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Icarus

It’s #1lineWed again! Meet Icarus, one of the main characters in The Wrong Things, a book series I shouldn’t be writing! He starts out homeless and alone, an Ara (submissive vampire) with a fear of Ada (dominant vampires) and a desperate need for one all the same. The one he ends up with is Raven – black, beautiful, and old as the desert… But Raven is for later.

For now, wave as he passes: sharp-tongued, snarky, still soft as a sigh, the redhead with bedhead, Icarus!

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Icarus swallowed thickly, touched his tongue to his teeth, sucking on one fang, then chewed his lip. This Ada – he would never say it, but this Ada was tempting him, too. And more than just with his taboo offer of the richest blood in the world.

“Do you really mean it? I’m so -” He closed his eyes, felt the heat rising in his cheeks and couldn’t deny it. “I’m just so hungry.” And then he snapped them open again, shook his head and inched a little farther back. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even -”

“I made the offer. I mean it. Come here.” And, more softly than he’d spoken yet, Raven said, “I have no idea why you are so terrified, but I will not hurt you.”

It was unbelievable. Icarus believed him anyway. Why not? This was already insane. An Ada in the room with him, ignoring his heat, sitting on his own hands – another hysterical flip of laughter popped out of him, and he crawled up the bed, put his hands on smooth, dark shoulders and sucked his lip between his teeth before he could moan just from the heat of Raven’s skin.  “Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you being so good to me?”

“That frightens you?”

Shaking his head, Icarus slid one of his hands up into the Ada’s thin, tight braids, and then other down his arm, over the swell of one huge bicep to the bend of his elbow. “You scare me. Ada scare me. Or maybe you don’t scare me, but you’re still an Ada and you should.”

Raven was frowning at him now, but he still tilted his head to the side, the curve of his scalp against the curve of Icarus’ fingers. “I will ask questions later. For now, if you are going to drink, then do so. It is not easy for me to have you in my lap like this.”

“Where…” The word was hushed.

“Were you not going for my throat?” There was so much amusement in Raven’s voice Icarus huffed, then realized he really wasn’t afraid, and was almost scared by that. Was it this Ada’s attitude, his gentleness? His self-control? His humor? Was it Icarus’ heat, the drive he could sense even now, encouraging him to –

Icarus.”

He sucked in a breath, then leaned up on his knees and sank his teeth into the Ada’s throat.

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The Major Issue: Ghost In The Shell Is Now Whiter Than Ever

“I guess cyborgs like myself have a tendency to be paranoid about our origins.”

Major Motoko Kusanagi

 

Let’s be clear: there is nothing good about the upcoming live-action adaptation of Ghost In the Shell. As a film, its artistic merits (whatever they may happen to be) will always fall far behind its impact on the community of young women, especially young Asian women, who have waited for years for someone to make something out of one of the most influential manga and anime sagas in the last several decades.

For those who don’t know, Ghost In The Shell’s main character is Motoko Kusanagi, code-named The Major. She’s a scrap of human brain tissue in a completely cyborg body – a body that can be exchanged for any “shell”, that could conceivably look like anything or anyone.  It is, I’m sure, this convenient means that Hollywood has decided to use to explain why they’ve cast a white actress in a role that demands  a Japanese woman. The reason I say demands is simple: the Major’s shell is immaterial, when the titular “ghost in the shell”, her consciousness and personal identity, is that of a Japanese woman.

In every media depiction, anime move, series, or manga, Motoko Kusanagi expresses her discomfort and dislike for other bodies than the one in which she is depicted. She is a Japanese woman, and because of the fact that her cyborg-self can be so easily manipulated and changed, that identity provides a rock-solid core from which she acts and perceives the world. I want to say it once, all by itself, clearly.

Motoko Kusanagi identifies as a Japanese woman. She is a Japanese woman, and stripping her of that identity makes her someone else.

The heart of the Major’s character is this identity, which is based, not on her body, not on flesh, which she doesn’t possess, but on a sense of her self. This idea, the concept of consciousness and self-awareness as mobile phenomena independent of flesh, is at the heart of the entire Ghost In The Shell universe. To cast a white actress in this role is not only disrespectful of the character, but completely destroys the foundations on which the Major is built.

