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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Author Extra: Biker Moon by BA Collins - NSFW
Biker Moon by BA Collins
Biker and veteran Dave Backus has pain, so much that he wants to end it all. But when he tries, a pair of people appear in his path in the light of the full Moon and stop him. Sudril, holy paladin of the Moon loves his mage Riana. Riana loves Sudril, but thinks him gay. Dave thinks they're both hot, even if they're from another world and searching for a lost artifact so Riana can ransom back her little girl. They find only clues and shadows on the night of the full moon, but maybe they can find a little something else together before dawn of the Biker Moon.
Author Extra: A scene from the past! Back on Calana, Sudril and Riana's husband Yvan enjoyed a kinky relationship she never guessed at. Yvan may be dead, but Sudril hasn't forgotten him, not one inch of his six foot six barbarian might. Explicit!
A heavy step behind him warned Sudril of his peril a moment too late. Yvan's big hand wrapped around his braided hair before he could move. "You have been scarce, moon warrior." Sudril leaned back against the huge man, already finding himself giving way at the thought of what they'd done in the past. "My-my duties " "I don't care why. Riana has taken Litha to the temple for the children's Moon warding. We are alone." Yvan dug his free hand down into Sudril's breeches and took hold of his manhood brutally. Sudril knew that, but Yvan had been distant lately. He hadn't expected him to come into his rooms at the side of their house so quietly. "Please, my lord, at least loosen my harness!" "Do you fear pain, Sudril?" Yvan nipped Sudril's pointed ear, a chuckle rumbling his huge chest. Sudril's cock strained at the chastity harness. He was a fool to let Yvan keep the keys. "P-please! I want to feel pleasure!" Yvan turned him and dropped to his knees, stripping Sudril of his breeches with both hands. "But I enjoy your pain, fae traitor!" Sudril gazed down at Yvan's shaggy dark hair and blazing blue green eyes. Even on his knees the big man dominated him. With words alone, he could remind him of his shame as a former traitor to the Emperor. "I have served loyally for more than a hundred years, Yvan. Followed your bold little wife through a hundred misadventures. Surely I can be rewarded?" Yvan chuckled, stroking his curly beard thoughtfully. He unlocked the harness, but only enough to loosen it. Then he locked it again and took Sudril's manhood into his mouth, sucking hard. Sudril whimpered. It hurt, the spikes still dug into his manhood. But oh Lord Phalan, the pleasure as his manhood filled with blood and life. He didn't dare move or take Yvan's hair in his hands, so he clasped them behind his back. "I love that whine you give, Sudril." Yvan released his manhood and took it in his hands, his white skin contrasting against Sudril's blue black flesh. "The great fae warrior, reduced to my helpless slave." "Only for you, my lord." Sudril whispered. It clawed at his heart to do this behind Riana's back. Yvan shared her with other men at times. He knew she loved seeing men fuck. Why would she not see that a fae man was not so different? His skin, his pointed teeth, did she fear them so much? Yvan stood, opening his breeches. "On your knees, and keep your teeth away from me." Sudril dropped to his knees and took Yvan's big manhood in his mouth, trying not to swallow hair with it. Barbarians mocked at the way civilized humans shaved their bodies. Yvan pulled him tight, until Sudril had to breathe through his crotch hair. "Oh yes, I know you hate that. Coarse humans, to have hair around their cocks!" Sudril couldn't answer, so he sucked hard on Yvan's manhood. "Ahhh. Suck me off. I have plans for tonight you will hate, Sudril." Yvan released him. Sudril set to work, his hands still clasped behind him, his manhood full and pained and dripping in hope. Yvan would beat him and fuck him hard, tie him until his joints screamed for release. Somewhere in all of that, he would find his pleasure.