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Lord Adolpho Serratin of Kalamadur Oasis
Captive to the charisma of a powerful master--and slave to his own unquenchable desire... Now available from Amber Allure. Read an excerpt from Captivity.
Wild Thing His obsidian wings spanned the breadth of the small room. Beautiful, long feathers of shimmering silvery dimensions. The outward extension of the span was held in place by brackets allowing them to be fully extended for complete examination by potential purchasers. He was naked perfection and his cock glistened with promise beneath the flickering torches, a massive measure of thick male flesh, dripping with the last succulent reminders of the ecstasy his handler had only recently drawn from him. I was impressed that it had not softened as I would have expected, but remained hard and firm, still displayed to great advantage–for the right buyer. There was defiant crimson fire evident in his eyes, the muscles of his arms ropy, drawn tightly, fighting against the chains that bound him, roaring out against the denial of freedom, panting hard, and I watched with appreciation as his broad chest expanded as it rose and fell with angry denial. Wild, primal, rage seethed beneath the surface, representing a challenge that pleased me. His long, thick dark hair fell in shimmering disarray around his shoulders. A shiver raced through me at the thought of owning the wild beauty mounted and stretched out before me. A display worthy of my slow, close examination. His golden skin shimmered beneath the light of the torches, rippled like the wavering beauty of a fertile wheat crop. Silken. Luxurious. Mouthwatering. His fingers were long and elegant, tightly at this moment, but fashioned for stroking a body. My mind wrapped nicely around the thought of taming him, teaching him, controlling him. Fucking him slowly. The fire of eager anticipation such as I had not known for a long time blazed hot inside me as I watched his impotent struggles. My gaze rose to the ebony iron collar encircling his neck riveted closed, containing the control chip. It was not currently engaged–at my specific request. I wanted to experience this beautiful primitive at his natural best–and I had not been disappointed by his display. My eyes again dropped to the massive cock rising defiantly between his hard, muscular thighs. He was a young, strong stud and I found myself wondering how many had been pleasured by that hard, pulsing staff. Again, I knew the power of possession. He would make a fine addition to my private collection--fine indeed. I rose from my seat and stepped toward the platform. This was a private showing and I had paid well for the privilege of being the first to examine this handsome specimen unique to our world. I stepped onto the platform and met the glare of the powerful beauty shackled before me. Slowly, I smiled as I watched his frustration mount. I reached out to stroke the side of his face, enjoyed the feel of the silky texture of his disheveled locks. He lifted his chin defiantly and struggled to break free of my touch. Knowledge infused me as I thought of the day he would eat willing from this very hand and seek to be fondled and petted by it. Trailing my hand downwards, I felt the muscles tighten beneath my questing fingers as I rubbed at his tight brown nipples as he continued to struggle against my perusal of his body. Lower, across his firm, proud chest, ever downwards, encountering rock-hard flesh. I relished the feelof him as I encircled his thick shaft. As I stroked it, I watched the slit ooze with liquid, covering the dark plum, engorged head. What a beautiful prick it was. Using the thick pre-cum, I coated his shaft, slicked my hand down and over, around and up. With my other hand I cupped his testicles, kneaded and stroked. Both my hands worked him, and I saw and felt his ever tightening response. I caught his scent, heard his rasp of breath as he fought the orgasm he would be unable to withhold from me. He had come at the ministrations of his handler, and now he would come for me--his new owner. As I felt him rise closer and closer to release, as much as I wanted to watch his cock welcome my touch, I turned my firm gaze to his. As he came, he would know who would ever more control his pleasure, his pain--his every breath. As one of my hands brought him to release, the other plucked at his nipple, twisting just enough to brand into his memory who held the upper hand. His groan echoed through the room as his body bucked and responded, his semen flowing thick and white over my demanding hand. Finally, I smiled and released him. The handler held out a towel which I took from him. I continued to study the now bowed head of this proud winged creature. Handing the towel back to the handler I reached out a hand to clasp the jaw of my dark beauty's bowed head and lifted him to again look at me. We confronted each other, each taking the measure of the other for long spark-filled moments. And then he looked away. I smiled triumphantly. Yes, he belonged to me. No other would touch what now belonged in my special collection. It would not be long before he accepted my touch willingly, begging to give me pleasure, aching to receive it. I anticipated his training with joy. Dropping my hand, I turned to the handler, satisfied. "I'll take him. Have him delivered to my estate this afternoon. No one else is to touch him, there is not to be a mark on him, do you understand? If I find out otherwise, you will pay dearly." The handler nodded. "This afternoon. As you wish. Would you like to see any of the others, my lord?" I turned back to my new possession and smiled with satisfaction. "Not today. I have found exactly what I was looking for."
Orion Birdwalker
Kasheesh, Menagerie Senticle at Kalamadur Oasis
Captive to the charisma of a powerful master--and slave to his own unquenchable desire... Now available from Amber Allure. Read an excerpt from Captivity.
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