Virgin In Heat (The Beast's Forced Mating)
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“Of course,” Silas said, “There are some tests we can perform later, but I am certain we are right. We intend on hiding you right under Usha’s nose.”
“This is ridiculous! So if you are correct, then you are telling me that Usha is my half sister?”
Rys gave a quick nod. “Another reason for her to hate you.”
“We will protect you,” Silas said. “She is so afraid of losing her power that she rarely leaves her home. Her greatest strength has become her biggest weakness. She usually sends her beasts out to do her dirty work. And The Darkness.”
Charlotte stood abruptly. “I can’t handle this,” she said, before hurrying out the back door.
She walked into the yard, and was relieved to see that Rys or Silas didn’t follow her. She couldn’t believe that just an hour or so ago she had made love to Silas. She couldn’t quiet believe it, but the soreness between her legs told her it was true. And the nagging, quietly burning desire to do it again and again also told her it was true. It was as if Silas had awakened some type of beast within her and now the beast cried out for more.
She made her way to the swing and sat down. She gazed up at the beautiful but peculiar pink sky and thought over everything they had shared with her.
They thought that Charlotte was a magical being. They claimed her mother slept with Usha’s father and bore Charlotte out of their love affair, making Charlotte part human and part magical. Charlotte tried to imagine her smart and sensible mother taking a lover before she was married.
Charlotte couldn’t picture it.
Then she thought of how she herself had done that very thing today. She had met a stranger in the woods and she gave herself to him. Charlotte tried to tell herself that it was different, that Silas forced her, but she knew deep down that part of her had wanted Silas to claim her, to possess her in a way that she knew was wrong and forbidden.
And what if this outrageous tale was true? What if Charlotte was a Blessed Lupa Fae? And what exactly was a Blessed Lupa Fae? Did they want Charlotte to find Usha? To take over the throne?
Charlotte laughed out loud. She was nothing but a young girl from a small town, vacationing at the lake. She was no one special, and could certainly not fight an evil queen.
Rys had been so quiet, Charlotte hadn’t heard him approach her from behind.
“You’re thinking you are a nobody,” he said quietly and Charlotte jumped.
Rys moved alongside her, his torso lean and shiny.
“You’re very beautiful,” Charlotte said shyly.
“Thank you, child.” Rys paused. “You may think that you are nobody special but I can tell otherwise. I could sense your powers the moment I stepped inside Silas’ house.”
Charlotte eyed him skeptically.
“Oh, you may not think you have any powers now. But trust me. With a little cultivating you will be a very powerful woman.”
Rys trotted around the swing, watching Charlotte carefully.
“Think back on your childhood. Did you feel like an outsider? Did things come remarkably easy to you? Were you disliked for your beauty?”
Charlotte gave a small shrug. “That could be anyone,” she muttered.
“Yes, but you are the one with the history. You didn’t fit in because you were created for another world. Part human, part magical, just hovering above acceptance.”
Charlotte looked up, her eyes burning brightly as she felt the familiar anger. “And what if I am? You want me to fight Usha? Rule your world?”
“Precisely.”
Charlotte leapt off the swing and ran towards the edge of the yard. She needed to get away, but she couldn’t outrun the demons in her head. She fell to the grass near a long purple rose. The rose quivered and swayed and then opened it’s petals to Charlotte and bent slightly at the stem, as if bowing to her.
Rys was beside her again.
“See? Even nature believes it.”
Charlotte stared at the flower in amazement.
“You are a centaur. Silas is a werewolf,” she paused, “What is a Blessed Lupa Fae?”
Rys folded his legs underneath himself and lay on the ground beside her. “Lupa means wolf. All wolves are dark-haired. You are part wolf and have the ability to change forms whenever you chose. This is dormant inside you, but now that you are here, this gift will awaken.”
Charlotte stared at him doubtfully, but waited for him to continue nonetheless.
“Fae is fairy. You are also part fairy, which explains your beauty. You have the ability to perform magic. Your ethereal qualities will strengthen in this world.”
Rys became quiet and looked into the horizon. “Lastly, and most important, is the Blessed Purple Arte. Essentially, your blood has been blessed by nature, thus giving you the power to rule. You bleed purple, the color of royalty.”
Charlotte gasped. She had always thought it was a trick of the air hitting her blood when she bled. Her blood was never the dark crimson that she saw of others when they got cuts and scrapes, but instead a deep plum shade.
“I’ve struck a chord, I see.”
Charlotte said nothing.
“I imagine Silas hasn’t fed you. Come. Let’s go inside and eat. You will need your energy.”
Charlotte smiled at Rys and stood up. She liked him very much, and he made her feel secure in the way that Silas made her feel alive.
As they approached the house, Rys turned to speak to her.
“If you liked the Fairy Mead wait until you try –”
Suddenly a loud whistling filled Charlotte’s ears and Rys stopped speaking, his mouth open and his eyes bulged wide. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Charlotte watched his powerful body fall to the ground.
“Charlotte!” Silas roared from inside the house and all of a sudden he burst through the back door and tackled Charlotte to the ground as something whistled past her head. He yanked her off the grass, her dress tearing with a loud, vicious rip and dragged her inside.
Silas threw her inside but not before she had one last glance of Rys beautiful, lifeless body on the ground.
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The following is an excerpt from the first chapter in the Bound And Bred For The Billionaire Series – Bound By Force
Mandy is betrayed by her body when she falls for her new boss, a good-looking, older man in a high power position. While attending a company party she finds herself tied to a bed in his mansion, completely out of control, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by him and to satiate his every desire. Her boss has a dark secret and she soon learns of his true intentions - to have her shared and bred amongst his rich and powerful friends.
