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206 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 22, 2022
Although it's the men I'd read about who still occasionally crept into my fantasies. No slightly swaying man with a friendly bird tattooed on his arm for me. No, I wanted one to pin me down and make me want him. Never holding back, no nice words, or attempts to be a shining white knight. Just such blazing lust that he had to have me, no matter what.
"By letting all four Pirate Kings fuck you at the same time. When we orgasm, our minimal powers will flow into you and merge with yours. That combined force will give you the power to repair the Blood Oath and reverse the fucking curse." The answer cut through my arousal. "What the fuck are you talking about? Like you have magical cum or something?"
But then again, this world had fucking krakens, moving islands, and supposedly powerful witches, so science might not be the answer to everything in Nyxleia.
I somehow could read Nyxleian too
His finger ran through my center, and I bit my lip to keep quiet. He said, "Don't. I want to hear you moans, and screams, and you losing your fucking mind, darling. I want zero doubt that you enjoy my touch."
He never stopped rubbing my clit with his textured ring, making me come and come until I was actually begging for him to stop.
The weirdest feeling was the soft, supple strap with metal running through my pussy and ass cheeks. Just moving pressed the metal against my clit and asshole, turning my blood hot and my cunt wet. Add in the pressure against my nipples—the straps running across my boobs were too tight even with the slackest setting—and...Although each stride out of the room into the next put pressure on all my most sensitive parts.
"Here's what I want from you to fulfill your vow: Fight me. Struggle. Try to kill me. Don't be meek and submissive, not until after I've fucked you. If I don't believe you're trying to flee and avoid me fucking you, then I'll ensure you wear this outfit for at least a day. I’ll tether your hands to the bed, ensuring you can’t touch yourself. Even worse, I'll keep you on edge, never letting you fall. Do you understand me?"
His grip tightened on me, and his hot breath tickled my ear. "You want me, you little whore. Look at all the honey running down your leg. You're begging for it, like the slut you are." He slapped my ass. And again.