Thursday, April 19, 2018

JANE WALLACE-KNIGHT


Robin Hood and his Merry Man

 

The sound of the arrow whizzing through the air, the feel of the feathers against his cheek, and the sheer euphoria he experienced when the arrow found its mark weren’t the best parts of archery for Robin. No, the best part was after when he looked to the side and saw the awe in which Little John looked back at him.

The name was ironic of course, because there was nothing little about John. The man stood at six foot five, a solid wall of muscle and brute strength.

His dearest companion had been fighting by his side for years as they took back their kingdom from fiends who prayed on the weak.

There hadn’t been a day over the last three years that John hadn’t been by his side. Where Robin was precise, striking his enemies quickly and efficiently, John was a wild animal, an untamed force of nature, whirling, hacking, and slashing until one by one his foes were cut down before him.

“Show off,” John said, though his eyes smiled as he spoke.

The big man kicked some dirt on the ground, making a small pit in which to build a fire.

Robin retrieved his arrow from the tree. John was right, he was a show off, but putting that look on Little John’s face was addictive.

“Do you remember the night we met?” Robin asked as he placed his arrow back in his quiver.

“Aye, you were a spoilt little lord who thought he was better than me,” John said, cocking a thick dark eyebrow. He managed to light the dried grass he’d gathered and blew on it gently.

Robin cringed, though only internally. Yes, he had been something of a shit in his youth, but he hoped he’d made up for it since then.

“No, not then, not when we were children,” Robin said, sitting himself down by the pit as John’s large hands carefully placed twigs around the infant flame.

“Ahh, when you returned from the war,” John said. “When you asked me to fight with you and I laughed in your face.”

Robin grinned and leaned back on his elbows. “And now here we are, thick as thieves.”

“Literally.”

Their lives had been so different once upon a time. Robin had grown up, the son of a lord, while John had grown up the son of a farmer. They’d spent many evenings in these woods trying to pass the time as they readied farmers, blacksmiths, bakers, and servants to be soldiers. During that time Robin had taught John to read, and John had taught Robin how to love.

“Hey, we are thieves no longer,” Robin pointed out. “We were pardoned by the king himself.”

“Least he could do,” John murmured under his breath.

Robin couldn’t blame him. King Richard had left his people to fight a holy war, to convince others that the Christian way was the only way, even if that meant with force.

Robin couldn’t claim to have read all of the bible, but the things he’d witnessed over there, he felt certain God could never want such a thing. The war had changed him. He had left a spoilt lord and returned a man, ready to fight for what he believed in.

Once again Nottingham knew peace, which meant that Robin and John’s lives were no longer constantly under threat.

With the fire warming the evening air, they set about sharing food and a skin of wine as one by one the stars blinked into existence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” John said as he laid himself down, arms under his head.

Robin let himself look his fill of the big man. Never had there been a gentler nor sturdier heart than that of his Little John.

“Nothing can humble a man like looking up at the night sky,” Robin said as he lay beside him. “Only God himself could paint such a view.”

He turned his head and found that John was watching him. It wasn’t always easy for them to find time to be together. It was why he’d suggested spending the night in the woods, just like they had been forced to when they were wanted men.

John had kept one of Robin Hoods wanted posters. He kept it folded in his satchel.

Turning onto his side, Robin propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at his love. With a playful glint in his eyes, Robin reached down and began unbuttoning John’s shirt. He popped the buttons open slowly, holding John’s intense hazel gaze the entire time.

John reached up and pushed a strand of Robin’s blond hair back behind his ear.

“Robin.” John said his name as though it were a prayer, or a curse, or perhaps both.

With his shirt undone, John’s beautiful chest was displayed to the undoubtedly jealous stars. Robin wasted no time in lowering his head to pepper it with kisses.

He grabbed an arrow from his quiver, causing his lover to raise an eyebrow.

“Worry not,” Robin assured him playfully. “I would not mar such a work of art.”

He turned the arrow so that he could lightly drag the feathers over John’s skin. At first he drew a straight line down to the navel, but then he danced it back up to brush gently over a nipple.

Little John sighed. Robin kept an eye on John’s breaches for evidence of his enjoyment. It was one of his favourite things, tormenting his lover and watching him come undone. There was nothing else, save his bow, that came close to making him feel truly alive.

“You are a demon,” John told him, his voice strained. “Sent here to lead me astray.”

Robin would laugh if it weren’t probably true.

“I don’t think a demon would be capable of such love,” Robin told him sweetly.

If John’s body weren’t currently being roused he might have rolled his eyes at the sentimental side of Robin.

Laying the arrow on John’s stomach, Robin unlaced the big man’s breeches and tugged them down, revealing the dark thatch of hidden hair to the night air. His cock was only slightly hard, which wouldn’t do at all.

He pulled the breeches lower and retrieved his arrow.

“God, Robin, you be careful with that thing down there,” John warned, much to Robin’s amusement.

“My arrows never miss their target, John. You should know that.”

“Your target has never been my cock before.”

With a sly smile Robin nuzzled at John’s stomach as he teased the feathers down over John’s manhood. Again, to reiterate, there was nothing little about Little John.

The scent of his lover filled Robin’s nostrils and he licked a stripe along the soft skin of his belly. His own cock began to stir.

“Off,” John grunted, tugging at Robin’s shirt.

He had already managed to reduce the big man to words of single syllables. Soon John wouldn’t be able to speak at all. The only sounds coming from his lover would be desperate moans.

