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Authors: Colette Gale
Tags: Fiction/Erotica
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Zaren went over.
His hips shot forward, jamming his rod deep into the tight heat that surrounded him, exploding with such force that he cried like a dying animal. He pulsed and shook and panted as he emptied himself, hanging by his wrists, his head tipped back, his hair clinging to his damp skin.
The man sucked one last time, swirled his tongue around his head as if in farewell, then pulled back and stood. His eyes were no longer cold, but burned dark and black. His lips were puffy and glistened and he looked at Zaren as if he were about to eat him. Meeting his eyes, he held Zaren’s gaze as he swallowed heavily and thickly, then his tongue came out to lick his lips as if very satisfied. His smile was hot and the message there sent another unexpected bolt of lust through Zaren.
He closed his eyes, mortified and confused. He’d seen men and women in the mating act, but he’d not known men could do the same to each other. He trembled, thinking of Jane…what would she say?
He was still shaking, still lost in the vestiges of lust, when he felt the man standing behind him again. What was this?
The man’s hands were on him again, stroking down his torso and hips, and then Zaren felt the prod of something much thicker than a finger behind him. He tensed, arching forward and away, pulling on the rope restraints.
But he was fixed fast, and the man’s hands held him in place as he curled strong fingers tighter around his thighs. The probing became more insistent, closer, harder, and all at once Zaren realized what was happening.
He let out a furious roar, the sound of a lion attacking, just as the man shoved himself up inside him. Zaren cried out again as pleasure and pain coursed through him. Fury ripped through him as the other man’s hard cock eased slowly in, deeper and deeper. He was full and tight, and the sensation was awful and yet horribly arousing…shocking and hot. His own rod lifted and shifted, beginning to harden once more. Pleasure grew like a starburst, spreading through his belly and limbs.
Zaren struggled desperately, pulling and twisting and trying to free himself of this invasion, but he was trapped and helpless.
The man panted behind him, his breath hot and moist on his shoulder. Full, wet lips brushed along Zaren’s skin, making it prickle uncomfortably as the man pushed himself deeper. Zaren felt hard, hairy thighs pressing against his from behind, and he struggled anew, half sobbing in desperation.
When the man gave a last hard thrust, burying himself deep, Zaren’s vision turned red, and black fury roared through him. He bellowed and pulled with all his strength and outrage, and suddenly one arm whipped free.
Dried grass and bamboo rained down on them, and he reached behind him and dragged the man off him. He flung him away with one sharp movement, still roaring like a pained lion. With another hard yank he had his second hand free, but by then the man was lunging toward him.
Zaren grabbed him by the throat and effortlessly sent him sailing across the room to land in a heap near the fire. He tore off the bindings on one ankle, roaring and snarling. He was leaving this place and he was taking Jane with him.
— VII—
Jane heard the cries , and then the roar of a lion—much too close. She was, mercifully, not participating so closely in the fourth couple’s mating process and merely stood in her position, trying to ignore them—and her body’s response—as they fucked on hands and knees in front of her.
But the sound of the lion nearby, then again closer and more furious, distracted even the man and woman in the throes of passion. They disengaged themselves, bolting to their feet with frightened expressions and speaking in their native tongue.
Now they could hear the sounds of fighting, of destruction, mingling with the lion, and Jane had a sudden stab of fear. It sounded as if the beast was tearing through the village.
Zaren .
Dear God, what if he was in the path of the
His hips shot forward, jamming his rod deep into the tight heat that surrounded him, exploding with such force that he cried like a dying animal. He pulsed and shook and panted as he emptied himself, hanging by his wrists, his head tipped back, his hair clinging to his damp skin.
The man sucked one last time, swirled his tongue around his head as if in farewell, then pulled back and stood. His eyes were no longer cold, but burned dark and black. His lips were puffy and glistened and he looked at Zaren as if he were about to eat him. Meeting his eyes, he held Zaren’s gaze as he swallowed heavily and thickly, then his tongue came out to lick his lips as if very satisfied. His smile was hot and the message there sent another unexpected bolt of lust through Zaren.
He closed his eyes, mortified and confused. He’d seen men and women in the mating act, but he’d not known men could do the same to each other. He trembled, thinking of Jane…what would she say?
He was still shaking, still lost in the vestiges of lust, when he felt the man standing behind him again. What was this?
The man’s hands were on him again, stroking down his torso and hips, and then Zaren felt the prod of something much thicker than a finger behind him. He tensed, arching forward and away, pulling on the rope restraints.
But he was fixed fast, and the man’s hands held him in place as he curled strong fingers tighter around his thighs. The probing became more insistent, closer, harder, and all at once Zaren realized what was happening.
He let out a furious roar, the sound of a lion attacking, just as the man shoved himself up inside him. Zaren cried out again as pleasure and pain coursed through him. Fury ripped through him as the other man’s hard cock eased slowly in, deeper and deeper. He was full and tight, and the sensation was awful and yet horribly arousing…shocking and hot. His own rod lifted and shifted, beginning to harden once more. Pleasure grew like a starburst, spreading through his belly and limbs.
Zaren struggled desperately, pulling and twisting and trying to free himself of this invasion, but he was trapped and helpless.
The man panted behind him, his breath hot and moist on his shoulder. Full, wet lips brushed along Zaren’s skin, making it prickle uncomfortably as the man pushed himself deeper. Zaren felt hard, hairy thighs pressing against his from behind, and he struggled anew, half sobbing in desperation.
When the man gave a last hard thrust, burying himself deep, Zaren’s vision turned red, and black fury roared through him. He bellowed and pulled with all his strength and outrage, and suddenly one arm whipped free.
Dried grass and bamboo rained down on them, and he reached behind him and dragged the man off him. He flung him away with one sharp movement, still roaring like a pained lion. With another hard yank he had his second hand free, but by then the man was lunging toward him.
Zaren grabbed him by the throat and effortlessly sent him sailing across the room to land in a heap near the fire. He tore off the bindings on one ankle, roaring and snarling. He was leaving this place and he was taking Jane with him.
— VII—
Jane heard the cries , and then the roar of a lion—much too close. She was, mercifully, not participating so closely in the fourth couple’s mating process and merely stood in her position, trying to ignore them—and her body’s response—as they fucked on hands and knees in front of her.
But the sound of the lion nearby, then again closer and more furious, distracted even the man and woman in the throes of passion. They disengaged themselves, bolting to their feet with frightened expressions and speaking in their native tongue.
Now they could hear the sounds of fighting, of destruction, mingling with the lion, and Jane had a sudden stab of fear. It sounded as if the beast was tearing through the village.
Zaren .
Dear God, what if he was in the path of the
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