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Dannik is the perfect hunter, and his favorite prey are the big cats of the hot, humid plains of Africa. With another job bringing stars to his eyes, the young, lean man sets out to catch the most dangerous of targets for his client; a majestic, beautiful lion.

However, something is different about the large cat he captures, from the sheer size to the strange, angry way it watches him with its odd green and gold eyes.

Waking in the middle of the night, in the dark empty plains, how can he handle the fact the lion has managed to escape its chains? Worse, is he dreaming, or is the large cat talking to him? Dannik has never encountered a were-lion till now, but its guaranteed to be an experience he won't ever be able to forget.

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He felt a finger, silken with short fur, slide down his stomach and pull at his trousers. Dannik tried to look down, but Jex held his face away with his other palm, that grip solid. Like before, the claw tugged at the cloth, trailing to one side to caress his thigh through the thick material.

Dannik began breathing quicker, his expected reaction to all of this was the disgust and worry from earlier. Yet, this time, his body was behaving oddly. His blood pumped, his muscles tensed, and a warmth began to spread down into his loins. No, no, what is this? Why am I getting so excited!

Jex ran his sand paper tongue over the cut again, drawing less sharp pain, the area almost numbed. “You're starting to feel it, aren't you?” He didn't need to explain further, but it made Dannik blush, and as if on cue the heat in his belly coiled and rolled, his cock firming despite his wishes.

“H-how, how is this...” I'm not gay, I'm not! Yet his body was working itself up despite all of his mental denial. Thick fingers, running over his legs and back towards his hardening member where it was starting to strain against his pants, would find the evidence soon.

Claws dragged over the top of his trousers, and with disturbing ease, Jex tore the cloth open, leaving useless shreds. The man hissed, feeling a mixture of fear, his scent radiating with the salty musk. Still, his cock strained with visible energy, pressing against his boxers and begging to be free.

“Oh yes, you're getting quite worked up now, aren't you?” The creature laughed, his mane tickling that damp skin as his head moved. Jex stared down into Dannik's face, an expression akin to humor on that cat-like visage. “I thought you said you weren't into men, hmn?”

“I-I'm not! I'm...” Dannik was baffled, he wanted to argue to his core that he truly was not gay, and yet, here his hard cock was twitching with need between them both.

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Jackal, once a fighter in the slave pits, has been transformed at the hands of his seductive master to become the perfect pleasure slave.

With quick fingers, dark whispers, and soft lips, Seliun has managed to make sure Jackal is quick to kneel at his feet and meet his every demand. Yet his training isn't complete, and his master is ready to keep pushing his limits.

Is Jackal ready to follow every direction given, or are there some things he wishes would never be asked?

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The slave turned, trying to keep his face calm as he eyed the way Seliun was propped up against the wall. That smiling face was ever relaxed, always sparkling with some dark mystery and wordless promise that managed to both thrill, and worry, Jackal.

“Master Seliun,” he bowed his head, black strands brushing his own jaw line. The other man was still wearing the silken robes from earlier, and as he drew close to Jackal, he held his arms to the sides.

“Undress me.”

It was the first time he had been asked to do such a thing, and it gave Jackal pause. Still, there seemed nothing nefarious about the request, and he closed the gap, mere inches away from his master. Carefully, as if the man before him might vanish, or worse, attack, Jackal coiled his fingers in the buttery fabric.

Seliun smiled, watching him with his piercing stare, inhaling deeply, loud enough for the other man to hear. Knowing his master was enjoying his scent, Jackal blushed, fumbling to slide the robes off of those elegantly formed limbs. The red head spoke, a mulled whisper that sank into the slave's bones. “Your first time undressing a man?”

“Yes,” Jackal curled the clothing in his hands, holding it as he tried not to gaze too longingly at the shape of his master's sternum. It was sharp, and led the eye down that smooth chest.

“I like being your first, in many things.” Seliun purred, bending down so that his forehead touched Jackal's, a strangely intimate gesture. Taking the robes from the other man, Seliun tossed them aside absently, his tone deep as the sea. “I look forward to discovering more of your innocence.”

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A dark graveyard, a fateful meeting by pure chance, and one young woman is wrapped up in the seductive claws of magical enslavement.

Lana is clever and brave, but her luck has never been the best. Attending her college and studying magic and artifacts, she finds herself drawn deep into the world of treasure hunting. Unfortunately, this pulls her into the intimidating eyesight of a man known for his power, and his cruelty.

That one cold night, her fate begins, and Lana is soon crawling into a world where everyone has a say in what she can, or cannot do, but herself. What do these powerful men want from her, and is it possible for her to sink further into the seductive magic of temptation and pleasure?

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When he released her, she yanked back and fell on her ass, coughing into her hands, seed dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

“That was almost pretty good,” he sniffed, grinning down at her disheveled form. Her hard yellow eyes almost glared back, but she recalled why this had happened, and flickered them to the ground quickly. Her palms were sticky, and she didn't know what to wipe them on.

“Lick them clean,” came the rumbling voice of not Saven, but Manos. Immediately, she ran her tongue over her palms, sucking on her fingers.

I can’t piss them off, they haven’t killed me yet… I might be okay.

“That was a good show, Saven.” Manos hissed, and there was some brief applauding from the other men, the people he had called his Minions.

“She seemed to enjoy it. It’s hard for me to accept that was her first time sucking someone off.” Saven's sneer was almost audible, and her humiliation reared up again. Her skin felt hot and sweaty, and she rubbed her palms on her sleeves uneasily.

Slipper clad feet approached, and she quickly got to her knees. She didn't know what to expect now. “Good,” Manos said in his oily way, “now, stand up.” Once more she moved as fast as she could, her hands fidgeting nervously, she wasn't clear on where to put them. “Did you like doing that for Saven, girl?”

