Stolen from her Beast Man mate, Gina is captured and caged by Kalak's silver-maned, savagely beautiful rival, Boros. While in Boros's wild, rowdy camp, Gina must use her wits, and let the Beast Men use her body in every way they can think of, in order to escape.
“Lust,” I whispered, “lust, Kalak. Say it in my ear. Whisper in my ear how I make you feel. Whisper what you want to do to my body and then blow in my ear.”
For a second, he stayed quiet, the warmth of his breath slipping down my sides and leaving a little trail of goose bumps in its wake.
“The way you touch me, Kalak, the way you kiss me. I’ve never felt anything like this. Never felt anything like you.”
Slowly, so slowly that I felt every single wrinkle and crease, Kalak slipped those thick, hard fingers out of my pussy and drew a line in my juice up over my belly that quickly dried when a little draft of morning air caressed my skin. His tongue followed the drying sex all the way up until he licked over my chin and kissed me hard and deep. His tongue drove hard, and almost forced me to arch my back and let another moan slip out between my full, parted lips.
My giant rolled so that his weight rested ever so slightly against me. As he did, the heavy girth of his long, solid cock wedged itself against my leg. I reached down, running my hand along my side and over the solid muscle on Kalak’s side. Following the taper of his body, I felt first the hard hairs at the top of his thigh, and then the softer, curly ones around the base of his cock.
Warm under my fingertips, and unimaginably soft, whenever I touched him, Kalak let out an “mmm…” and adjusted himself to give me more room to play. All the way to his tip, I tickled my fingers in tiny, soft brushes against his prickling flesh. When I looked at him, his soft eyes were closed.
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Published October 27, 2012
by Ashe Land Publications.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.