All Chapters of Rough Mercy: A Collection of Dark Passions: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The barracks shower room was older than half the men who used it, with pipes that groaned when the hot water kicked in, and concrete floors worn smooth in the centre from decades of boots and bare feet. Moon stepped inside and closed the door gently behind him. The air was so dense with steam he could barely see across the room, shapes moving behind the white curtain of vapour, the slap of water on tile and the inaudible murmur of voices somewhere deeper in the mist. His towel hung loose around his hips, already damp from the humidity, and the concrete was cold against his bare feet.He'd waited until he thought the showers would be empty, long after lights-out, and Sergeant Scorpion had finished barking orders and the barracks had settled into uneasy silence. He'd lain in his bunk, staring at the ceiling, counting breaths, waiting until the last cough and the last creak of a mattress had faded before slipping out with his towel and his regulation soap.But others who liked to bathe

“Hands off yourself,” Cyril ordered. He pulled his thumb from Moon's mouth, and Moon's fingers slid free of his body, and then Cyril was gripping his wrist, pulling his arm back. “Bill is going to fuck you first. You're going to take every inch. And when he's done filling you up, Manuel will do it again. And then —” He paused, and something dark flickered behind his eyes. “Then you're going to show me how grateful you are. Understand?”Moon nodded. His voice was gone. His whole body was trembling, shaking with something that wasn't fear and wasn't arousal but was both, a hot liquid need that had swallowed him whole.“Good.” Cyril straightened up, his hand still in Moon's hair. “On your hands and knees. Face the wall.”Moon turned. The concrete was hard under his knees, and the tile cool against his palms. He was facing the wall now, his back to the three men, his ass raised in the air, and he could feel their eyes on him like a physical weight. The shower was still running somewhere b

Moon's breath caught. His body was wrecked, and his hole was sore. But his cock was impossibly and unbelievably stirring again. It was twitching with interest at Cyril's words.“Get up,” Cyril said. “Hands against the wall.”Moon's legs barely held him. He stumbled to the wall, pressed his palms against the cool tile, and bent forward. His ass was exposed again, and he could feel their eyes on his used hole, with the cum still dripping down his thighs.“Bill,” Cyril said. “Manuel. Together.”Moon's heart stopped.“Both of you,” Cyril continued, and there was something almost like amusement in his voice now. “Let's see how much that hole can really take.”Manuel moved first and reached for Moon's hips. “You hear that, rookie? Two at once. Think you can handle it?”Moon couldn't answer. His throat was closed with terror and arousal, and when he felt Manuel's cock press against his entrance again, he bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.“Relax,” Manuel murmured against his ear. “You'r

He pulled himself out. His cock was thick, half-hard, veined, the head flushed dark. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked as he watched my face.“Open your mouth.”I didn't move. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to fight, to do anything but kneel here with this man's cock in front of my face. But I didn't run. I didn't fight because this was what they trained me for.I opened my mouth.He guided himself forward, and the head pressed against my lower lip—the taste of salt and skin. I breathed through my nose, trying to steady myself, and he pushed in.My eyes watered immediately. He was thick, and my jaw complained at the stretch. He slid deeper until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and he stopped.“Breathe through your nose,” he said, his voice soft, almost kind. “And relax your throat.”I tried. I focused on breathing, on unclenching the muscles in my neck, and he pushed deeper. My nose pressed a

Prompt from TeeteeSummary: As a werewolf who watched his parents get killed by vampires, Laty vowed to take revenge on the species. However, the goddess had another plan for him. And that plan included having a vampire mate.*******Laty was frustrated with the mission they sent him on. Out of all the soldiers in the palace, Supreme Prince Fern had to send him to the border! He wanted so badly to be sent to Galizma. But no, he had to be sent to this goddess-forsaken place. He kicked the sand in anger as he took a step toward the camp he just erected.The camp was a small one, done up carelessly. It showed how much Laty cared about the camp and the setting up. He just wanted to leave. That's it. He needed to go to Galizma and show those stupid Vampires what he was capable of doing. Laty, incidentally, kicked the large stone in anger."Goddess!” He hopped on one foot, strongly clutching the foot he hit on the stone. His face turned red as the pain washed over him before it subsided."T