Giving John what he wanted, Robin pulled back and dragged his shirt up over his head. He tossed it carelessly to the side, caring not where it landed. He unlaced his breeches, giving his cock more room to grow.

John wriggled, urging his own breeches down so that he could be free of them entirely. He spread his legs so that Robin could slot himself between them.

When they’d been living in the woods, there were whole days when John would stay naked. His wild man loved the feel of air on his skin.

He loved the feel of Robin even more.

Looking up at John’s face from where he was nestled between his thighs, he lowered his head slowly as if to take John in his mouth. Instead, he blew lightly on the tip, making John groan in frustration.

“Have you never heard the saying that good things come to those who wait?” Robin teased.

“Do you know there’s only so much of your horseshit I’ll put up with before I throw you down over that stump and fuck you blind?” John retorted.

That didn’t sound like much of a threat to Robin, more of an incentive really.

Sending his lover a cheeky wink he took John’s weighty cock in his hand and licked a line up the underside. He saw John’s eyelids flutter close in pleasure.

Savouring the taste, Robin licked him again before engulfing the head with his mouth. He hummed in enjoyment, the vibrations sending fissions of pleasure through John’s cock.

His own manhood swelled. Robin moved to straddle one of John’s thick legs so that he could rub himself on it.

He sucked lightly, his hand rubbing low over John’s belly. John bit his lower lip and groaned, his hand finding Robin’s hair.

John’s cock was nice and hard now. Robin sucked it down as far as he could go, swallowing around the hefty appendage. He used his other hand to fondle John’s balls, rolling them in his hand and squeezing ever so gently.

“God, Robin, your mouth.”

Robin would have grinned if he could. He bobbed his head up and down, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked. He pulled off, needing to breathe, and watched as the wet and shiny cock bobbed back and forth.

He made sure to hold John’s gaze as he began rubbing off on the girthy leg under him. His cock was hard and the friction against John’s leg felt good.

He sucked one of John’s balls into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue.

“All the sheriff’s men who tried to take me down really should have just done that,” John said clenching his hand in Robin’s hair.

Robin wanted to laugh. Instead he sucked some skin between his lips.

“It would have given me even more incentive to shoot them,” Robin told him.

He reached down and took his cock in hand, needing more friction that John’s leg could provide. He stroked himself as John played with his hair. His fingers carding through the blond locks he often mocked him for. John’s idea of grooming was bathing in the stream every few days.

He pulled himself up on top of John so that he could grind their cocks together while he kissed him. He loved knowing that John would taste himself on Robin’s lips and tongue.

They kissed slowly, lazily even, as Robin circled his hips and pushed down. Their first time together had been much like this. Both of them unsure and a little scared of what it meant as they kissed and rubbed off against each other.

John’s hand slid down Robin’s back to cup his arse. Not happy with the pace Robin set John urged him to move faster.

John’s mouth was slack under his, letting Robin lick and nibble at his firm lips.

Robin moved his hips to an unheard rhythm as John pushed up against him.

He gasped as the large hands gripping his arse squeezed and kneaded at the fleshy globes.

“God, John,” Robin moaned against his mouth.

He could only imagine the sight they made, their bodies writhing together out in the open. If anyone were to come across them they would certainly be in for a shock.

The thought didn’t frighten Robin, nothing frightened him anymore.

They moved together, grinding and gasping, their cocks slick between them.

As John’s release drew close he began thrusting up erratically and his grip on Robin tightened. His lover’s thick fingers were so close to his opening that it made Robin wish they were in his manor in a real bed with real supplies.

When John came he threw back his head, his cry like that of a wild animal.

Robin loved the sounds John made. Even more so he loved that he was the cause of them. The wetness suddenly between them spurred Robin on. He buried his face in John's neck and thrust against him until he also found his release, muffling his cries against the sweat damp skin.

He never felt so close to another person as he did in that shared moment between them. John petted his hair, holding him close. Pressing a kiss to his temple.

The night was young and they had no place to be but right there with each other. Robin couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night.

 
~~@~~


Title: The Forgotten Mate

Author: Jane Wallace-Knight

Genre: MM, Paranormal Romance, Shapeshifter, Witches

Word Count: 48,094

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-forgotten-mate

Heat Rating: Sextreme

Twitter: @janewallaceknig

Website: https://janewallace-knight.weebly.com/

Blurb: Rowan Adams awakens surrounded by werewolves, with no memory of who he is. The man in front of him, Devon Carter, is the alpha of the pack and, according to him, Rowan’s mate.

Born into a coven of witches that behave more like a cult, Rowan took his sister and ran. They’d been running for years before they stumbled into Devon’s territory. Somehow, Rowan managed to convince the alpha to take him as his mate, knowing that his skills as a witch would benefit the pack, and that having a small army of werewolves to protect him and his sister was a pretty good deal.

The plan was going well until something went wrong with the mating ritual, leaving Rowan with no idea who he was, or what the hell was going on.

With the coven closing in, and trouble with another pack, Rowan barely has time to adjust to his crazy life, or to the man he’s apparently married.

 
STORY EXCERPT

There was no light or sound, only the presence of pain. It was like a searing hot iron being pushed through his brain, a vice clamping around his skull. He felt sick from the throbbing ache, a dizzying nausea rolling through his gut. He was scared, completely alone in the dark, and that was when he heard it. The sound of a voice, as deep and calm as the ocean on a still day.