Earlier, I read an article discussing the recent revelation that Motoko has not only lost her Japanese body in this film, but also her name. Motoko Kusanagi is now Meera. The article stated that:

It’s possible that prior to gaining her cybernetic body and possibly losing her memory, “Meera” was actually Motoko, a Japanese woman. Her ghost was removed and placed in the body of a white woman, creating a subconscious internal struggle for her. As Johannson says, “the heart of this story is her search for an identity.”

Convenient, isn’t it? Hollywood has been feeding us the same lie for decades now: “Audiences won’t watch a movie without a white actor as the lead!” Theories like the one above are excuses predicated on that lie. With hundreds of hours of source material, in which Motoko is always presented as a Japanese woman, why is it necessary that Hollywood’s version use a plot device that “forces” them to cast a white actress?

If source material in which the characters are depicted with non-white ethnicity or non-Western cultural origins aren’t safe – if a character that began as Japanese or Egyptian or Indian won’t stay that way in a film adaptation, then what hope is there for new non-White characters to just…appear? Obviously it hasn’t happened so far.  While I am aware that some excuse the decision to cast Johansson based on the “star-power” effect, let me ask you this: If only white actors and actresses are cast in star roles, then how will a non-white actor ever have that “star-power”?

There are numerous Japanese actresses already within Hollywood, not even counting those who would like to be actresses. There is no reason to cast a white woman in the role of a Japanese woman. In the end, it comes down to what it always comes down to: institutionalized racism.  Not only has this racism destroyed this movie – the whitewashing of Motoko Kusanagi highlights more clearly than ever that there is a problem in our cinema. There is a problem with the way stories are being told, even when there isn’t a problem with the stories themselves.

The time has come to vote the only way we can as consumers – with our dollars. If you want to support Ghost In The Shell, buy the anime. The HD releases are excellent. Watch some of the new OVAs, share the manga with a friend, stay up until two in the morning discussing how we know who we are. Just make sure you experience the story as it was meant to be experienced – with a Japanese woman as its heart.

Week Fifteen – Riley Long’s Group Effort

This week’s Friday Fun comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Riley Long, who’s sharing  a bit from a new erotic short, Group Effort!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: Andrew Collins hates the boredom of working as a mail clerk. It doesn’t help that Andrew’s domineering boss, Cole Whitfield, enjoys making him miserable. When Cole catches him being naughty on the job, Andrew is faced with a choice, spend one night as the entertainment for Cole and his friends or look for another job. Can Andrew handle four men at once or will he run from the chance at a night he’ll never forget?

Excerpt

Cole’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed deeply. “The rest of you may make yourselves comfortable as well.” Without hesitation, the other men disrobed, each folding his clothes and leaving them on the floor.

“You never fail to bring home the good ones, Cole,” Vince said as he tugged his shirt over his head. “This one’s so pretty and young. You sure he’s legal?”

Andrew’s stomach lurched with the realization that he wasn’t the first. I wonder if he does this often.

Cole rolled his eyes. “Vince, do you honestly think I’d invite someone to be our guest if I weren’t one hundred percent sure of his legality?”

Vince laughed. “Come on, Cole, just kidding. No reason to get all lawyer-y on me. We all know you’ve got the biggest dick, no need to show it off.” Andrew liked Vince, his sassiness towards Cole something Andrew had never seen before. It gave him just a bit of courage that he would be able to stand up to Cole if necessary.

Derrick spoke up. “Don’t go getting him all worked up, Vince. You know how he gets when he’s annoyed. Cole might just leave you out of the party all together.” He was rubbing himself as he moved to stand next to Vince. Derrick leaned against Vince’s back gently, dipped his head down to kiss Vince’s neck. Vince squirmed underneath Derrick pleasantly, tilted his head away, baring his neck. It was a clear gesture of “more, please.”

“And that would be a problem. Shutting up now,” Vince said, grinning. He tossed a wink in Andrew’s direction, and reached down to stroke himself once as Derrick continued to kiss his neck. Andrew couldn’t tell what Vince was trying to say, but whatever it was, he knew he liked it.

Michael gathered everyone’s clothes and moved them to a chair. He seemed to beCole’s assistant, because he then rummaged through a bag and pulled out several bottles of lube and left them on the nightstand. “Everyone ready?” The men around the room murmured their assent.

