Since I’m at the beach right now *g* I’m leaving y’all with a hot excerpt from Dragon’s Kiss, my short story which was released from Samhain Publishing this past Friday. It’s the first book in a new, futuristic series titled Mother Earth. Enjoy :D
© Copyright 2009 Ally Blue
In a future ruled by superstition and fear, wanting the wrong man can be deadly.
(A Mother Earth story.)
The rules governing a Pack-Brother’s existence are simple. Love your Brothers. Protect each other and your Tribe with your life. Seek sex only within the bonds of Brotherhood, or your life is forfeit. The laws are harsh, but fair. Or so Bear has always thought. Then he and his Brother Lynx capture a stranger in the Carwin Tribe’s outlying lands—Dragon, a Brother from a distant Pack, banished from his Tribe for the crime of challenging things he shouldn’t.
Dragon intrigues Bear from the start, and not just because of his exotic beauty. Interest in the decadent old world is discouraged in this post-Change society. Dragon is the first person Bear’s ever known, other than himself, who’s curious about the vanished past. That kinship sparks a forbidden attraction between them. An attraction which is, if they give in to it, punishable by death.
In the space of a day, everything Bear was raised to believe is called into question, and he must make a life-changing decision—follow the law, or follow his heart.
This story was previously available, but has been expanded and re-edited for Samhain Publishing.
(Warning: This book contains ropes, oil, primitive post-apocalyptic cultures and gay sex in the dirt.)
Dragon cast a hopeful look over his shoulder as Bear took the goat’s milk soap out of its bag and dipped it in the water. “Would you wash my hair?”
“Sure.” Bear worked a froth of creamy lather between his hands, then dropped the soap back in the bag. He dug his soapy fingers into Dragon’s thick hair, working through the tangles as gently as he could. “Wow. I wish I had a comb. This is kind of a mess.”
Dragon laughed. “Tell me about it. That’s what sleeping on the ground for a few days’ll do for you.”
Silence fell. Bear rubbed his fingers in little circles on Dragon’s scalp. The thick white lather swiftly turned black with grime. He scooped a few handfuls of water onto Dragon’s head, pulled the soap out again and rubbed the bar directly into the man’s hair.
Dragon hummed and leaned into Bear’s touch as he worked his way through the waist-length tresses, careful not to dislodge the bits of colored cloth and leather. “Mother, does that ever feel good. The itching’s been driving me crazy.”
“Mm.” Bear shoved the soap back into its bag. “Kneel down. I’ll rinse the soap out.”
Dragon sank to his knees. Kneeling beside him, Bear put one hand behind Dragon’s back. “Lean back. I’ve got you.”
Dragon’s pale eyes rolled up to meet Bear’s. He arched backward until only his face remained above the water’s surface. His hair streamed out behind him, trailing swirls of dirty suds into the water. Bear combed his free hand through Dragon’s hair until the water ran clear. With the dirt gone, the dappled sunlight coaxed glints of red and gold from the floating strands.
“Beautiful,” Bear murmured.
If Dragon heard, he didn’t let on. Bear was grateful for that.
When the last of the soap had been rinsed away, Bear lifted Dragon’s head out of the water. “There. That’s got it.”
“Thank you.” Dragon smiled. “It’s nice to feel clean again.”
“I still have to wash the rest of you,” Bear reminded him. “Stand up, and I’ll get your legs.”
With Bear’s hand on his elbow to balance him, Dragon clambered to his feet and stood gazing expectantly down at Bear. His gray eyes were dark and heavy, his stiff cock bobbing just below the water’s surface. Bear could smell his lust.
Bear looked around as he took out the soap and began scrubbing Dragon’s legs underwater. Above him, the willow branches swayed and murmured in the breeze. The fields were alive with the sounds of insects and birds. Two squirrels raced in spirals around the willow’s trunk, claws scrabbling on the bark. There was no trace of human sound or scent, not even Lynx. Bear knew exactly how far upstream Lynx would need to go, and about how long it would take him.
There’s time, the breeze and the river seemed to whisper. No one needs to know.
“Oh,” Dragon gasped, bringing Bear abruptly out of his thoughts. He glanced up, heart pounding. Dragon’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth open.
Oh Mother. Bear looked down, even though he knew what he would see. He could feel it. And there it was, his hand wrapped around Dragon’s rigid shaft, stroking him with a practiced touch. Dragon’s hips moved in tiny pulses, thrusting his prick into Bear’s palm. He moaned, the sound low and rough, and the last of Bear’s resistance fell away.
Letting Dragon’s shaft slip out of his hand and ignoring the resulting whimper of protest, Bear laid his hands on Dragon’s hipbones. “Turn around.”
Dragon did as Bear said, kicking up a cloud of silt as he shuffled his feet. He craned his neck to give Bear a questioning look. “Bear?”
“It’s okay.” Bear rubbed the soap between his hands, working up a lather, then nudged the dwindling bar against Dragon’s bound wrists. “Hold this.”
Dragon obediently closed a hand around the soap. “Bear, no, you shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t what?” Plunging his hands into the water, Bear planted his slick palms on Dragon’s taut little ass before the soap could wash away. He began kneading the muscles with his fingers, working in slow circles. “I’m just bathing you. That’s all.”
“But it’s against the law to…” Dragon’s words slid into a sharp cry when Bear’s thumb brushed his hole. “Oh! Bear, please…”
Panting now, Bear pressed his thumb against Dragon’s entrance. The muscles loosened, opening easily, and Bear’s thumb slid right in. Dragon was hot and silky inside, and so tight Bear could feel his own pulse where the ring of muscle gripped him. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Dragon’s back, fighting the urge to spread those taut cheeks wide and plunge his tongue into the dark secret place between them.
“Let me fuck you,” Bear said, his voice hoarse and tight.
A violent shudder ran through Dragon’s body. The heady scent of desire poured from him, making Bear’s prick ache with the need to be inside him.
“They’ll find out,” Dragon whispered. “They’ll kill you.”
“No one’s here but us.” Pulling his thumb out of Dragon’s ass, Bear rose to his feet. He took the bar of soap and began washing Dragon’s chest and stomach. “Lynx won’t be back for at least twenty minutes. We have time. No one needs to know.”
Dragon leaned against Bear’s chest, shaking all over. Bear closed his soap-slick fist around Dragon’s cock, sliding up and down the shaft, and felt the change in Dragon’s body as he gave in to his need.
“Untie me,” Dragon gasped.
Written by Ally Blue
Ally is a rich and famous author of hot gay manlove. She travels the world in her private jet, being waited on hand and foot by her team of pretty young men who bring her umbrella drinks and make out for her pleasure . . . Okay, so that's her dream life. Her novels of Manlove & Angst are mostly written in her living room, in between working at the Evil Day Job and doing Mom Stuff. Oh, the glamorous life of an author!
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