name into him. With the twisted look of pleasure plastered on his face, I knew damn well this was one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had.“Oh, fuck… Tracy…” he moaned, gripping my hair, pulling it away from my mouth. His assistance earned him a deep throating, and he growled, unable to hold back. Passionately and skillfully, I sucked him off.“You love how I deep throat this cock…?” I asked, diving down his length again before he could reply. The gagged sounds I made made my pussy throb eagerly.“Oh, fuck yes… I love your wet throat,” he whispered lustfully.“Hmm… of course you do…” I stroked and sucked non-stop, drooling over his sweet cock. For almost thirty minutes, I knelt there, sucking my gardener off until he finally came all over my face.“Jesus
TracyFive years of marriage should not feel this quiet.I loved my husband—God, I did—but love had begun to feel like routine. Morning kisses that tasted like coffee and deadlines. Nights where his laptop light glowed brighter than my body beside him.We had built a beautiful life, a beautiful home, a beautiful daughter… yet somewhere along the way, desire had been misplaced, like something forgotten in a locked drawer.He never fucked me enough. The early stage of our marriage was crazy, we made love every hour but now things had changed. And with it the increase of my libido.I had tried everything. Lingerie. Getaways. Late-night confessions whispered against his shoulder. He always listened, always nodded, always promised later.Later never came.And then Raleo arrived. The new gardener.Three weeks ago, to be exact.I noticed him the first morning he stepped into our garden, sunlight cutting across his shoulders like it knew him. He wore a faded singlet that clung to muscle earne