Cole climbed on the bed and crawled up to Andrew. He straddled Andrew’s lap and ran his hand lightly along the length of Andrew’s raging erection which was standing straight up between them. “You do clean up nicely, young Mr. Collins.”

Andrew flushed at the compliment. “Thank you, sir.”

Whitfield took that opportunity to begin kissing Andrew again, pulling him close. After a moment, he broke away, and Michael was there to take his place.Andrew pulled away for a moment’s hesitation.

“Your choice, Andrew,” came the whispered encouragement from Cole.

Want more? Find Group Effort here, and catch up with Riley Long at www.rileylongwrites.com!

Week Fourteen – The Other Alpha

This bit  of erotica comes from the first draft of my newest erotic short ! This time that’s The Other Alpha, scheduled for release October 1st! This is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Niketas stayed very still while Stelios hovered over him and started to wrap the ropes around his shoulders and his back. His movements were careful, slow, methodical, every knot laid precisely where he wanted it. He wrapped smooth curls of rope around his shoulders, then down over his breastbone and around his chest.

Once he got use to the slow movements, the soft rub of the rope against his skin, it was easy to fall into the rhythm of Stelios’ movements. Around his arms, left…right…left, then right again…around his chest, and he sucked in a little breath when Stelios rolled the rope over his nipples.

Down, the rope around him, around the pillar behind him, diamonds of silk separated by knots over his pecs and down his chest and across his abs. Stelios paused then and stepped back, staring at him critically. “Try to move now.”

Niketas strained, pulled forward, testing, then jerked against the ropes holding him against the pillar. He’d thought he would be able to get free, it was only ropes after all, but there were so many of them wrapped around him, and he was bound so tightly to the pillar all he could do was rock forward a half inch or so.

He struggled in vain, but the more he tried to twist his arms free the tighter the ropes around his chest held him, and when he pulled at those the ropes holding his wrists behind his back, tied to his waist, made him arch more against the pillar behind him.

He growled, tugged harder, harder, until he was panting, sweaty, aggravated and angry. “Let me go – goddamn it, I don’t want to be -”

“Really? Because your cock is dripping all over the floor, Niketas.”

He dropped his eyes, and stared at his own erection as if it was betraying him. Fucking god it was true, he was leaking all over the place. Stelios grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look into his face.

“I don’t like you lying to me. I don’t like you telling me you don’t want this when you do. If you really want out – if you want to go back to Luka and stay on that damned mountain and never find out why you’re here, I will let you go. I’m giving you a safe word, you understand? Not stop, not ‘no more’, not please. Let’s say…umbrella.”

Niketas snorted, and Stelios shrugged. “Not something you’re likely to shout at me no matter how much I take you, is it. So? It counts now – if you really want me to stop, tell me and I’ll let you go before I really get started.”

Niketas felt his flush spreading, down, down, from his cheeks to his chest. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to stop. Stelios had barely started, and he thought maybe…maybe his idea of punishment would involve taking his cock. He wanted it, and if he let Stelios do what he wanted… Anyway, he didn’t think he had a choice – not between what Luka had told him and Stelios’ desire to keep him here.

“No it’s – it’s fine. For now, anyway.”

“For now, hm? Good.” Then he reached for the trailing ends of the rope, tugged the last knot into place below his navel, then started to wrap the rope around the base of his cock, down around his balls and under, up over his buttocks and back into another loop around his waist. Niketas jerked and swore, then groaned.

“’S tight – Stelios…ohhhng. Fuck.” Warm and rough, Stelios’ fingers teased the tip of his cock, smeared his slick around over the head and down as he stroked. “Oh – oh don’t stop, fuck that’s good -” There was something amused in Stelios’ expression, and Niketas didn’t understand, didn’t care.

He lay his head back, closed his eyes and thrust back as much as he could into Stelios’ hand. He’d had plenty of women touch him before, but no men, and he liked the difference more than he’d thought he would, the rough way Stelios gripped him, stroked and twisted his wrist around the tip of his cock.

He liked the ropes, the way they held him – they way they kept him still and the way they rubbed against his skin and the way Stelios had tied them. “God so good, so good, I can’t -”

“It’s supposed to be. Now…” He walked across the room to one of the bureaus but only crouched and opened a drawer. Niketas couldn’t even turn his head enough to see what was inside, but he had his suspicions.

