Bloody Passion

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55487-417-0

Page :158

Word Count :39500

Publication Date :2011-06-19

Series : #

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Available Formats : Bloody Passion (pdf) , Bloody Passion (prc) , Bloody Passion (epub) , Bloody Passion (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Fantasy , LGBTQIA+

Product Code: 978-1-55487-417-0

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The Druid, the hunter and his assistant: sex, power and transformation…what else?

There's a hidden treasure inside everyone. Some show it, but only a few can afford it. Sometimes, you only need to know how to manage other's treasures, even if self-destructive.

But in the end, it's like seeing yourself in a mirror. So how to explain the violence?

"Were you prepared for this bloodbath? Isn't the mighty hunter afraid of what I've become?" I sneered, trying to offend him so he'd fulfill my death wish.

With a sudden lurch forward, Rory pinned me to the ground. "Hardly, lover," he mused. "I'm impressed." Pressing harder, he breathed on my neck. "This means I'm not going to kill you either, not yet anyway."

I struggled to break free. "No! You must!" I shouted. "You don't understand. I get this dream, had it forever it seems, the night our women are sliced up and I'm the one--"

"Hush, lover." He tightened his hold. "I know all about your bloody nightmare."

"What?" Taken aback, I went limp and stared wide-eyed at his grave features.

"That's right, lover." He pulled back a little to give me more breathing space. "In spite of your dream, you're no beast or killer for that matter, rather the one that attracts them. Hasn't anyone ever said you cast a shadow--"

"A bloody shadow," I mumbled, unable to silence the echoes from the past anymore. Years had passed since Korax had told me of his fears and to be honest, I hadn't given it much weight until lately, believing it had been an old man's coward excuse, rather than a truth others could perceive, too. Hearing the hunter speak of the same bloody shadow drained my body from all its heat. Does this mean you'll leave me, too? I wanted to ask. Am I cursed to be alone? "Korax said it, but I thought he meant it in a negative way. Or at least he used it as an excuse to leave me."

Rory shook his head. "He left because he couldn't handle it. As a Druid, he can recognize such energy, but not control it. And yours, if unbridled, is extremely dangerous." His voice rose above the fire crackle. "To work properly, it needs a human skill to direct it, which your Korax lacked."

"While you have it?"

A funny look crossed his eyes, the same I'd caught other times before. "I have the training to handle the same beasts you call to you."

"You became my second skin…" I mused, remembering the incredible experience.

The hunter grinned. "Maybe that's why I'm always trying to get in your ass." His lips crashing on mine cut off any further conversation. I didn't think it was strange he'd kiss me. I simply opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in as if it were his hard cock. He soon got free so my tongue flew at him, trying to grab his again, battling fiercely in a pretense war I never hoped nor wanted to win. Surrender felt blissful, to lay down my offense and let him sweep the conquered territory was a cock-wrenching pleasure I had learned to treasure.

My shaft wasn't the only interested party to exhibit this reaction, Rory's considerable thickness stirring into vigorous life, its hardness soon digging at my side. I longed to taste it so my hand fumbled to take it out of its confinement, but he wanted something more. Raising up, he turned around, one hand taking his shaft out to plunge it in my open mouth while his head came above my crotch. Busy swallowing his cock, I almost jumped when his mouth found my bulge anyway, his tongue wrapping around the bursting head. At that point, I didn't know where I felt the most pleasure, if from his mouth-watering erection pressing down to my throat or from his warmth enfolding my enflamed equipment. I nearly choked every time he pushed down, his aim designed to get as deep as possible despite my tongue's blocking attempts. Yet, I never dreamed to stop the sensual game, especially since my cock drowned in his wetness, my hips moving to keep the same rhythm he had set for his shoves. And it was only a matter of minutes before we both couldn't resist the tide and flooded our open cavities with hot, bittersweet seed.