Impure and the Beast--A Sexy Supernatural Gay M/M Shapeshifter Novelette from Steam Books

by Bernadette Russo

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  Tristan lay naked on his back, as he stroked Arnaud’s hairy torso above him, reveling in the softness of his hair and the hardness of his body. He had begged and pleaded for this on their first night together, but the older man had refused.

  “It’ll hurt,” Arnaud warned him again.

  “I don’t care. You said we have a high threshold level for pain. I want you to be my first.”

  Arnaud bent down and kissed him, amazed at how beautiful he was. Poor Tristan had no idea how good looking he was, always retreating behind his secret and his shyness. The older man had lubed himself as much as he could, but he was still hesitant, still afraid of hurting the younger man.

  Tristan wrapped his legs around Arnaud’s waist, and began drawing him in, while his hands held fast to Arnaud’s face, not wanting the kiss to end. He pulled away as the massive cock pushed past his tender opening, his face screwed up in pain.

  Arnaud stopped, but Tristan growled and pulled him in deeper. Arnaud resisted, content to stay a bare inch inside Tristan’s tight ass, rotating his hips to give the younger man the time he needed to adjust. When he felt the opening relax, he pushed in deeper, stopping once more when Tristan tensed.

  It took long minutes, but finally, he was all the way in, his groin pressed firmly against Tristan’s ass. He bent down again and began kissing the young man, tongue fucking his mouth till the medical student began moaning once more.

  Tristan’s ass was so tight from his opening all the way in, it felt like a glove around his entire cock. Arnaud gritted his teeth to keep from pummeling him, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could restrain himself. The smell of nuts and cookie dough became stronger.

  When Tristan finally pulled away, his eyes were purple, but save for that, he maintained his human form. He nodded at the older man, tightening his legs around Arnaud’s waist.

  Arnaud growled, but to his surprise, his torso did not elongate, neither did his fangs grow longer. Looking down at his hands, he saw that he could will them to remain as they were, not turn into claws. Wherever Tristan’s hands and flesh touched him, they remained human.

  But Tristan was getting impatient. He began undulating on the bed, trying to get his—lover?—deeper into him, tightening and loosening his ass around Arnaud’s shaft.

  Mr. Lupin needed no further encouragement. He growled again, louder this time, and began pumping into the hot, tight ass.

  Tristan hissed and leaned his head back, beginning to enjoy the slow fucking. Before long, he began writhing harder as he felt his orgasm begin to build up behind his groin. It was amazing. He wasn’t touching his own cock, but it still felt as if it were being stimulated. His eyes widened in amazement as the pleasure built.

  Arnaud lowered himself, letting the hairs of his sweaty torso rub up against the underside of Tristan’s shaft. He smiled as the younger man groaned. When Tristan began pushing up against him, he knew his chosen was getting close.

  Raising himself up, he began pummeling into Tristan, shaking him each time he slammed into him, making the bed tremble. He enjoyed the sight of his chosen sweating and moaning beneath him, delighted in the vision of his cock disappearing into Tristan’s tight ass.

  Tristan began howling, but his face still remained human. His hands gripped Arnaud’s arms tighter and tighter, as more and more pre-cum oozed out of his cock and onto his stomach.

  “Harder!” he begged.

  Arnaud pumped into him faster and faster, till Tristan screamed and came, shooting thick loads of white cum onto his chest and face. Arnaud bent down to drink it up as he continued to fuck him. He could feel more of Tristan’s spunk shooting against the hairs of his chest and abs, making him even more excited.

  Arnaud knew he couldn’t last much longer. With a howl of his own, he shot his spunk into Tristan, giving himself over to an explosion that seemed to go on and on.

  With a sigh, he lowered his entire weight onto Tristan’s body, then wrapped his arms around him, determined not to let go.

  EPILOGUE

  “Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” Tristan asked Lord Alfred Blakely, as the man showed him around the apartment.

  “Perfectly so,” the man answered, handing him the keys. “Now that you’ve… awakened, it would be best not to live with that human companion of yours.”

  “But Rene…”

  “Is human, you are not. You are more of a danger to him now, as we teach you more about our kind.”

  “I’m so grateful. The new house back in Honfleur for my mother, that was…”

  “We take care of our own, young man. We take care of our own. Well, I have to go. Cheers.”

  As soon as Tristan closed the door behind him, he looked out his window. Directly across the street from him was Arnaud’s apartment. His only regret was that they couldn’t live in the same place.

  Still, he could smell his man across the boulevard, and that was enough. For now.

  About Bernadette Russo

  Bernadette Russo loves filling her steaming hot erotic stories with details of the exotic locales in which her characters consummate their passions, details she can describe because her work experience has brought her from the U.K. to mainland Europe, to Asia. Along the way she's met many friendly (and sexy) natives and has gotten close to the international and gay community, which help inspire her sensual stories.

  Bernadette has a Bachelors in Communications Research and has worked in sales and management, but we have a hunch her readers are more interested in her work with Steam Books, and we can't blame them!

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  THE PRINCE'S BODYGUARD

  In this erotic re-working of a classic fairy-tale, Prince Leith and his lover, the muscular bodyguard Drake, are separated when betrayed by the evil King Rajovic. The injured Leith is found and cared for by a group of masculine forest-dwelling men, but Rajovic is hunting him down, intent on finishing him off. Can Drake reach Leith before Rajovic does?

  AFTER THE CRASH

  Caught in an auto accident, Dennis has to be admitted to the hospital where David holds office for treatment. The two bump into each other at a bar a few days later, and hit it off. David’s ex-boyfriend shows up, however, and still wants him back.

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  DESTINED IN THE DARK by Melody Lewis.