“Rowan,” the voice called to him through the fog.

Rowan? he thought to himselfWho’s that?

Abruptly and without warning, the world came spinning back into view. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the shapes of a lot of people, all of them talking over each other. Large green trees loomed over them all. In his current state, it felt overwhelming.

“Quiet,” someone yelled, before kneeling down in front of him. “Rowan, are you okay?”

It was then he realized he was on all fours on the grass.

He blinked to try and clear the fog and looked up at the rugged face of the large man crouching in front of him. “Who are you?”

The man flinched and there was more chatter from the crowd.

“It’s me, Devon.”

“Then…who am I?”

Devon’s face was starting to become clearer, as was everything else. He was in the woods, on the ground, and there were eight people standing around him in a circle. There were candles and strange symbols craved into a tree.

“You’re Rowan. Rowan Adams,” Devon explained calmly. He reached out a hand and brushed a leaf from Rowan’s hair. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

The thing was that Rowan believed him. He nodded his head and instantly wished he hadn’t done it. The movement caused his headache to worsen. He put his hands to his head and squeezed as though he could push the pain away.

“Hey,” Devon said as he placed his own hands over Rowan’s and gently pulled them away. “Look at me.”

Rowan forced his eyes to focus on the man in front of him. Devon’s ice blue eyes were the first thing he zeroed in on. The intense gaze was framed with thick, dark eyelashes. His skin had a deep tan, built up over years of being outdoors, no doubt. His full lips and strong jaw were accentuated by some well-trimmed stubble.

Rowan felt himself leaning forward and breathing in the scent of the man before him. He smelled like warm earth and sawdust.

“That’s it,” Devon said. “Just focus on me. You’re going to be okay.”

The pain in Rowan’s head began to fade away, allowing room for panic. He had no idea who he was, who the people around him were, or why he was out in the middle of the woods.

He looked at his surroundings. The moon was full and ripe overhead, casting the woods in an eerie silver glow. He could smell something, burnt herbs. It coated the back of his throat.

“Go home,” Devon said, turning to the other people.

“Devon,” a teenage girl said, her voice an unsure whine.

“It’s okay, Gia,” Devon told her reassuringly. “Just go back to the house. I’ll bring him home. We’ll be right behind you.”

Another woman, this time older, took hold of Gia’s hand. “Come on, sweetie. Devon’s got this.”

Gia looked at Rowan with such fear in her eyes, as though his well-being was everything to her. He felt bad and wanted to say something to reassure her, but he had no idea who she was or what was going on.

“What’s happening? Why are we out here?” he asked Devon as the others reluctantly left. Still crouching down in front of him, Devon held out his hand.

“We were out here for the ritual,” Devon explained to him as he helped Rowan up.

“The ritual? What the hell are you talking about?”

The panic was starting to drown him. He had so many questions but no idea of where to start.

“It’s…if I tell you, it’ll just freak you out,” Devon explained.

Rowan stood, and Devon copied him.

“That answer you just gave me is what’s freaking me out!” Rowan shouted.

The corner of Devon’s mouth turned up slightly at Rowan’s reply. Devon quickly put a hand on Rowan’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what went wrong tonight, or if this was supposed to happen. You didn’t exactly have my full confidence in the first place,” Devon said. “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What are you talking about?” Rowan shouted again. “I have no idea what I’m supposed to have talked you into. Just tell me, already. I can take it.”

Devon raised an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms over his chest. “You can take it? Alright. I agreed to take you as my mate and to let you do this ritual so we could share our strength with you in return for your protection.”

Rowan took in their surroundings. The candles, the silver dishes filled with burning herbs. It was all so bizarre.

“I don’t know what any of that means!” Rowan shouted.

“I’m a werewolf,” Devon said as he grasped Rowan’s upper arms with his big hands and turned him to face him once more. “And you’re a witch. You and your sister. Tonight, we had a ceremony to bind the two of us together forever so that the two of you would be stronger and my pack and I would have two powerful witches in it.”

Rowan stared at the man in front of him for almost a full minute as he tried to make sense of the words coming out of his mouth. There was really only one way any of this made sense. This man and his friends were crazy, and they had kidnapped him.


ADULT EXCERPT

He bent his head and kissed him again, moving his hands from Rowan’s face to his waist. He wouldn’t say the words, not yet, but he was certainly feeling it. He loved Rowan.

He didn’t know if his feelings had been amplified by the fact that Rowan was now his mate or not.

He let go of Rowan long enough to start the shower. They were both tired, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Rowan naked and wet. Their hurried, spur of the moment grinding the other night had left him desperate for more.

There was no uncertainty or shyness as Rowan started to undress. He held Devon’s gaze as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head and began unbuttoning his pants.

“God, you’re pretty,” Devon said.

Rowan glared at him, making Devon laugh.

“Sorry,” Devon said as he slowly stalked back toward Rowan. “Should I say, beautiful? Handsome? Alluring? Ravishing—”

Rowan cut him off by taking hold of his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. Devon smiled against his lips, that was until Rowan’s hand started roaming down over his bare chest. His long fingers grazed over Devon’s nipples, making him shudder.

It had been a gamble, agreeing to Rowan’s proposal, but he was glad he’d taken it.

Devon kissed his way along Rowan’s jaw and ran his hand over the swell of the witch’s ass.

He loved how Rowan felt under his hands. He loved how quickly the younger man became undone.

“I’m gonna love you so good,” Devon promised him.

