Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (read out loud books .TXT) 📕

his shaft sprang free, he replaced his fingers with it, sliding it slow,smooth, deep into his vixen’s welcoming cunt. They both groaned at the connection and he found a pleasing rhythm that matched the horse’s gait. He looked down between them, watching the eager way her body took  him, all of him, every hard inch, and longed to fuck her even deeper.

That was impossible,  but he  could  fuck her  more, in another way. Very easily. Heslid two fingers into the open fissure of  her ass and she cried out, “Oh master, yes!”

“Like that, do you?”

“So much.” Her voice was a mere  breath on the wind. “I even…”

“What, vixen? You what?”

“I even miss my tail.”

He felt the  words deep in his gut as he  continued the slow, firm fuck in both  openings.  “Miss being my filly,  do you?” he  said, more gratified than  he could have imagined.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I miss the way you  watch me when I walk about the room  wearing it. I miss the hot look in your eyes. When you look at me that way, the tail feels better and better, making me want to be filled there even fuller.”

Her words sizzled through his blood and for a moment, he feared he would come.  But he hissed in a deep breath and got hold of  himself, even as he slid his fingers deeply  in her anus, even as he resumed the slow drive of his cock. He leaned near to whisper

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low in her ear. “We shall remedy that, vixen, for your ass is  well stretched now, stretched enough for me to fuck you there.”

She looked over her shoulder, clearly stunned. “With your cock? You can fuck me  there with your cock?”

He couldn’t help kissing her, bringing his  mouth down hard on hers before moving  it back to her delicate ear. “Yes, wanton, with  my cock. That’s what  we’ve been working toward, stretching your ass, opening it for  me. My cock will stretch it even farther, but  you can take it now.”

Her eyes shone with heated wonder. “I would love that, master.”

“Then you shall love it  now,” he whispered and, withdrawing both fingers and shaft  from her, he  repositioned slightly  until the tip of his rod poked at her ass. Already, her  breath trembled with anticipation, so he didn’t hesitate—taking his wet cock in hand, he  pushed and guided it until he sank partway in.

“Oh Ares!” she cried, her eyes falling shut before him.

“Does it feel good?” Although he’d succeeded in teaching her that sometimes pain was an aid to sex, on this particular occasion, he wanted to bring her nothing but  pleasure. Intense, overwhelming pleasure.

Her answer was little more than a moan, but her nod told him what he needed to  know, and also urged him deeper into her, feeling the tight, tight walls of her anal passage hug him as it accepted his entry.

Ares, so tight, so snug—he could climax in a heartbeat if he desired. But he  didn’t desire it—he wanted to fuck her, wanted to make her feel it deep, make her scream, deliver her to an ecstasy so profound that she lost herself in it.

More than half of his length in her now, he drew back slightly, aroused by the  warm slide of cock against flesh, that welcoming, embracing flesh. When he drove  firmly back in, she cried out once more, her body prone against the horse now, arms wrapping about its thick withers, head pressed fully into the mane.

He drove again—slick, warm, tight—and she screamed with a joy he felt  shuddering through her body.

No more going slow, for he knew they both needed it faster now, harder. His  vixen’s ass was ready for him, ready for what he wanted  to give her, so he began to fuck her in earnest, both of  them moaning at each  plunge  into that once-tiny opening that  now took his giant cock  so amazingly well.

Charger’s gait increased—he didn’t  trot, but moved faster, driven by  their  moves. As Ralen wished, she was lost  in it—he could see it in her  face, hear it in her cries—and  Ares help him, he was lost, too. Pleasure  saturated him from head to toe, and thank  Ares the horse knew his way, for Ralen had  long since forgotten to  guide him. His hands curled around to massage her breasts through the thin fur that covered them as she lifted her ass to meet each thrust until she was moving faster, faster—and he realized only a second before she  screamed  that she was on the verge of coming from  rubbing her pussy against Charger’s back.

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The spasms moved through her body like an earthquake he could feel rumbling against his  thighs, hands, shaft. “Ah, Vixen,  you’re making me come, too!” he yelled,then let it go, his hot semen emptying deep  inside her perfect ass as the depth ofpleasure forced his eyes shut, shook his body  just as it had shaken hers, left  him weak and replete  with it in a way he’d never been before.

He lay warm against her back for a long  moment after the tremors had passed, then finally leaned to whisper playfully in  her ear, “I think Charger made you come.”

She turned to look in  time for him to catch her blush. “No, master, believe me when

I say it was all you.”

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That night, back in their chamber, Teesia  paraded about the room, her tail swaying proudly behind her, swishing against her ass.

Ralen lay on the bed on his side, propped  on one elbow, watching. Both were nakedand his cock stood at full attention, drawing Teesia’s eyes. She wanted him like never before.

Today, on the horse, their sex had been…something new, something so powerful she couldn’t have imagined it had she not experienced it. She’d known she  loved her big brute of  a husband before today, but she’d never felt such love  coming back  to her as she had when they’d climbed onto Charger together.

Now, the culmination of love and want  and raw, feral lust roared through her, somehow only strengthened