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his mate in place.
The biting, fucking, and feeling of Dave’s hand pumping his
cock was bringing him close to the threshold. His eyes rolled in
the pleasure of it all. His cock was sliding inside his rectum,
pounding against his prostate. His hands balled into fists and Dave
was hammering away faster than ever, his growls deafening. Robert
moaned and felt spurts of semen shoot out of his cock. At the same
time, Dave released his mouth and grunted. There was a last slam
against his prostate and suddenly Dave’s cock was swimming in
semen.
Dave kept his moist cock inside, his chest heaving. Robert was
still riding the wave of pleasure, and turned his head around to
kiss him. Dave kissed him back, his tongue hot against his
lips.
Rob felt semen dripping down the crack of his ass and rolled
off Dave. He looked at his lover, whose cock was covered with a
white glove of cum. He was watching Robert expectantly. He
dutifully lowered his head and caught Dave’s cock in his mouth,
sucking and licking every drop of semen. He understood his place
now.
He pulled away, satisfied. His lips were sticky with cum.
“What happens now?”
Dave smirked. “You must be initiated into the pack.” He pulled
on his jeans as Rob tried to wipe the semen off his
thighs.
“ What does that involve?” he asked nervously.
Dave only smiled mysteriously as he pulled on his t-shirt,
ducking out of the tent to leave Rob naked and alone.
END
:)
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Excerpt:
Eric halted in front of the door that led to his Lord’s
chambers and faltered. His heart began to jump. Suppose he’s found out. It was a worry that frequented
his mind. Lord Gareth was, after all, the head of the state. Years
ago, he had crushed the opposing Benial armies and assassinated the
cruel, tyrannical king and claimed the land of Kanth for his own.
Eric himself had fought with him. He had once believed in Gareth’s
virtue, but he had become corrupt with power, as rulers often
do.
So he joined a rebel faction in the
hopes of dismantling Lord Gareth’s rule. Still, he had grown up
with Gareth, looked up to him. The heaviness in his heart grew with
every deception he planned, with every murder committed. Though he
knew he was doing the right thing, he couldn’t help but feel a
tinge of guilt.
Once more, he raised his hand to
the door and pushed it open.
“ Did you summon me, my
lord?”
Gareth looked up briefly from his
desk.
“ Yes, Eric.” He stood up and
shuffled the papers on his desk.
“ Tell the guards they are relieved
of their duty for tonight,” he instructed. He opened a drawer and
placed the stack of papers neatly inside. He then added, “And shut
the door.”
Eric did as he was told. He waited,
quietly surveying the room. He rarely came into Gareth’s study,
since the Lord disliked being interrupted during crucial Party
work. A large walnut desk stood by an even larger fireplace,
guarded with iron-wrought gates. A bearskin rug was placed before
the fireplace. The entire room was covered in russet colored
marble, which spanned across the huge floor. Near the walnut desk
was a miniature library consisting of five tall bookshelves and
three vases filled with various books and scrolls, and in one of
the vases, an ebony cane.
Gareth turned to Eric. He had taken
a scroll from one of the vases and unrolled it onto the top of the
walnut desk.
“ Does this look
familiar?”
His heart
raced. Were
they the faction plans? Did he finally obtain the headquarters’
blueprints?
Eric stepped closer to the desk and
peered down.
It was an ornately decorated scroll
with figures strewn all over the page. The figures were naked and
copulating in various positions with
The biting, fucking, and feeling of Dave’s hand pumping his
cock was bringing him close to the threshold. His eyes rolled in
the pleasure of it all. His cock was sliding inside his rectum,
pounding against his prostate. His hands balled into fists and Dave
was hammering away faster than ever, his growls deafening. Robert
moaned and felt spurts of semen shoot out of his cock. At the same
time, Dave released his mouth and grunted. There was a last slam
against his prostate and suddenly Dave’s cock was swimming in
semen.
Dave kept his moist cock inside, his chest heaving. Robert was
still riding the wave of pleasure, and turned his head around to
kiss him. Dave kissed him back, his tongue hot against his
lips.
Rob felt semen dripping down the crack of his ass and rolled
off Dave. He looked at his lover, whose cock was covered with a
white glove of cum. He was watching Robert expectantly. He
dutifully lowered his head and caught Dave’s cock in his mouth,
sucking and licking every drop of semen. He understood his place
now.
He pulled away, satisfied. His lips were sticky with cum.
“What happens now?”
Dave smirked. “You must be initiated into the pack.” He pulled
on his jeans as Rob tried to wipe the semen off his
thighs.
“ What does that involve?” he asked nervously.
Dave only smiled mysteriously as he pulled on his t-shirt,
ducking out of the tent to leave Rob naked and alone.
END
:)
If you liked this story, you might also like the Fucking the Enemy Series .
The Fucking the Enemy Series contains all four gay erotica
books compiled into one sizzling story. This 16,710 word
compilation contains graphic sex, dubious consent, threesomes,
blowjobs, anal sex, and whips!
Excerpt:
Eric halted in front of the door that led to his Lord’s
chambers and faltered. His heart began to jump. Suppose he’s found out. It was a worry that frequented
his mind. Lord Gareth was, after all, the head of the state. Years
ago, he had crushed the opposing Benial armies and assassinated the
cruel, tyrannical king and claimed the land of Kanth for his own.
Eric himself had fought with him. He had once believed in Gareth’s
virtue, but he had become corrupt with power, as rulers often
do.
So he joined a rebel faction in the
hopes of dismantling Lord Gareth’s rule. Still, he had grown up
with Gareth, looked up to him. The heaviness in his heart grew with
every deception he planned, with every murder committed. Though he
knew he was doing the right thing, he couldn’t help but feel a
tinge of guilt.
Once more, he raised his hand to
the door and pushed it open.
“ Did you summon me, my
lord?”
Gareth looked up briefly from his
desk.
“ Yes, Eric.” He stood up and
shuffled the papers on his desk.
“ Tell the guards they are relieved
of their duty for tonight,” he instructed. He opened a drawer and
placed the stack of papers neatly inside. He then added, “And shut
the door.”
Eric did as he was told. He waited,
quietly surveying the room. He rarely came into Gareth’s study,
since the Lord disliked being interrupted during crucial Party
work. A large walnut desk stood by an even larger fireplace,
guarded with iron-wrought gates. A bearskin rug was placed before
the fireplace. The entire room was covered in russet colored
marble, which spanned across the huge floor. Near the walnut desk
was a miniature library consisting of five tall bookshelves and
three vases filled with various books and scrolls, and in one of
the vases, an ebony cane.
Gareth turned to Eric. He had taken
a scroll from one of the vases and unrolled it onto the top of the
walnut desk.
“ Does this look
familiar?”
His heart
raced. Were
they the faction plans? Did he finally obtain the headquarters’
blueprints?
Eric stepped closer to the desk and
peered down.
It was an ornately decorated scroll
with figures strewn all over the page. The figures were naked and
copulating in various positions with
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