The two of them shared a look that spoke more than any words could.

Capturing Rowan’s lips again, Devon pulled his mate against him, moaning at the contact of skin against skin.

Devon’s cock throbbed in his jeans. He needed the constricting garment off of him. Reaching between them, he fumbled open his fly and pushed the denim down so he could kick them off.

Rowan broke their kiss and looked down Devon’s body.

“God, how do you look like that?” he said, his voice breathy and his eyes heavily lidded. He ran his hands over Devon’s sculpted chest and down to his stomach. Devon’s cock gave an eager twitch.

He watched his mate closely, seeing all the emotions play out over his perfect face. When Rowan was done taking his fill, he swallowed thickly and took in a deep breath.

“Get in the shower,” he said.

Devon’s body was coiled in anticipation. He stepped into the warm spray and turned in time to see Rowan remove the last of his clothes. Rowan was half hard, and there was a pink flush on his pale skin that Devon wanted to lick.

He loved that Rowan was more confident now. The witch held Devon’s gaze as he followed him into the shower. The tension between them was as thick as the steam filling the air.

He leaned in to kiss Rowan again, but Rowan stopped him. Instead, Rowan slowly sank down to his knees. Devon didn’t think he’d ever seen such an erotic sight. The water sprayed down on them, but Devon’s large frame stopped it from hitting Rowan in the face.

He was aware that, as far as Rowan knew, he’d never done this before. He reached down and cupped Rowan’s face, and felt his dick twitch when Rowan turned his head slightly and licked Devon’s palm.

“Fuck, Rowan.”

Rowan smiled, clearly pleased with himself over the effect he was having on Devon. He leaned in and nuzzled Devon’s stomach. Devon ran his fingers through Rowan’s hair, tugging gently on the strands. Rowan placed a kiss just below Devon’s navel and took Devon’s cock in his hand.

Devon licked his lips and put one hand on the glass wall of the shower to steady himself. Rowan stroked him slowly, his long fingers gripping him tightly. He kissed and nipped at the tender skin of Devon’s abdomen, making his way south.

Devon watched, his breath caught in his throat, as Rowan placed a kiss on the tip of his cock.

He bit his lip, his hand balling into a fist, and watched Rowan part his lips to take the head into his mouth. Rowan’s eyes fluttered closed as he lightly sucked on the tip. He was tentative at first, experimental even, but he soon gained some confidence.

He took more of Devon’s cock into his mouth and ran his hand around to Devon’s ass. He shuddered as blunt nails scratched over a cheek.

He didn’t know if it was because Rowan was his mate and the bond they shared made what they had feel more special, but Devon couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.

He tenderly stroked Rowan’s hair and enjoyed the moment.

He was with his mate.

He had a mate.

 

