Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds (MFM)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters]
Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her biological parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her Hellhounds.
Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’s most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or will she return to her homeworld?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Barefoot Okie
Zin seized his exquisite witch’s haunches, lifting her high. Black blazes of lust consumed him as he stared at her moon-pale ass. Aiming his lava-hard cock, he plunged inside her sheath and straight to her core.
Her whispered scream of his name told him what he wanted to know. She wanted more of his binding essence. Buried inside her, he held her tight and spewed.
“Yes, oh yes!” she cried out.
Her slick sheath welcomed him, even as she squeezed his pillar-like length unmercifully. Convulsing with orgasmic rapture, her supple hips arched higher, and she sang moans.
Zol swept his hands along the lovely curves of her sides, caressing her petite body wherever he could reach. With their extreme pleasure mutual, he and Zol connected gazes briefly.
“Goddess, your Vesuvius cock feels good,” she praised. “I think I’m going orgasmically insane.”
Bathed in her sweetfire juices, Zin drew in her sexual force, what she as their one witch naturally surrendered to him. “Kandace, I feel your sacrament.”
“Sacrament.” She breathed out.
“You are our witch.” Zol softly growled. “Your precious energy fills us.”
“Goddess, I’m the one filled.”
Whimpering with the exultation of her release, she collapsed on Zol, her body gleaming and gorgeous. An indescribably sweet torrent of her orgasmic essence flooded Zin. He howled his own primal pleasure. His grip on her hips remained unrelenting as he ascended to Mt. Olympus heights.
“Kandace. My Kandy Apple.” Zin kept her tight against his loins, savoring the incomparable carnal feel of her ass.
“It’s begun,” Zol announced.
“Yes, the smell of irises in bloom.” Zin slitted his gaze enough to witness the purple mist forming around them.
“Irises,” she murmured. “The fragrance is divine.” Lifting her head, she rested her chin on Zol’s chest.
Tenderly, he embraced her head between his palms and raised her face, so their lips sealed in an enduring kiss that Zin felt as a rapturous zap of lightning straight up his shaft.
“Such temptress lips, darling.” Zol nibbled her bottom lip, and Zin surged with his twin’s enjoyment.
Opening his eyes slowly, Zin watched streams of purple swirl around Kandace, the flow in harmony with her supernatural force.
“Mmmm…now, I’m smelling violets. I feel all purply.”
“That means it’s my turn.” Zol nipped her pert nose with his lips, and Zin spun with his twin’s savage need to possess their witch.
“Oh, really. Zin’s monolith is still filling me.”
Relaxing his hold on her hips, Zin eased his cock from her sheath, still pulsing around him delightfully. He watched Zol sweep his palms down Kandace’s back, then seize her haunches.
“Purple passion.” Zol growled.
“Hard,” she whispered.
Kandace widened her thighs as Zol positioned her above his lava-black cock. Leaning back, Zin watched Kandace grip his twin’s shoulders and hold on. Zol thrust his hips sharply. His shaft, dripping with his molten flame, plunged through her small sex altar.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathily chanted. “Goddess, there is purple everywhere.”
Smoldering with Zol’s pleasure, Zin answered the question within her voice. “We are creating an etheric cauldron, combining our powers for use as a triad.”
“Oooh…I am bubbly and bubbling. It’s like lilac champagne.”
Around them, the various shades of purple intensified, a whirlwind of their power vibrations. Zin followed his emanations as their energy streams twisted like serpents, then whipped into a vortex, becoming three cyclones that fused and unfused in a constant, brewing dance.
“You’re tingling me divinely like champagne. I’m bubbling over, Kandy love.” Zol passionately stroked their witch’s curvaceous thighs.
“Oh, Zol, you are monolithic. Please—”
Before she finished, Zol slid her up his shaft. He struck deep, groaning from the depths of his beast nature.
Claiming her peach-shaped butt with his hands, Zin caressed as she mewed in utter ecstasy.
Zol nipped her throat, then planted kisses along the delicate column of her neck. “That is what you wanted, darling.”
“Yes, hard. That Vesuvius cock of yours is sorcery inside me.” Kandace undulated daintily, shoving her ass against Zin’s hands. “I can’t get enough of your kisses either.”
Zin gradually pressed his thumbs along her butt crack, then slid strokes on the juicy flesh.
“I must be binding. Both of you, I want both of you. Zol, Zin.” She paused, inhaling as if she didn’t quite believe it. “Oooh, now I smell the purple…like a field of lavender.”
“Both of us?” Zin rasped his own need for more of their witch. He rubbed his thumb pad over the puckered rim of her little butthole, enticing her.