Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : German Bradley
Word Count :79000
Publication Date :2007-01-01
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-754-4
WARNING - Contains graphic violence that may be offensive for some readers.
Welsh dark myths and their demons are not dead in the past but alive, eager to be set free, in a time that runs parallel to ours.
Without knowing, Simon's soul pulls to that surreal time and finds out he's an extraordinary creature ordained to waltz in and out of the reality flow for eternity.
They had already entered her cloverleaf-shaped vault, near the furs she used as bed. The wrestler was trembling, but couldn't help grunting when she touched his most sensitive parts beneath his loincloth. He had already tasted the joys of carnality before, albeit it had been totally different.
"I do want to feel the weakness of the flesh," the Mistress said, pushing him down on the furs. "Let me see what you have there."
Kneeling down upon his thighs, the Mistress whipped his loincloth off and watched his limp cock for a while. She could even hear the wrestler's heart thumping fast with anxiety, although he didn't seem to know what to do. He just looked at her, mesmerized, as she undressed and bent over him. Her fingers gently massaged his cock; a gasp escaped his lips. She slipped her lips over his glans, swilling her tongue around that head, pumping her hand up and down the base of his shaft. The wrestler groaned and grimaced down at her. It seemed to him as if she had surrendered herself to his cock, honouring and worshipping him as though he were the divine male principle she had been looking for. The whole idea made his phallus grow inside her mouth. He felt her hot breathing through her nose, and his phallus turned as hard and thick as the branch of an oak tree. She tried to take in as much as she could manage. One of her hands grabbed his hairy arse; the other massaged the soft skin of his scrotum. His testicles evaded her fingers as she grasped at them.