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

KELEX

Sleeping Beauty, Reimagined
Manlove Fantasies -  Spring Edition
©2018, Kelex

“Shhh,” Rainier said as he ran a hand down his horse’s neck. After it was apparent the animal wouldn’t calm easily, he slid from his spooked horse and continued soothing the stallion. “It’s okay, boy. According to the map, we’re almost to the village.”
There was good reason for the horse to be spooked. He cast a look to the side. Off in the distance, stood a huge ruined castle or fortress of some kind. It was hard to see, between the moon’s glow and the dense overgrowth surrounding it. A shiver raced down his spine. Something evil resided inside that place, he sensed it in his gut.
Steeling himself, he refused to let his instincts show. He’d never get Bailey to calm if he let his concern show. He ran a hand along the horse’s strong neck. “Not far, boy.” He led the horse a bit farther away from the brambles that grew closer to the structure. Noises sounded behind him… noises that didn’t sound natural…
He kept walking, leading Bailey through the dark stretch of road.
Once they rounded a corner, the moon came out from behind a cloud. Brighter, the horse seemed to calm. Rainier climbed astride and urged his steed forward. It wasn’t long before they came across an inn at the crossroads.
“I think we’ll call it a night,” he murmured to his horse, which whinnied his approval.
After leading his horse to the stables and paying the stable master a florin to get the animal cared for, he bid his horse ado for the night and ambled into the inn. A rowdy bunch was well into their cups as he edged through the crowd. Over a drunken chorus, he paid for a room, ale, and dinner before moving to a seat close to the fire.
Rainier scanned the room, searching for any signs of danger. Traveling alone was never wise, but he had no choice. He was in dire need.
The innkeeper brought over his ale and trencher filled with mutton stew. “I’ve got a room being tidied up fer ya now,” the robust man said. “Should be ready by the time ye’ve eaten.”
“Many thanks,” Rainier said before nodding to the man and taking a long drink from the pint.
The food didn’t last long. He hadn’t eaten all day. It was too salty and a bit too overcooked, but he was starving, so he ignored all that. After a refill of his pint to wash down the salt, he again scanned the room.
It had grown a bit quieter as he’d eaten. He searched over the faces of the men inside, only to have a plump woman land in his lap.
“Need someone ta warm that bed o’yers?” she asked with a coy smile.
“I doubt you’d like my bed,” he muttered before pushing her to her feet.
“A handsome chap like you? I think I’d like that verra much.”
Rainier lifted an eyebrow. He had more important things to do than argue with her. A fuck wasn’t the reason he’d come this far, alone. But then, maybe she could answer his questions. “How much?” he asked.
Her smile widened. “One of them florins ye’ve got should do.”
“How about I pay you one of those—if you have some news to share with me?”
A frown crossed her face. “News?”
“That fortress I passed on the way here—the one covered in vines—can you tell me about it?”
Her eyes grew wide. “Yer not thinking of going in there, are ya?”
He shrugged. He was desperate. And he’d heard the myths… if they were true, he needed something inside. “Perhaps.”
“Issa dark, dark place, that. Ya don’t wanna go there.”
He held up a coin. “I just want you to tell me all you know…” He dropped his hand. “Unless you don’t know anything.”
The woman flopped down across from him. “O’course I do.” She eyed him before lifting her chin arrogantly. “Dinner, ale, and that coin, and I’ll tell ya whatever ya want.”
Rainier sighed. “Dinner and the ale.” He leaned forward. “And if your information is strong, then I’ll pay you the coin.”
She considered him a moment before nodding. He lifted a hand and called over the innkeeper. Once he’d paid for the woman’s food, the old man muttered as he walked away.
“The story goes that there’s a princess inside that place,” she said. “Some call her Sleeping Beauty. Say she’d the fairest lass the land’s ever seen. But I say there’s no way anyone’s alive in there, asleep or not. It’s been a good three hundred years now. All’s in that place is cobwebs and bones. ‘Cept for—” She paused as the innkeeper delivered her food. Immediately, she took the ale and drained what had to be half.
“Except for?”
The woman lowered her tankard. “‘Cept for the dragon. He’s been in there, guarding the Sleeping Beauty for all these years. I’ve heard him myself, I have. Roaring in the middle of the night.”
Rainier averted and rolled his eyes. A dragon. Sure. There hasn’t been a dragon sighting in a thousand years or more. “They say the whole castle fell asleep when she did… the king, the queen… his court… his army… and his guards and knights.” The myths that surrounded the king’s elite guard and those knights were stuff of legend. They’d been powerful… unstoppable… and all brought down by a girl who couldn’t remain away from a spindle.
“That’s what I hear. A kiss from her true love will awaken the entire castle. Whoever does it will get rewarded in gold, lots of it.”
A smile crossed his face. His country was in ruins… his armies nearly destroyed. An evil tried to claim his lands. Reawakening that sleeping army, the guards, and the knights was his last chance. The gold reward could help buy his troops the supplies they desperately needed. His neighbors had already been defeated… his country was the last bastion of hope.
He wouldn’t let his people down.
If he had to kiss some girl, so be it.
“Wait a minute? True love? The one to kiss her must be her true love?”
“So I hear.”
Rainier frowned. “The tale I heard said anyone who could get past the brambles, the mighty dragon, and awoke the princess with a kiss would receive a grand reward.”
“No telling,” the woman said. “The story’s older than I am. Either of us could be right.”
Rainier smiled ruefully, irritated at a new wrinkle in the tale.
“No reason to smile,” the woman said between bites of the stew. “Yer never gettin’ in.”
“You think so little of me, hmm?”
“Ya think yer the first who’s tried? There are bones of great knights in those brambles, even more inside with that dragon. Many a man has died trying to get the princess. None did. And they all died trying.”
He didn’t want the princess. He wanted something far greater.
Reaching into his pocket, he caressed the map he held there. He’d stumbled across it in his library months before, a token his father had received from someone. It showed a secret passage into the castle. If he could bypass the bramble and sneak in to see whatever guarded that castle, perhaps he’d have a better chance.
He withdrew the map and showed the woman a portion of it. Pointing near the spot where the tunnel began, he looked across the table.
“Know where this is?”
She cocked her head, the fork stuck between her full lips. Staring as she chewed, she finally slid the implement out before gazing at him wide-eyed. “That’s near the mill.” She pointed to a small spot. “That’s it, I’m sure.”
“You can direct me there?”
“Follow the road to Iveyville. Sign is right out there. Ya will see the mill’s blades after a few miles or so.”
Rainier smiled and handed her the coin. “Thank you.”
The woman smiled. “I can still keep ya comp’ny tonight if ya want. No additional charge.”
Rainier shook his head. “Not tonight. I have a big day tomorrow.”