  In the middle ages, a young lad named Gabe plots an assassination to avenge his sister's death. Gabe goes undercover as a prostitute in a brothel, planning to lure his sister's murderer, the Count. However, Gabe is about to learn some unexpected, fascinating, and sexy things about the Count, his sister's death, and himself.

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  Earth was dying, its only chance of salvation in the hands of the crew of the World's Hope, a four-man team led by twenty-seven year-old Macy Rucker. He and the rest of the crew strapping young crew had one mission: find a new home before it was too late.

  BETWEEN PASSION AND HONOR by Melody Lewis.

  In the late 19th century, Hitoshi Ichihara is one of the few remaining samurai, prepared to die by the edge of the sword, if required. What he wasn't prepared for, though, was a confession of love from his friend and lord, Akihiro Tamazaki. Now, Hitoshi must choose between dying a samurai's honorable death and living with Aki, unless he can find a way to retain both his honor and the man he loves the most...

  MOUNTAIN MAN LOVIN' by Bernadette Russo.

  Sean travels to the mountain city of Baguio in the Philippines on t
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  THE NIGHT RAIDERS

  by Bernadette Russo

  Ben tried to sleep, but couldn’t. He was worried about the wonderful Master-at-arms-jaru-ban. His people were clearly under siege from some foreign army, but thirty minutes told Ben nothing – only that the alien people were afraid and exhausted. And although he understood the strange language while in his astral form, Ben knew there was still a lot he was missing.

  Reaching between his legs, he imagined that it was Master-at-arms-jaru-ban he was touching. He altered that with the thought that it was Grey-eyes who was holding his cock. After drinking his own jizz once more, he finally drifted off to sleep, repeating the beautiful one’s name like a mantra.

  Over the land he flew, over the Great Sea itself, and over land once more. The moon above was no longer a perfect sphere, waning toward its dark phase. He saw the Fort: an ugly construct half built and half natural. He floated there in the night sky, extending his senses as far as he could, till he felt the pulse of Master-at-arms-jaru-ban. His heart thrilling, Ben suddenly found himself beside Grey-eyes.

  The beautiful one lay naked upon a simple wooden bed. Beside him burned the strange device these people used to provide light: a pillar of wax instead of an oil-filled lamp. The weak flame pulsed in the slight wind, bathing Grey-eyes’ body in a chiaroscuro of shadow and orange light.

  What a beautiful dream, Ben thought, as his eyes devoured the stunning hunk.

  Reaching out, he placed a hand on the sleeping man’s chest, thrilling at the warm solidity that greeted him, and at the rise and fall of Grey-eyes’ breathing.

  I don’t ever want to wake up from this, Ben pleaded to no one in particular, as he bent forward to kiss the slightly parted mouth.

  The sleeping one moaned, and Ben pulled back, surprised. Grey-eyes remained asleep, and though Ben wanted to wake him up so they could talk, he didn’t have the heart for it. Even though he knew he was only dreaming.

  Ben began exploring Grey-eyes’ body, delighting in its perfection. He frowned at the scars that marred the muscular flesh, feeling angry at whatever had caused them. Bending forward once more, Ben gently kissed those he could reach, sending healing spells upon each and every one.

  Jaru moaned again, and Ben continued to caress him tenderly, willing the sleeping beauty a deep and healthy sleep. The Apprentice’s hands traced every curve and crease, worshipping the tanned flesh.

  A tiny flash caught Ben’s eye. Turning toward it, he was delighted to see that it was pre-cum forming at the tip of Jaru’s erect cock, as it caught the flame’s light. Bending forward, Ben stuck his tongue out and licked it, enjoying the salty-bitter flavor. Opening his mouth wide, the Apprentice took it in.

  He moaned at the feel of it inside him, a sound echoed by Jaru himself. Positioning himself between the thick, muscular legs, Ben gently held the shaft at its base and began to suck, keeping his eyes fixed on the sleeping man’s face. With his other hand, he cupped the huge, hairless balls, thrilling at its weight.

  Jaru moaned. His body communicated its delight to his sleeping mind, and he spread his legs, giving himself up to the hungry mouth which swallowed his cock, to the wet fingers which held his balls.

  Jaru began thrusting upward, wanting to go deeper into the fantastic mouth that swallowed him.

  Ben sighed and relaxed his throat, letting the thick rod slide easily past his glottis, till he was able to rest his face against the soft, curly hairs before him. He released his grip against the Master at Arms’ cock and balls, then began rubbing the stomach and legs.

  Jaru moaned louder. He arched his back and began to writhe. Ben withdrew, sliding his soft, wet lips around the pulsing shaft, before plunging forward once more. Face pressed against the hairy groin, he began to move his head from side to side, while the shaft pulsed deep inside his throat.

  Jaru jerked and tensed. Reaching down, he grabbed Ben’s head, and began fucking his face. His legs wrapped themselves around the Apprentice’s head, as he bucked and heaved, wanting more of the lightning bolt of pleasure to consume him.

  With a loud cry, Jaru gave a final heave, tightening his legs around Ben’s head as his orgasm tore through him. Ben was grateful he was dreaming, for there was no way he could have done this in a body which required air. He kept Jaru’s shaft embedded deep, regretting only the fact that he could not taste the cum.

  As orgasm after orgasm coursed through his body, Jaru began to writhe with more gusto. Then it became too much. He felt as if his body was going to be torn apart. He struggled, trying to get away. The lightning was insatiable, and it continued to suck and tug at his cock.

  “Stop!” Jaru cried. “You’re killing me!”

  Ben pulled back, afraid that he really was hurting Grey-eyes. As he pulled away, Jaru suddenly sat up, eyes wide with terror. Looking down, he saw Ben. Jaru was so scared he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound, just sat there, staring at the apparition lying between his legs.

  And that’s when Ben realized he was not dreaming.

  To be continued....