Mercenary Enrollment Ao3 Novels & Stories

I would never have been reunited with Knox, and never would have met Jory or Merrick, my Sir. Jory looks like a big, bad tattooed guy with piercings and an attitude, but is actually one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met. Yeah, he’s a bit of a sex addict, but we all have our flaws. As for Merrick, I haven’t been taught much yet, but I feel as though I was born to be his submissive. I want to please him, and in return, he teaches me more about my desires than I ever knew. Realizing that I secretly love having my body used sexually by all three is a huge turn on for me, and I don’t know if I will ever be the same if I end up having to leave after thirty days.

It excited them, the idea of buying their father a gift. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw a woman I knew. A flash of my memories returned. The dark forest I had journeyed with Levi. The fog covered the earth and turned daylight to night. I remembered what she had said. 'Mercenaries have a code of silence, darling.' It was her. The druid mercenary on Arianna's payroll. She was here, watching me.

“Yes. The residents of Arden Retis have long intermingled with the merfolk. “Lord Anterton is several generations removed, but he married a mer-woman, Ngarilpha, so his children, Leongrad and Allician have inherited many of their mother’s ways.” “It will be good to have more strong brethren friendly allies in this war,” Ashara closed the chest. “Ah,” she said as Mesandre returned. “Thank you.”

She had spent over half of that time trying to create a cure with the help of the Aequivalere. The Aequivalere is an association of supernatural creatures that played referee, making sure that each species more or less behaved themselves and kept their existence hidden from the general human populace. Lily helped them stop the werewolf Xavier Thompson from creating more hybrids like her and all his other dark research and in exchange, she worked from them and they helped her research a cure, though so far they hadn’t gone far in all this time.

“Your humanity. Your soul. The things you hold dear will fade, but in their place, you will be unstoppable.” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. Did I care about humanity? About love? The only thing I wanted was strength—enough strength to crush Kaida, to make Atlas regret ever rejecting me, to claim the Crescent Moon pack as my own. “I accept,” I said, my voice steady. The moment the words left my lips, the artifact’s energy exploded around me. I fell to my knees as visions flooded my mind—battles fought and won, wolves bowing at my feet, Atlas and Kaida kneeling before me in defeat.

I said softly as I placed a hand on his chest, "I have no issues being his friend but I need you both to stop this." Ryan bristled slightly but the furious rumbling in his chest subsided slightly as I turned to face the mercenary sternly. "I need you to understand that Ryan is my mate and my soon to be husband. The only thing I can offer you is friendship and I will not tolerate any attempts to antagonize him…do you understand?" The mercenary grinned happily as he bowed deeply. "For you my lady, I will accept any terms. I will always be your knight in shining armor…even though my lady can drink me under the table with ease." He winked as he left the room with an arrogant swagger to his steps

It doesn’t take long before someone says what I already know is coming. “It’s a bad fucking idea,” Growl mutters from the far end of the table. He’s one of the older patched members, the kind who’s been through enough wars to know when a new one’s about to start. “You can’t be both. You can’t ride for this club and sign your name on a list like that. You do that, you’re not a brother. You’re a fucking mercenary.” The word hits hard, but I don’t flinch. I expected it. Hell, I probably deserve it.

ARC 5: SENSORY OVERLORD (pun intended) WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, non-consensual sensory manipulation, mind-breaking psychological domination, public use and humiliation, forced orgasms. All set in a superpowered world. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint and destructive power fantasies. ---- Mark Crowe's POV I didn’t hate my life. Hate was too small a word,it was too simple

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again