****
The following morning, Rainier made his way down the road to Iveyville. Just as the woman had told him, he saw the mill a few miles down the well-traveled road. Slipping off his mount, he drew Bailey through the woods and stopped beside the abandoned mill.
Gazing around, he saw the crumbling structure sat beside a dried up riverbed. The fabric-covered blades were beginning to rot, the material folded over in places. Trees and shrubs had begun to grow around the building, nature reclaiming what it had lost. He walked closer to the riverbed and noticed it was now just a thin stream.
Enough for his horse to drink from. “I think it best I leave you here, boy,” Rainier whispered to Bailey. “You didn’t care for the place I’m going, at all.”
After typing up his horse, Rainier pulled out his map and tried to get his bearings. The old river was just where it should be, as well as a huge, twisting tree depicted on it. He crossed the dried bed and climbed up the opposite bank before moving through the wood.
Not far in his quest, he ran into the same brambles as the night before. The sky even seemed to grow darker, making the land seem all the more desolate. Unnatural rumbles sounded in the distance, the same as he’d heard before.
The dragon.
He chuckled to himself, ignoring the hint of fear that swept through his mind. Tall tales and old myths, that’s all it was. Rainier looked at his map again before moving on. When he reached the spot where he expected to see the entrance, he saw overgrown brambles. Unsheathing his sword, he cut away at the brambles… but they seemed to only grow back as quickly as he cut them. He hacked away, a sweat breaking out over his brow.
“By the gods, I will get inside,” he muttered before slicing through a huge clump.
A noise—like a maniacal squeal—sounded and a huge section withered. The sound sent a shiver up his spine. He paused for only a second to look before taking advantage. Rainier cut through until he saw the entrance. He raced forward and felt a slice along his face as he fell into the cool, dank tunnel.
Rising, he saw the brambles closing back in and covering the entrance. After sheathing his blade and taking off a leather glove, Rainier lifted a hand to his face and felt an inch long cut to his cheek. Plants that attacked? What else would he face inside? Perhaps those tales of a dragon weren’t tall tales after all.
The brambles seemed to twist and tighten even more than they’d been before he cut his way through. No way out, he could only move forward. Rainier lifted his stare to the dark inner path and saw an old torch along one wall. He took it down and dug into his bag for his flint.
After striking it and creating a flame, he moved down the tunnel. Multiple twists and turns later, he came to a steep set of stairs. Rainier made his way up quickly before reaching a large iron door. Inserting the torch into a notch on the wall, he then tugged on his glove and drew his sword out again.
He took a deep breath before lifting the latch and pushing on the door. It didn’t give. Rusted shut, more than likely. Rainier gave it another push and felt it give somewhat. Another shove and it creaked open an inch.
A loud creak.
If there’s a dragon here, he knows I’ve arrived.
With all of his might, he pushed again. It was enough for him to wedge himself through. Once on the inside, he reached for the torch and spun to have his first look at the inside of the castle.
Servants sat along the edges of the hall, pale. They looked dead, but yet not. If they were indeed 300 years old, they would’ve withered away to bone by now. Something kept them alive. The same something that could create a dragon to protect the magic within. He slowly moved through the hallway, toward where he assumed the great hall would be. Midway along, he saw a skeleton wearing a suit of armor. The same brambles that had guarded the outside appeared to grow around the bones.
Continuing on, he saw more servants and other men who’d tried to win the heart of the fair princess. A few were still moldering, the flesh and meat still not completely withered away. His stomach turned as he saw the men who’d come before him.
The men who’d failed.
They’d wanted her. I want the help of the kingdom’s army. They led with their heart. I lead with my mind.
He made it out to the great hall. It looked to be filled with sleeping courtiers, knights, and up ahead, he saw the sleeping king and queen. As he paused to look at a knight who’d been torn in half, he heard a rustling sound behind him.
Spinning, he saw the glistening of scales and the end of a tail.
“Who comes into my castle?” a roar echoed about the interior.
“Crown Prince Rainier of Farin.”
“And what business do you have here?”
“I need help.”
The dragon chuckled. “What help do you think I shall provide you?”
“My country is under attack; my people in danger. My armies are nearly decimated. I had long ago read of a sleeping army inside this castle. I need them. Desperately.”
The dragon slunk by and knocked the torch from his hand. It sputtered and died at his feet.
“And you’re not here for the Sleeping Beauty upstairs?”
Rainier shook his head, gripping his sword tighter. “No. I have no need for princesses.”
“But to wake them, you must wake her. That, I cannot allow.”
“Then fight for me,” Rainier said, realizing he needed to try a new tactic. “Win my war for me and I’ll leave—never to return.”
The dragon chuckled, moving in the darkness. “Or I could kill you now… and be done with you.”
Rainier sighed. “Then you leave me no choice. I must awaken the princess.”
He heard a slithering to the right. Closing his eyes, he trusted his ears. Rainer held his ground, waiting to hear the sound of the beating heart.
Lub-dub… lub-dub… lub-dub…
The sound grew stronger.
Lub-dub…
Nearer…
A roar sounded behind him as he spun and shoved his sword up into the dragon’s chest. It roared again, even louder—the sound nearly making his ears bleed.  Rainier fell away, covering his ears from the screams.
The whole place shook as the dragon fell to the ground. The screams died… as did the light in the dragon’s eyes.
The beast withered… slowly turning into a man.
Rainer rose to his feet and looked down on the naked man. Scales still covered the outside of his skin, but otherwise, the dragon now looked human. An old human, with white hair and wrinkled flesh. Grasping the grip of his sword, he pulled it out before plunging it in a time or two again—just to be sure the creature was dead.
Glancing around the hall, he wondered if that was it.
How had so many failed before him? Or was it that the dragon had grown so old, the beast was ready to die?
He bent down and restarted the torch. Rainier gazed at the sleeping faces around him, knowing there was still one more task ahead of him—one that he feared even more than the dragon. He had no desire for female flesh. The thought of the kiss made him shudder.
My people need the army. It’s our only chance.
With that thought, he began to search the castle, starting with the lower rooms. When his search there found nothing, he moved to the second floor. Room by room he looked… and found nothing. He saw a door leading to one of the towers, and on a whim, took it. After racing up the stairs, he found a single candle ablaze.
A woman lay under a gossamer fabric, the light of the candle making it glisten. Rainer forced himself to take a step forward. And another. He stood at the edge of the bed and tried to still his beating heart.
What if my kiss does nothing? I’m not her true love.
But I bested the dragon. This will work. One kiss and she awakens.
Rainier lifted the gossamer fabric and gasped.
It wasn’t a princess… but a prince.
