All Chapters of Unhinged Desires!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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After the fuck session was over, the prince made himself presentable and had his guard wrapped up in a blanket, carrying him to his own bedroom bridal style. "Master, I've lost all face. I bet everyone is laughing at me now that the proud me has finally fallen," Helio said with a resigned sigh."No, dear. Don't think so. For the time being, stay here in my room. You're in heat, and in the first three days, you need a cock. I'll provide mine anytime you need it." "...okay," Helio nodded with a shy expression. "Um .. Your Highness, can you... ask the servants to, um... fill the tub for me. I need to bathe."The prince nodded. "Sure thing." After bathing, the prince treated him to some snacks and then insisted they share the bed. It was big enough to fit five people anyway. The next morning, Helio, refusing to lie in bed all day, stepped out of the prince's room. Servants who saw him greeted him, but he could hear them gossiping before and after greeting him.Yeah, the fact that Prin

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Helio was embarrassed, but took solace in the fact that no one could see his hole being penetrated, at least. He tried to stifle the moans, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. But that was a mission doomed to fail from the start. And a short while later, the prince stopped his waist's movements and asked him to ride his cock.Knowing people were looking, Helio refused. "My prince, people are watching me. It's bad enough they've seen my moaning face," he whispered in embarrassment. The prince turned his head to see several palace guards looking at them. They didn't bother turning away because it was useless since Helio already snitched on them. Sigh, they sure couldn't escape punishment.But if they were going to get punished, then they might as well look enough. "What did I tell you?" The prince said in a tone that sent chills down their spines. Okay, they were dead meat. "We're sorry, Your Highness," they chorused. "Turn around."They all obeyed, hearts pounding hard i

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Anan’s POV…I needed to cum.I needed to fuck. Or, preferably, be fucked. But I'd take anything I could get right now. My cock was hard and aching. The curse had hit me hard in the stupid solitary cell they placed me. I sat on the cold floor with my back against the wall. My hands were free, but I couldn't touch myself. If I did, the guards might hear. I didn't care about that, but thinking of the fact that the ache wouldn't stop if I stroked my cock, I decided against it. The need burned through me. I kept shifting my hips, but it did not help.How did I end up here?It started a few hours ago. I was at a dead end in the alley, and the police had me cornered. Their cars blocked every way out. Flashlights pointed at my face. I stood there with my arms crossed and laughed at them.“You think you can catch me?” I said. “I'm Anan. You will never get hold of me.”I kept talking big. I told them they were wasting their time. I told them I would walk out of there without a scratch. My

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Anan’s POV … I couldn't keep my hands off myself. The lust sat in my gut like a fever that had nowhere left to go. It crawled down my spine and settled in my balls until every breath made my cock twitch. I was already wet at the tip, clear fluid beading there and sliding down the shaft when I wrapped my fist around it. I stroked slowly on purpose. I wanted Jones to see every inch. I wanted him to watch the way my hand twisted at the head and came back down shiny. He stood on the other side of the bars, arms folded across his chest and face set like stone. He was trying not to look, but his eyes kept dropping anyway. I turned my back to him and bent at the waist. I reached behind myself with both hands and spread my ass open. The cool air of the cell touched the hole, and I felt it clench. "Look at it," I said. My voice came out rough. "I already cleaned it. Nothing dirty back there. You can see." I pushed one finger in, just the first knuckle at first. The stretch pulled a

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Anan's POV...I did it fast.My cock hung heavy between my thighs, dripping onto the stone floor in a thin string. I gripped two bars hard enough that the metal bit into my palms. I pushed my ass back until the cool iron kissed the backs of my thighs.Jones crouched a little on his side of the bars. I felt his breath first, warm against the skin of my lower back. Then two of his fingers replaced mine. He shoved them in without any speech, and the sudden fullness almost folded me."Fuck.""That is the idea," he said. His voice was low and close. "You wanted this. You don't get to set the pace."He found that spot inside me and rubbed it like he was punishing it. My knees tried to buckle. I locked them. I kept my hands locked on the bars because if I let go, I was going to grab my cock and finish myself before he ever got inside me."You are soaked," he said. "For a man who spent the last hour begging, you sure leak like a whore.""Then treat me like one."He did.His other hand cam