He couldn’t tell what Stelios had brought back with him, but his fist was closed around something, and Niketas only jumped a little when Stelios came back and he felt warm, slick fingers between his buttocks, over and around his hole, barely pressing inside. Then one dipped in, pressed deeper, curled inside him as Stelios fucked him with it and Niketas bucked up, then pressed back against the penetration. He moaned, spread his legs wider, and Stelios chuckled.

“You like that? You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes -”

“Oh? I thought I was going to get more denials.”

“No, I – I want -”

“I don’t care what you want, you’re going to take what I give you.”

 

Week Thirteen – Sophie By The Sea

This bit  of erotica comes from my newest erotic short, Sophie By The Sea, a fun little experiment with a shark shifter! Why let land predators have all the fun?

Sophie By The Sea is out now, and this is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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You are my woman. I will give you what you want, and what you need. And I will take from you, yes, but only the same for myself. Don’t you trust me, Sophie?

It felt like the most dangerous question she had ever been asked, but there was only one answer. ‘Yes. Yes! Or I wouldn’t be here, or I – but please, won’t you tell me…

What I want? You already know what I want, woman.

Sophie traced his lean muscles with her gaze and felt them as if they were beneath her fingers – shoulders, chest, abdomen, buttocks, thighs. She stared at his cock as it stiffened, reddened and drew up against his belly

Oh yes, oh yes, she knew what he wanted – or at least, she knew now, and had been hoping. She didn’t resist when pressed flush against her and kissed her again – instead, she melted into his embrace and twined her legs around his legs.

His cock pressed hard and throbbing against her, and Theron rocked against her as he slid his hands along her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck to her face. He followed her pulse down her throat with curious fingers, then stroked Sophie’s collarbone, and across the curves of it to her chest.

As if testing their weight, he lifted her breasts in his hands, then brushed his thumbs over the tips of her nipples and smiled when she sucked in a little gasp. She tasted salt – and then Theron.

He held her still while he bent his head and kissed her, and Sophie stared up into his eyes. They were even brighter underwater, the indefinable something that so attracted her was infinitely more focused. Sophie moaned against his mouth, relaxed against him and gave in completely.

Her desire and her submission were both open in her thoughts, and he must have seen them there because he pulled back from her instantly, but only enough that he could get his mouth on her nipples. He sucked at them, bit hard enough to make Sophie buck her hips against him and moan, but not hard enough to hurt.

You like the sharp edges, Sophie? Between pleasure, and pain.

Yes…

Theron slid his mouth over her skin and bit at her breasts, her nipples. He crawled his fingers down her body, over the softness below her breasts, over her belly, down to her hips. He wrapped his arms around her then and squeezed her buttocks with both hands, and though there was no moan in the underwater silence, his lust and approval slashed across her thoughts with the same piercing ease as his words.

He desired her, really, truly desired her. The more he touched her mind the more she learned the truth of it, how passion had driven him across the sea, following her. The night that was her “night of the wolves” was his “night of Sophie”, and the thought was enough to stoke the already sweltering fire burning in her blood.

Want more? Pick up Sophie By The Sea here today!

Week Twelve – Anna In August

This bit  of erotica comes from Anna In August, now available Here in celebration of the pre-order of it’s sequel, Sophie In September! Enjoy! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Anna knew without being told that none of them were going to fuck her unless he did, and she wanted him to. She wanted him inside her more every minute. Her orgasm was building inside her with every flutter of tongue against her clit, every thrust of Luka’s cock into her mouth, and she was desperate for it.

“You going to come Anna?” Luka’s words filtered through the heat, and she groaned her answer around his cock.

He tightened his fist in her hair, and the sensation sent a shock through her whole body. “Not until I do.” She shivered, wanted to complain and instead tried to make Luka come. She sucked harder, faster, reached up with one hand to stroke the part of his cock that she couldn’t get into her mouth, teased the tip of it with her tongue and did her best to repeat everything that made him groan and pull her hair.

The moment before Luka came she knew he was going to, felt his cock thicker in her mouth, his thighs tense under her hands, heard him groan louder, longer than before, then tasted bitter salt and shivered. He kept his hands in her hair, fucked her mouth through his orgasm. Then he pulled back, let go and grinned down at her.

“Now you can come.”