He drew the fabric away and saw a naked prince, pale and beautiful. Long golden locks flowed from his head, his porcelain skin tempting his touch. A thick cock lay soft along his stomach, the head pink and plump.
Rainier felt a spark of need, need he hadn’t expected.
Dropping to one knee, he looked closely at the man’s beautiful face—it had an almost feminine beauty, but was masculine enough to quicken Rainier’s heart. His cock, too. It grew thicker under his tights and tunic.
He licked his lips and glanced at those he was required to kiss. He’d rued the moment, except now that duty no longer weighed as heavily on him. Lowering his head, he brushed a soft kiss over the softest, fullest male lips he’d ever seen.
Deepening the kiss, he grew harder, need spiraling in his gut. A gasp came against his lips, so he pulled back.
Long lashes fluttered. And then the most beautiful blue eyes looked up at him.
“Who… who are you?”
Rainier smiled. “I’m the man who woke you from your three hundred year slumber.”
Sleeping Beauty smiled before leaning up to kiss him again. Rainier moaned against the prince’s hot mouth, hungrier than he’d ever imagined he’d be. The kiss turned feral, the lust between them raging like a flood.
Beauty drew him onto the bed and rolled until he was on top. Breaking the kiss, the beautiful prince stretched his back and arms over his head. “Has it truly been that long? Three hundred years?”
“From what I hear. I’m not sure.”
Beauty ground his hips against Rainier’s erection. “We might as well finish this and awaken the others.”
Rainier frowned. “I thought… they would awaken when you did?”
Beauty shook his head. “No. There’s one more part you’re missing.”
“What’s that?”
“My true love must claim my virginity.” Beauty smiled. “The dragon claimed no one would have me if he couldn’t.” The prince looked over a shoulder. “Where is the dragon?”
Rainier grasped Beauty’s hips. “Dead. I killed him. Sword to the heart.”
“No,” Beauty said, his eyes growing large. “He’ll only die when I am claimed.”
A roar suddenly shook the castle.
“Fuck,” Rainier lamented.
“Exactly,” Beauty said. “We have little time.”
Rainier pushed his leggings down and lifted his tunic as Beauty reached under the bed and pulled out a small tube. He poured some of the contents onto his fingers before smearing it over Rainier’s hard cock.
The dragon’s screams grew louder…
Beauty smeared some of the oil on his ass and positioned himself on top of Rainier. He pushed down onto Rainier’s cock, crying out a little in pain.
“Why did you have to be so big?” Beauty cried.
“Sorry?” Rainier quipped, gripping the prince’s hips and guiding the man down. “It’s shocking I’m still hard.”
The door burst open just as Beauty fully seated himself on Rainier’s cock. The dragon burst through in human form… and dropped to his knees…
And then turned to dust.
Rainier couldn’t believe his eyes. They sat there, still, both seemingly stunned. Beauty turned to gaze at him after a moment.
“Thank you,” the prince whispered. “It’s over now. I’m free.”
Rainier stared at the beautiful prince. He was still hard and deep inside the man. “What happens now?”
Was this all the prince wanted?
Beauty leaned forward and off Rainier’s cock. But the second when Rainier thought they’d part, the prince came back down and drove him deeper. A moan rose up Rainier’s chest, echoing around the room.
This happens now,” Beauty murmured. “You fully claim me as yours.”
Rainier rolled them over and pinned the beautiful prince to the bed. He lifted Beauty’s knees over his arms and drew up on his knees. A smile spread across his face. “With pleasure.”
He slid out before moving back inside the prince. Beauty reached down and began to stroke his beautiful cock. And it was big—surprisingly so. The prince was lean and lightly muscled, almost to a point of being lanky. The big cock stood out on his small frame… and excited Rainier. It was nearly as big as his own.
And would feel wonderful sliding inside him.
He replaced Beauty’s hand with his own, and continued to stroke. Beauty’s hands fell back onto the bed, over his head, and the prince writhed under Rainier. His elegant neck arched, his head falling back as his spine bowed.
“It feels so good,” Beauty murmured. “Fuck me harder, lover.”
Rainier quickened his pace, a little thrill racing through him over the fact neither of them knew the other’s name. Strangers… yet not. Bound by this magic that had pulled them together.
A cry sounded at the door. Rainier looked up and saw the king and queen he’d seen asleep on the throne awake and shocked. Rainier lifted grabbed his tunic to covered where they were bound as one.
“Caspien? What’s going on here?” the king commanded.
“This is my prince,” Beauty said leaning up slightly to drape a long, elegant arm over Rainier’s shoulder. “Prince…”
“Rainier,” he added into the silence that fell.
“Prince Rainier. My betrothed,” Beauty said, smiling. He captured Rainier’s stare. “He broke the spell… he’s my true love.”
“But… but…” the king sputtered, growing red in the face.
“He broke the spell, Magnus. Let it be,” the queen said, patting his hand. “We owe that man a great deal for defeating the dragon and awakening us.”
The king pointed to them. “This? He’ll have no heirs!”
“We will find a way,” the queen cooed, drawing the king from the room. She cast a pointed look over her shoulder and drew the door closed.
“Betrothed?” Rainier asked. “You just met me.” And this isn’t what he’d come for. He’d needed an army. Not a husband. What would his people think? If they survive. Thoughts of his people had him pulling away. He hadn’t come to waste time fucking a beautiful prince.
He is so beautiful.
“You don’t want me?” Beauty… or rather… Caspien asked.
Rainier sat on the side of the bed. “I must be honest. I didn’t come for you.”
Caspien frowned.
“I came… because my people are in danger. An evil is spreading through the land. All my neighbors have been conquered. Cries for help have been ignored. The sleeping army you had here—that was what brought me. I wanted to save my people. Not save you.”
Beauty was silent a moment. “To be honest… I think that only makes me like you more. Handsome. Brave enough to face this quest. Strong and smart enough to best a dragon… compassionate enough to find a way to save his people… and honest enough to tell me the truth.”
Rainier cupped the side of Caspien’s face. “The legends of this place claimed you were a princess. I didn’t want a princess… but as soon as I saw you, the idea of that kiss went from depressing to exhilarating.”
Caspien smiled. “As my betrothed, my father would of course send forces to help bolster your army. Especially considering you are the one who broke the spell.”
“Your father didn’t seem too thrilled to see me.”
“My mother and I can convince him of anything,” Caspien said with a smile. “And I think a big, strong, smart, handsome, brave man could help persuade him, too.”
Rainier leaned in for another kiss. It quickly deepened and took his breath away. “I could definitely get used to kisses such as those.”
Caspien slid into Rainier’s lap. “Why don’t we finish negotiating the terms of this betrothal… including how many forces you’ll need to be sent to your country?”
Sleeping Beauty slid back down his cock, swallowing his shaft whole. Rainier groaned with need, his whole body trembling from want.
“You have an interesting way of negotiating,” Rainier whispered.
“Oh just you wait and see,” Caspien said before lowering his head for another kiss. He rolled his hips, driving Rainier even deeper.
Crying out against the prince’s mouth, he knew this was only the beginning of his tale. A smile crossed his lips—he was ready for the new and more adventurous quest to come.