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Anan’s POV…Three days.Three long days since Jones walked out of the corridor with my pearl in his gut and the taste of me still on him. The worst of the fever had burned down, but the hunger never left. It sat under my skin like a low coal, waiting for a quiet hour to flare back up.I was alone in the cell. No boots in the hall. No voices. Just the slow drip of water somewhere in the stone and the sound of my own breathing.My cock was already half hard from nothing more than the quiet. I sat on the edge of the thin mattress, legs spread, and pushed my pants down to my thighs. Cool air touched me, and I hissed through my teeth.I wrapped my right hand around the shaft and gave a slow pull from base to tip. The head was already wet. I thumbed over the slit and spread the clear fluid down until my palm slid easier. The first real stroke pulled a soft sound out of me that I didn't try to stop.I leaned back against the wall. Eyes half closed. I started stroking in earnest. Long, stea

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Anan’s POV ...The criminal was in cuffs.I had tracked the residual magic on the stolen goods straight to the warehouse and held the binding spell long enough for the others to move in. It was clean work. Fast. The kind of thing that made the captain nod once and move on to the next problem.The team was still talking near the open doors of the trailer that served as a mobile station. Voices overlapping. Someone laughing too loudly from the leftover adrenaline. I stood a little apart, hands in my pockets, trying to ignore the low heat that had started crawling up my spine the moment Jones had brushed past me during the arrest.It was not a full fever. Just enough to make my skin feel too tight. Enough to make me restless in a way that had nothing to do with the job.I cleared my throat.“Could you all give us a minute or maybe five?” I said. My voice came out quieter than I meant. “Private,” I added.A couple of them looked over. One of the younger officers raised an eyebrow.“Ever

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Anan’s POV…A particular mafia prisoner didn't want to talk. That's what I was told. Even with torture, his lips remained sealed. Threats? That was even more useless.Getting to the interrogation room, I heard him laughing and taunting the officer.I called the one interrogating him aside and told him not to worry that I'd surely make this bastard confess. The officer let me interrogate him and left to attend to something, not forgetting to shut the door. I was alone with this twisted fellow, but I wasn't afraid even though I had no gun. I didn't need it. I just needed to use my powers and have him spill the truths I wanted to hear. The pen in my pocket was a recorder. After everything, under my power of manipulation, he spilt the beans. Helpful information that could lead to the successful arrest of more law offenders. Satisfied, I snapped my fingers. The pen in my pocket vanished and appeared in the pocket of the interrogation officer. My work was done here. Or so I thoug

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Anan’s POV.. .. ..An eternity later, I could finally stand, though my legs still shook and every step sent a dull ache through my used hole and up my spine.I pulled my pants up with careful hands, wiped what I could with a discarded cloth, and limped out of the interrogation room before anyone else could walk in on the aftermath.The corridor felt longer than usual as my gait remained uneven. I kept one hand on the wall for balance until I reached the small room where the two officers from earlier were waiting, both looking up the second I appeared in the doorway. Neither of them spoke, and I did not give them the chance to start.I crossed the floor on unsteady legs and lowered myself to my knees in front of them, head down and hands open on my thighs. The position made the ache between my cheeks flare, but I stayed there anyway.“I’m sorry,” I said, the words coming out rough. “For what you witnessed earlier.”One of them shifted his weight while I kept my eyes on the floor.“The

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Anan’s POV…The rain had trapped us since late afternoon.The rock shelter was little more than a deep overhang in the cliff face, dry enough to keep the worst of the water out but open on one side to the storm. Wind drove sheets of rain across the entrance every few minutes while thunder rolled somewhere higher in the hills. We had finished the tracking work hours ago, leaving nothing to do but wait for the weather to break.Jones had stayed behind at the secondary site with two other men, while the rest of us—six including me—sat on our packs and spare gear, listening to the rain and trying not to think about how long it might last.I felt the heat start low in my gut around dusk.It was not the full-moon fever, but rather the ordinary leftover hunger that came after using my powers to follow the residual trail through the wet forest. It should have been manageable, yet it climbed steadily while the others talked in low voices about rotation schedules and whether the river would

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