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?
This 6.7k M/M word story is full of
themes such as bondage, first time gay sex, forced orgasms, and
reluctant anal play.
FOR ADULTS ONLY
Excerpt:
“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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