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Best Friends
In Bed, 1
By Kelex
Five old college buddies drifting away from one another…
One last chance to get things right… for two of them…
Jesse’s friends are falling apart. Adam and Clay are at odds—again. Benji is growing more distant. And don’t even get him started on his lady’s man best friend. Hayden’s partying and screwing has become a noticeable problem. Jesse figures they all need a night out—together—to bring them back to where they’d been.
Adam and Clay arrive and refuse to speak to one another. Benji has brought along a new friend he’s more interested in. And Hayden shows up with an older woman draped over him like a cheap suit.
Jesse’s incensed—it was supposed to be a guy’s night!
He watches the pair of them, anger growing as he can’t help but witness Hayden and the woman—and all their PDAs. It makes him sick, seeing that woman touching his… his…his best friend.
By the end of dinner, Jesse’s ready to toss in the towel and call it a night. The check arrives with a pile of fortune cookies. Each person at the table grabs one, and their unwanted guest reminds them they need to add in bed to the end of their fortunes.
Jesse never counted on her being right—or that his fortune would come true.
In bed.

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Excerpt:
Olivia opened the door and drew him inside the semi-darkened room.

“Livi!”

Jesse turned and saw a half-naked woman on her knees. It took his eyes a moment to acclimate to the low light. A nightlight of some kind was on, giving the room a surreal glow. It eventually hit him that it was Mandy in her bra and panties, on her knees. Between Hayden’s thighs.

He gasped inwardly as he realized Mandy was blowing Hayden. Jesse’s stare roamed over Hayden’s nakedness. His chest was bare, his jeans open and pushed down his hips some, exposing nearly everything.

Hayden’s cock was hard and jutting out… and slick from Mandy’s mouth. Jesse lifted his stare and met Hayden’s shocked gaze.

But it wasn’t only shock. There was some lust in them, too.

As if Hayden wasn’t too upset in being caught.

“It’s my room, too,” Olivia said, shutting the door. “We can play in here, too.”

Jesse opened his mouth to argue they should leave when Olivia pushed him down on the bed across from Mandy and Hayden, knocking any denial from his lips. She knelt on the floor like Mandy and began undoing his jeans.

“Wait, maybe we should go somewhere else,” Jesse said, trying to still her fingers.

His stare drifted to Hayden’s cock again, and he forced it back down to Olivia.

“There is nowhere else,” she said. Pulling her hand from his, she reached into his briefs and caressed his cock.

An unbidden moan came from his lips.

It was all Olivia seemed to need. She pulled his cock through the vee of his pants and began to caress him. Jesse closed his eyes, hating that it felt so good. He reopened them and saw Mandy had gone back to work on Hayden’s cock. He couldn’t see everything, just an outline against that glow of light.

There was no doubt to what they were doing.

The sounds of Hayden’s moans only added to the excitement he felt.

Jesse grew harder under Mandy’s touch… and he had to wonder if it was the feel of her hand or the visual of Mandy’s lips wrapped around Hayden’s shaft. He leaned his head back against the wall, watching the action across the room.

It was too dark for Hayden to be able to tell where Jesse was looking… yet there was a little part of him felt as if Hayden was watching him, too. If Jesse could feel that, could Hayden sense his stare?

He didn’t care.

When he felt Olivia’s lips wrap around the head of his cock, he closed his eyes for a split second. It felt good. Really good. And it felt even better when he opened his eyes and continued playing the voyeur.

Mandy’s head moved faster and Hayden’s moans grew louder.

Jesse felt his body responding to the sounds.

Olivia pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “I think I’m… I’m…”

And she jumped up and fled from the room.

“Oh shit, not again,” Mandy said and raced from the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Lovely,” Hayden said from the other bed.

There they sat—alone—with two hard-ons.

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