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His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

“Give in, you too know it very well. You can’t resist this pull between us. We are fated mates. Give in to the will of God and be mine…” Devon had sex with me until I passed out. Somewhere in his touch, somewhere in his scent, somewhere in the act of him pleasuring himself, I was looking for the gentleness, care, security and love I had felt with Mask. And that search didn’t end until the very end. Devon and I had sex as mates were expected to have. Sometimes good, sometimes empty, and sometimes painful. I realised the difference between loving a person as a whole and loving just the body that belonged to someone.

"I couldn't do that, Jen. I'm not like you. I wouldn't feel comfortable having sex with another man, and cheating on Mark doesn't feel right." "But you've fantasized about having sex with other men, haven't you? You must have masturbated thinking about someone you know or saw on the street, in a magazine or a movie. I'm sure you've imagined someone else's cock in your pussy when your husband fucked you. We all have." Abby's face turned red. "That's different. It's a fantasy. It's not real."

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

Because these fantasy animals are just fictional on Earth. I froze when Alexander moved beneath me. Because currently, I am cursing our position! I am like a child sitting on his thighs! "It's more than that mate, but since you are a human, you can't thoroughly understand it. In our race, once we find our mate, it means we are already bound beyond papers and vows. We became one, not just in our eyes but even in the sacred eyes of our Goddess. Because she is the one who gave our mate to us."

I said while the laughter was still raucous. The men fell quiet, their eyes expectant and wide. “Malachi,” he snarled. “But I’ll have you screaming my name before sundown.” “Even if I wasn’t completely devoted to my mate, I wouldn’t go anywhere near such a savage.” “If all you’ve had is that pretty boy, then you’ll howl at the cock of a real man,” he said from between clenched teeth. “By real man, do you mean one who can’t get laid without using force?”

And turns out, Angela did not object that she would be my 6th wife, after the sisters, instead she was proud of the positions and the fact that I have many wives already. She said that it was a proved that I was a man, I didn’t frowned or say anything, because for a monarch, it was customary and a must to have many wives. For the heir problems and also a reputation problem, even the Battle Star Emperor himself have hundreds of wives and hundred of concubine, and some of them were men. Fantasma is a world where sexual orientation nor desires were hindered of objected. Everyone were free to do what they want when it comes to sex, even incest were not looked down, many of the young men usually

He’s also maybe right about the goddess just throwing random people together, because how else would it explain that my so-called true mate would be male if I’m not gay. ‘Are you sure about that Nathaniel? Are you sure we both carve to be with a male and not a female.’ ‘What the hell are you talking about you damn wolf?’ ‘What do you mean what am I talking about? I know you felt the same thing that I felt seeing that sexy guy that was getting out of the van. I know for a fact that you had the urge to have his hands all over us, because I felt it as well.’ ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, so shut your damn mouth.’

"We should make your dream come true. Do you want that?" I don't answer only close my eyes and let myself enjoy the way his hands roamed my body. He lifts me up with ease placing me on his desk then stepping in between my parted legs. I reached to touch him but he doesn't let me. He keeps both my hands behind my back in his grip. "What does being your Mate mean?" I ask suddenly keeping my eyes shut. I feel his soft lips on my exposed neck kissing and sucking. "It means you're Mine. Only mine and you won't be able to be with another Man except me."

"Of course. That seems like a pretty specific fantasy." "No, not really. Like I said, my most common fantasy version is a vaginal gang-bang in the dark, starting with one guy. Here I am mixing that fantasy with a particular critical real-world limitation and some good fortune in terms of a prior activity. I have to stress, I really do want this. Penetration by flesh and blood is... it is something I miss. Shall we?" "That sounds very good to me. How do you want it? Laying down? Hands and knees? I am not sure the floor in here..."