me.”
She nodded, yawned and wrapped her arm around him. When he stroked his hands down her back, she winced until he healed the marks from her punishment.
Pain free, she let images of her day follow her into her dreams, and when she woke up astride her partner, she grinned.
Riding a Hirn was not a skill that she had ever seen on a resume, but it was definitely something that you needed a certain amount of focus for. Too deep and you were uncomfortable, too shallow and he was upset, wrong angle and you hurt him, so she finally surrendered and dismounted, posing for him on hands and knees.
He did not resist but was on his knees behind her, lifting her to him and sliding back inside her before he set up a hard slapping rhythm.
She whimpered as her release got closer, but when he roared as his cock pumped into her, she let him have this one to the multitude she had had earlier that day.
It was only fair after all.
With a smile on her face, she let him bear her to the bed. He rolled her to her back and started suckling at her breasts. The wet heat of his mouth got her entire focus as he sucked, drew and sucked again. His sharp teeth were a silent threat during the entire procedure, but it added a thrill to the feel of a mouth sucking her.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, and when he moved lower, she gripped his antlers for support.
Orphia had to admit that Xeric lived up to the Hirn reputation for being a bit sex mad, but she also had to agree that she was not too far behind. It might be the Hirn genes in her bloodline or the Hirn in her bed, but one thing was certain, life as a Nameless had its perks, and while they may have all of time to spend together, every moment was precious.
She was going to make sure that every second counted, and Xeric was going to be at her side the whole time. The worry she caused him was not worth the frisson of freedom, and the punishment was not something she wished to court either.
Her ass just couldn’t take it.
Author’s Note
Await introduces the Hirn, forest lords who are long dead. It sounds bad until you realize that they can have mixed-blood children all over the universe and a recessive gene can be lurking anywhere.
Awake is the next coming instalment of the Nameless portion of the Terran Times . We will learn a little bit more about why they do what they do and what is setting things wonky all over the universe.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
www.extasybooks.com
www.violagrace.com
www.devinedestinies.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
She nodded, yawned and wrapped her arm around him. When he stroked his hands down her back, she winced until he healed the marks from her punishment.
Pain free, she let images of her day follow her into her dreams, and when she woke up astride her partner, she grinned.
Riding a Hirn was not a skill that she had ever seen on a resume, but it was definitely something that you needed a certain amount of focus for. Too deep and you were uncomfortable, too shallow and he was upset, wrong angle and you hurt him, so she finally surrendered and dismounted, posing for him on hands and knees.
He did not resist but was on his knees behind her, lifting her to him and sliding back inside her before he set up a hard slapping rhythm.
She whimpered as her release got closer, but when he roared as his cock pumped into her, she let him have this one to the multitude she had had earlier that day.
It was only fair after all.
With a smile on her face, she let him bear her to the bed. He rolled her to her back and started suckling at her breasts. The wet heat of his mouth got her entire focus as he sucked, drew and sucked again. His sharp teeth were a silent threat during the entire procedure, but it added a thrill to the feel of a mouth sucking her.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, and when he moved lower, she gripped his antlers for support.
Orphia had to admit that Xeric lived up to the Hirn reputation for being a bit sex mad, but she also had to agree that she was not too far behind. It might be the Hirn genes in her bloodline or the Hirn in her bed, but one thing was certain, life as a Nameless had its perks, and while they may have all of time to spend together, every moment was precious.
She was going to make sure that every second counted, and Xeric was going to be at her side the whole time. The worry she caused him was not worth the frisson of freedom, and the punishment was not something she wished to court either.
Her ass just couldn’t take it.
Author’s Note
Await introduces the Hirn, forest lords who are long dead. It sounds bad until you realize that they can have mixed-blood children all over the universe and a recessive gene can be lurking anywhere.
Awake is the next coming instalment of the Nameless portion of the Terran Times . We will learn a little bit more about why they do what they do and what is setting things wonky all over the universe.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
[email protected]
www.extasybooks.com
www.violagrace.com
www.devinedestinies.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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