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“That’s not what I meant,” he said kindly, “I only meant that I don’t think you’re the exhibitionist type, so perhaps we’ll be a little low-key at first.”
Mandy nodded in agreement. She wanted to fuck Justin more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life, but her stomach gave a weird sort of lurch when she thought of having sex in front of strangers.
Justin led her outside and past all of the occupied beds. Mandy’s eyes widened as she saw the numerous couples having sex and moaning in their pleasure. She saw men with their faces buried between thighs, girls’ heads bobbing as they gave oral, one couple was having anal sex and the young woman was screaming with pleasure. Still more couples were having sex missionary style, doggie style, standing up and one brave woman was hanging upside down off her bed as the man pounded into her at a bizarre and uncomfortable-looking angle.
“In here,” Justin breathed as he motioned to a bed that was set away from the others but still allowed Justin and Mandy a birds’ eye view. Mandy slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the bed. Justin roughly pushed her down so that her face was pressing
“Oh,” Mandy gasped as Justin straddled her.
“You’re mine in this tent,” he breathed, “do you understand?” and his voice was hot yet menacing. Mandy nodded as she squirmed underneath him, desperate to get her hands on his dark skin. Justin moved aside and Mandy leapt up to her knees as she went to kiss Justin.
“Not yet,” Justin teased, “First I want to watch you undress.” Mandy let out a small moan from being told what to do; she had never had a man boss her around in bed before. She slowly unzipped her dress and slid it off as her breasts spilled forward and she kneeled on the bed in her small thong. Justin’s eyes watched her hungrily, and she hooked her fingers in her thong before sliding it down her skin to reveal her warm and welcoming pussy.
Justin groaned and his hand shot out for Mandy. He ran his fingers eagerly through her small tuft of pubic hair, tugging gently. Mandy’s head rolled back with pleasure and she pushed her hips forward, hoping that Justin would touch her more. Justin scooted towards her and sat beneath her kneeling figure, as he brought his other hand to her, and gently spread her lips open. His fingers moved across her folds, exploring every inch of her, before rubbing his thumb against her swollen clit. Mandy moaned, her hands moving over her own breasts as she couldn’t help but touch herself. She had never felt so in touch with her sexuality, or so open.
Justin slipped one finger inside her and Mandy moaned loudly. Justin worked his one finger in and out, making sure Mandy was good and wet before inserting a second finger, spreading her wider.
“Yes,” Mandy groaned as Justin’s fingers slid in and out of her, his pace steadily increasing. She could hear her wetness making slick noises, but she didn’t care as Justin continued to finger-fuck her. Abruptly he stopped. Mandy cried out in protest.
“I’m not ready for you to come just yet,” he said. “Undress me.”
Mandy obeyed, and she undid his white shirt, sliding it off his arms, before moving onto his belt buckle. Mandy undid his pants effortlessly and Justin kicked them off, leaving him sitting on the bed in his boxers. Mandy took in how sculpted and firm his body was. It appeared that Justin did not have a single ounce of fat on his entire body. Mandy swooped down onto his chest, running her warm tongue along his sculpted abs, but Justin gently tugged her by her hair, pulling her upright.
“I’m still dressed,” he said softly, and Mandy pulled off his boxers, freeing his thick cock from its confines. “Suck me,” he ordered softly, and Mandy happily agreed, wanting nothing more. She glanced up to see a woman bent over the food table, her dress bunched around her waist as another man fucked her from behind. The man looked up and caught Mandy’s gaze, or so it seemed, even though the curtains were drawn on the bed where Mandy and Justin were. Mandy looked away quickly, but then realized there was no way the man could see her. She looked back at him, and still the man seemed to have his gaze fixed on Mandy.
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“I am The Overlord,” he whispered, his voice rasping as he spoke.
“Do you have a real name?” Ava asked, unable to stop herself.
The Overlord titled his head as if studying her. “I do.”
“Are you going to share it?”
“No.”
“Why am I here?”
“I summoned you.”
Ava had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. If this monster was going to fuck her or kill her, she just wished he would get on with it already. Her hopes of escaping and making it back to Drew were vanishing by the second.
The Overlord moved towards her, his eyes running over her appreciatively. He stroked one of his horns absentmindedly. Standing behind the couch he ran a cold hand along her shoulders, skimming over the bare skin exposed on her back.
“Yes, you are perfect,” he murmured.
Ava shuddered again with repulsion.
“I have been waiting for a human like you. You will be my pet, cucciola mia.”
Ava bristled at the tender Italian phrase. Such a phrase was meant for lovers, not for this monster to say to her.
“I will take you for my own. I will fuck you until I own you and you will do as I say. I will watch you fuck other monsters for my enjoyment and you will please me by obeying. You will enjoy fucking these hideous creatures and you will love the pleasure it brings me. When they are finished with you, I will take you again, reminding you that you are mine. If you are truly lucky, I will breed you and you will grow my seed in your belly. I will treat you like a princess when we are alone so long as you act a whore when we mate.”
Ava’s stomach churned at his words, and she turned her head so he wouldn’t see her tears. The Overlord sat beside her, gently tipping her chin to face him.
“Do you like this arrangement, Ava the Human?”
“No,” Ava said in a small voice, turning away again.
The Overlord smiled an ugly smile. “But you will. Soon you will beg me to fuck you. Beg me to push my rock-hard cock into your warm, soft pussy. And it will be an honor.”
Ava shook her head stubbornly, wanting to be anywhere but here.
“But first we must get you ready. First we must make you desire me more than the air that you breathe.”
Ava watched The Overlord skeptically as he moved towards the dining table in the center of the room. Ava had no idea how eating was going to help get her in the mood.
He looked at her wickedly.
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