She was suddenly aware of the mouths working between her thighs again, of lips that fastened around her clit and start to suck. She started to turn her head, to look down at them, but a hand that wasn’t Luka’s fastened in her hair, tugged her around, and another cock, more slender, was in front of her lips. She looked up, startled, and saw brown hair, and brown eyes with lust in them. Ares.

Luka spoke from somewhere she couldn’t see. “What are you waiting for, Anna?” Tongue. A lash of tongue all over her clit, exposed and tortured and oh, so good.

“So good—” Then that second tongue was back inside her, stabbing into her pussy again and again, licking her up inside while her clit was sucked and teased, tormented by soft lips.

“Oh god I’m coming— coming—” Anna shut herself up with Ares’ cock, sucked on the head of it and groaned at the taste of him, so different from Luka.

Week Eleven – The Shadow Road

This bit  of erotica comes from the soon-to-be-released  book four of Eight Kingdoms, The Shadow Road. Keep an eye out for more bits and bites as we draw closer to the December preorder date! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Macsen bent and took the head of Bran’s cock into his mouth, just for the taste of him, and his hands darted down to cup the back of Macsen’s head. He licked his lips and stood straight again, pulled Bran the tiniest bit closer, right to the edge of the table, and replaced his fingers with his cock.

He didn’t say a word, gave no warning, and Bran gasped under him, clawed at his shoulders, pulled himself tight against Macsen’s body and let out one long cry. It was just what Macsen wanted, his name drawn out into an unrecognizable sound.

“Open up for me just like that. So good, Bran.”

Bran shook, shuddered, and trembled finally as he relaxed. Everything was heat, and the fire clutched at Macsen’s skin, but Bran was so tight around his cock he couldn’t move. The pleasure was a torment. It was so hot—so hot—there was just one distraction, and he held Bran against his body and bit deep into his throat, sucked up the red, dark blood.

The first mouthful was enough to take Bran shuddering over the edge, all but untouched, heart speeding under Macsen’s tongue, all of him shaking and his cock throbbing its white essence in pulses between them. His body gripped Macsen’s cock almost painfully, then relaxed while he tightened his fingers in Macsen’s hair again and again.

He stayed still and let Bran ride out his climax, took slow mouthfuls from the brilliant spill at his throat. Brighter. Brighter than it had been since they had left Summer. Was it the power Bran used for his work?

So much sun.

Slowly, Macsen pulled back, then thrust deeper, again and again. He felt desire as it sneaked back into Bran’s body, up his calves and his trembling thighs, into the tautness of his buttocks and the sudden tenseness of his hips. The shadow of fire trembled across his skin as he arched back, flickered over his abdomen, his chest. There was fire in his blood, too, as it streamed over Macsen’s tongue and down his throat.

Week Nine – Holy

This bit  of erotica comes from Holy – a last excerpt before I put Matti and Artemio on the back burner to focus on Sophie In September and book five of Eight Kingdoms!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Hey, sleepy. Angel?”

Matti sat up abruptly, turned and stared at him for one moment before he leapt out of the sheets, down off the end of the bed and onto him. He wrapped his arms around Artemio’s neck, his legs around his waist and nuzzled his face into the curve of Artemio’s cheek. Despite himself he laughed, reached one hand up into Matti’s hair and tugged gently.

“What the hell are you, a fuckin’ monkey? Christ, Matti -”

“Master. I -”

“Hey. What’d I say about that?”

“I – sorry. Ar…tem…io…”

“Better. Now, what were you gonna say?”

“I missed you.”

“Yeah? You’re an idiot, huh?” But he grinned, then shrugged his shoulders under the pressure of Matti’s arms, turned his head to one side. “You gonna let go anytime soon?”

“I don’t want to. Do you want me to?”

“Let’s try…legs down, and less strangling. Grab my chest if you wanna hold on to me, not my neck, and…and…Matti.”

He obeyed promptly, easily, and Artemio sucked in a breath as Matti slid down his body. He hadn’t thought this through. He had not thought this through. Matti was wearing his shirt and nothing else, and as he slipped down it opened and shifted until far too much of Matti’s skin was pressed against him.

He was so hot in Artemio’s arms, squirming just a little – a little too much. It was easy to forget, because he made himself so small so easily, but he was almost exactly as tall as Artemio was and that meant standing like this –

It was too perfect of an embrace. It gave everything away.