Think, think… what do they want to hear.

Panic flared, and she went with gut instinct. “Yes, ah... I… I did.”

There was a heavy air, as if something expectant was about to happen. The next words slithered free softly.

“Prove it, show us.”

“What?” She said, stunned and confused, her buttery eyes rising to stare up at the tall imposing man. She saw his frown, starting to form at the corners, eyes lighting with angry flames. “I don’t... I mean…” Her hands clenched in the hem of her skirt, and she realized, a second fast enough to avoid another blast of espradonime, what Manos wanted. Slowly, but deliberately and with eyes downcast, she lifted her skirt up until her shaking, milky white thighs were revealed. And, more importantly, the visibly damp pair of panties. She shook with the effort of not dropping the garment, it was all so horrible; all so arousing.

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The snow is cold, the sky is black, and battle is all Fellun Mercstroud can taste. Young at twenty years, but hardened by the cruel destiny of protecting his people, the captain sets out on a patrol to ambush the enemy of his Clan; the Gray Hunters, barbarians with violent hearts and blood lust in their eyes.

Fellun knows his squad is small, but the young warrior believes he can catch the Grays by surprise.

Yet, what happens when instead, he is ambushed by his enemy? Taken captive by the leader, Renton the Reaper, Fellun is sure death awaits him. But when his muscular, confusing foe begins to touch him in perverse ways he would have never allowed, the captain becomes concerned. What is Renton up to, and why is it stirring baffling, taboo sensations deep in his loins?

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“You said,” the man smirked, brushing his fingers gently down that smooth, tan flesh, “to get on with it. I'm happy to oblige, Mercstroud.”

Fellun gasped, trying to pull away, but finding himself still trapped. This can't be happening, what is he thinking? His mind was buzzing in confusion, staring at the intimidating figure who was eyeing his solid chest and slim waist hungrily. He had never had a man watch him with such lust, for that was truly what he had identified in those heated eyes of black; the Reaper wanted him.

Unable to help himself, he trembled when Renton leaned close, the older man inhaling along the length of his bruised throat; as if chasing his scent. For Fellun, he realized the larger man smelled like smoke and almonds.

Still those fingers quested, making a path down Fellun's chest, over his sternum and back again. He was clearly enjoying the way that body felt, and much to his distress, Fellun felt the first tingle of his own reaction.

No, no I can't! I'm not like this, I don't desire men! Not any of them, not even masterful conquerors like...like...

Renton had found the buckle of his belt, and without even looking, he easily undid the clasp. The sound of metal on leather broke the silence, and Fellun found his voice.

“S-stop, please...” He sounded hoarse, and he hated it.

“Stop this, why would I ever do that?” The Reaper pressed his lips to the young man's neck, and Fellun quivered, unable to halt the jolt of excitement that rolled from scalp to toes.

His lips are far too soft!

The man was toying with the top of his captive's trousers now, stroking the silky line of hair that made a tempting trail straight down. It sent a twitch to Fellun's cock, as if waking it from a dream, and the sensation of it starting to firm made his stomach flip, his shame blossom. What is this, why am I getting so worked up! If he goes any lower, he's going to notice...

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The Ring, a place fighters battle for their lives to win a chance at surviving another day. Jackal has known this life for far too long, yet when he thinks it's finally over and death awaits him, he discovers he's been rescued by a strange benefactor.

His new master, Seliun, offers him a tempting chance at something new; instead of fighting to the death, he can become a pleasure slave and live his days in the warm sun and luxury of a palace.

Yet, Jackal is wary the promise might be one he can't full-fill. He isn't interested in men, how can he possibly please Seliun? For some reason, his master is convinced it won't be a problem, and quickly enough the former fighter finds himself yearning for the strange man in ways he never dreamed.

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It went on like that for some time, Seliun placing a small nibble of deliciousness into Jackal's mouth, and the former fighter allowing it begrudgingly. He hated such casual insult, there was less honor in this than the Ring even had. But, as those deft fingers teased his wet tongue, his eager lips, he couldn't deny it was exciting him in a way far beyond inappropriate.

When his master offered his fingers a final time, Jackal didn't realize there was no food to be had. Stunned, he stared into that tan face, feeling finger tips resting past his teeth. The word that came, that command, was so sharp and demanding that Jackal knew this was not someone who was used to being denied. “Suck.”

At first, he did nothing, his brain battling with the request.

Suck them? I...

Eyes blue as ice, cold and bordering on cruel, stared him down. Nervously, reluctantly, Jackal wrapped his lips around those fingers and began to suckle. Seliun's grin was wide, his tone low, burning. “Good, good boy. Yes, now use your tongue.”

Jackal knew his cheeks were on fire, but he rolled his tongue over the objects in his mouth, shivering when Seliun wriggled them around. Those digits explored his wet flesh, stroking his taste buds and reminded the man of something salty. The contact was bold, teasing, and in a flash the spike of arousal made his cock twitch.

No, no, this is happening too fast.

Seliun grazed the shape of his teeth, then slow as sap, dragged his hand free of Jackal's lips. To his surprise and shame, the man heard himself gasp, hanging on a second longer as he tried to keep sucking his master's fingers.

The man above gave him a wild, amused smirk; Jackal shivered and looked away in a hurry.

What is this, why is he exciting me like this so easily?

It was impossible to deny, his manhood was swelling, and all he could hope was that Seliun did not see. But with his simple loin cloth, the man knew if he spread his knees or moved at all, his cock was bound to be visible where it pressed painfully at the front of the cloth.

“You're good with your mouth,” Seliun purred, and it did nothing to make the other man feel any better. “And you thought you wouldn't be a good fit here.”