Tanya

“Banging Tyler harder, giving him what he needed to push him over edge, Tim followed soon after. “God Tyler, I’m coming, coming with you...” Tyler felt Tim stiffen inside him just before he came, and it sent an aftershock through his body. Tim’s hand fell away in the throes of orgasm, so Tyler gabbed his own cock, working the last of his release out while Tim moaned and bit his shoulder, shaking against Tyler’s body as he peaked.”
― Darien Cox, Caught in Your Wake

“Ooooh, oh fucking hell yeah… oooohhh,” Marco moaned. “I’m going to split your little dragon boypussy in two.” “Promises, promises,” Andreas teased, then took Marco all the way down his throat. I smiled as I watched Marco arch on my pillow, gasping in pleasure. I lifted his shirt up revealing his thick mat of luscious, black hair and pinched his pierced nipple, then I flicked the tender nub with my finger. He twitched several times and I knew the sensation of my touch and what I was doing combined with Andreas skillful mouth was going to shoot him to the moon.”
― Nicholas Bella, House of Theoden: Season Two Complete Boxset

“Yeah, that’s good. Work up a load for me,” Marco said. He reached over and groped my thigh as if he was offering me encouragement. Maybe he was. That physical contact certainly added some umph to my horniness. I realized that he was hungry for cum. Sure, he fed me more than my share last night, but I don’t recall him feeding. I think that made me even more aroused, knowing I was going to feed Marco directly from my cock. Oh shit, I was close from that thought alone. My hand moved faster up and down my shaft and I closed my eyes, moaning in ecstasy. “Oh fuck! I’m close, Marco,” I said, panting and grunting. Marco pulled the car over on the side of the expressway and leaned in close to me. “Yeah, cum for me, boy. You know I’m hungry for it, so make it good.”
― Nicholas Bella, House of Theoden: Season Two Complete Boxset

“~We struggle against the darkness, to forget the voices that compel us, and even the ones that do not. For we are witches, and our struggle is constant. ~”
― S.L. Perrine, Turning the Stone