“Artemio…Artemio…Master. You want me. Oh – ohhh -” Matti rocked against him, and Artemio felt the extra heat of his cock against the length of his own erection as he leaned up on his toes and then back again. “Master, tell me it’s because of me, tell me you want me, please, please.”

“Goddamnit…goddamnit, Angel, what’d I say? I -” But Artemio couldn’t make himself let go, held tighter instead. He slipped his hands down Matti’s back and grabbed his ass with both hands, a sweet curve of bare skin under the hem of his shirt. “Fuck.”

“Mast-”

He bent his head and shut him up with a hard, hard kiss, then jerked back and sucked in a breath when Matti gasped against his mouth, bucked his hips forward in Artemio’s grasp and groaned. So hard. So hot. And his cock was leaking against Artemio’s belly, wet enough that he could feel it through his shirt, against his skin. “Matti…Matti.”

Artemio kissed him again, and again – god, kissing Matti was like drinking coffee and whiskey at the same time. Intoxicating. Maddening. Not enough and too much and – and – “God. Yes. Yes, I want you, I want you so bad – been wantin’ you so bad. Wantin’ you since I found you, since I – God’m gonna. Gonna fuck you right now. Gonna fuck you right against the wall.”

“Master!”

“’S your own damn – your own damn fault.”

“Please. Please. I don’t know why you, I don’t know why now, but I’ve been waiting, wanting, waiting. Please…please take me.”

“You – goddamn. You’re wearin’ my shirt.” He closed his eyes, brought his nose down to Matti’s throat and breathed in the richness of his skin, the mingled warmth of his own scent with it. “Your own goddamn fault. Kept on – askin’ for it, and askin’-” Again he kissed him, and again. “You got that? Your fault.”

“Yes, Master.”

Matti was laughing at him, laughing between every hard kiss, rocking against him and  moaning and laughing still.

Week Eight – Sophie In September

This bit  of erotica comes from a new smut short, Sophie In September, the second story in Luka’s Pack and sequel to Anna In August

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Relax. Sophie, beautiful Sophie.” Luka’s voice was a quiet murmur, and his fingers slipped along the fastening of her clothes. The bright sun dress she’d worn was the only splash of color on the black sand, and she flushed when she saw her bra beside it.

Luka’s hands reached around from behind her, lifted the weight of her breasts, and he rolled her nipples, already puckered from the cool breeze off the water, between his thumb and his fingers. Her nipples had always been sensitive, and she sucked in a breath as he plucked at them.

“I’ll let you choose, Sophie.” He let go of her left breast, slipped his hand down the front of her body and into her panties. “Which one do you want to lick you here?” With the rough tip of one finger, he started to tease her clit.

“Ohhh…”

“Which one, Sophie? Alexandre loves the taste of a woman – Ares wants to fuck your ass so bad he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Blond or brown or black hair between your thighs, Sophie? Blue or brown or hazel eyes looking up at you?” While he was talking, he had trapped her clit between his fingers, was squeezing it while he rubbed over it with another finger.

Sophie bucked her hips against his hand when he pinched her nipple again, then dragged her eyes along the line of men in front of her, stripping now, revealing hard muscles outlined by moonlight. Hungry faces, hungry gazes, one licking his lips, one already stroking his cock.

The sight reminded her of Luka behind her, stronger, broader, bigger than all of them, his cock pressed against her ass. And she wanted Ares, wanted him touching her, but if Alexandre was the one who liked to –

“I don’t – I don’t know, I don’t care, any of them, all of them -”

“No, Sophie, we don’t have time for that. There’s too many other things to do to you. Choose.”

“I – ohhh – I -” And then her eyes locked with a brown and hungry stare again. “You. Ares – please -”

He grinned at her, and she felt Luka laugh against her back. Ares took one step toward her, and Luka’s hands curled around the backs of her thighs simultaneously, sprawled wide and lifted her straight up in his arms. She gasped and dropped her head back against his shoulder, felt the tautness of his muscles against her back, her arms, and shivered.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands, and then Ares bent between her thighs and she sank her fingers into thick brown hair and moaned at the touch of cool air as he spread her open, lapped over her clit and shot a hot glance up her body.

“Tell me what you like, Sophie. Won’t you?”

 

Week Seven – Anna In August

This bit  of erotica comes from a new smut short, Anna In August, just like week five! (So if you haven’t yet, read That One first!) This particular bit is where the smut starts to get really steamy…so enjoy! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Anna tried to think, but she could barely breathe. Luka was – a wolf? A werewolf. They were just a myth, but this myth had a tongue with which he lapped up her throat again. This myth had a body that was muscled and broad, hot and hard, all man, and she heard herself moan.

I’m going insane. That had to be it. She didn’t care. She wanted him to kiss her again, was suddenly certain that no man was ever going to kiss her like Luka had. She wanted him to do more than kiss her, wanted him to touch her, fuck her, and even as she had the thought he bent to her mouth. Luka bit her bottom lip and sucked on the tip of her tongue, and she lifted her hips and felt his cock pressed against her, huge and hot and hard. She shuddered, moaned. He was going to put it inside her, he was going to fuck her with it, she knew it – she wanted it.She wanted it so bad –

“More, Anna?”

“Please.”

She felt heat against her back without any warning, and knew it was another man. No – another monster. He was as hard and hot as Luka, naked abs burning Anna’s skin through her shirt and his cock pressed tight against the curve of her ass. Luka tilted her head back until she was forced to break eye contact with him and met a dark brown gaze instead, then slid his fingers down her throat to her nipples and thumbed them through the lace of her bra.

Luka pulled at them, and her gasp let brown-eyes’ tongue into her mouth as he licked at her lips. So different from Luka, this kiss, but almost as good. Whatever fire had been lit in her was burning brighter, hotter, and she didn’t protest when the man behind her pulled her shirt down her shoulders and off, then slid his fingers to the clasp of her bra and undid it. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped it on the ground, cupped her breasts with both hands and started to tease the points of her nipples.

At the same time Anna felt Luka’s fingers inside her panties again, spreading her open to his touch. He toyed with her clit, the tips of his fingers almost too rough when he squeezed it, rolled it around. She groaned again, rocked against the body behind her, then almost jumped at another touch on her side. That was too many hands! Not just Luka’s, not just another pair, more. Who? All of them?Were they all going to – to –

Luka slid two fingers inside her, kept rubbing her clit with his thumb, and for the life of her Anna couldn’t think any more why it mattered. She looked to one side through half-shut eyes and saw a pair of dark haired men stripping, staring at her as Luka fucked her with his fingers. Together, they closed their fists around their cocks, and she shuddered, squeezed tight around a third of Luka’s fingers and wondered if he would fuck her now if she begged, or if he was going to make her wait.

The hands on her were stripping her again, distracting her, and she felt, not just hands, but more. Someone’s mouth was on her thigh as he pulled off her jeans, kissing, teasing, and she looked down and met the eyes of one of the two she’d seen stripping.

Someone’s tongue was on one of her nipples, but Luka growled in the next moment, and whoever it was retreated so that Luka could lower his mouth and suck instead. Anna pressed her breasts up toward his tongue and two pairs of hands settled on the waistband of her panties. They started to slip them down her legs, and she spread her thighs to make it easier.

Luka chuckled against her skin and slipped his hands back around her hips and down to cup her ass.

A wet finger slipped between her buttocks, started to press inside her, and Anna gasped, bucked up against him and felt his other hand back where it had started, two fingers deep in her pussy again, twisting, stroking inside. She jerked, started to fall, but the man behind her caught her, and more than one pair of hands stroked her arms, her legs, and held her up off the ground. She felt hard muscle against her back, someone’s chest again, and reached up and back to wrap her arms around his neck.

Luka started to fuck her with his fingers again, three in her pussy now, two in her ass, and she stared down at him with her mouth open, couldn’t make a sound.

“You’re so tight, Anna. So tight for us.”

Us.

“Luka, Lu-ohhh.”

One of their mouths was at her throat. Someone’s hands were teasing her nipples, someone’s tongue on her neck, licking at the bruises Luka had left. Anna heard a low, begging whine, then flushed. That was her noise, and Luka laughed, then pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back between her thighs.

He unbuttoned his jeans, kicked off his boots and stared at her as he stripped out of the denim. There was nothing under them, just Luka, more cock than she’d thought even, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care, she wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her, and then she wanted him to fuck her ass, and then – what then?

But he stepped around her instead, up toward her face, and she knew what he wanted before he said it, was already opening her mouth.