Across the gray ocean lies a New World…
Indentured servant boy, Isaac, has accompanied his master, Lord Blaydon, across the cold Atlantic Ocean to where the New World awaits them both.
Lord Blaydon’s mansion continues to grow, only partially disrupting the quiet lives of the group in their new cabin. Wolf-Isaac roams the forest by night, running with his peers and his lover Etu.
When Isaac receives news that his sisters have embarked on a ship to join him, he’s cheered, but immediately learns that his past has caught up with him, in the guise of Captain Haversham.
Reader Advisory: A Paranormal Romantic Suspense story describing young men who are seduced by older and more experienced lovers in 18th-century America.
May contain nudity and scenes of an outdoor nature.
PUBLISHER NOTE: M/M and M/M/M encounters. 29,000 words. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
I reached down, and Etu’s thick length warmed my hand. Before long, it was fully hard, and I stroked him gently, then sank onto my back and slid under him until my head was beneath his belly. When I took him into my mouth, my reward was a soft groan and a languid shifting of his hips. To have my lips around his hard length and to feel it on my tongue was deeply satisfying. I moved my head slowly back and forward, stroking his smooth crown with my lips and tongue.
“Uhmizac…” he whispered. “Beloved…”
“Mm?”
“Feel… good.” Abruptly, his back arched, almost pulling the crown from my mouth. Warm cream erupted against my cheek and tongue, rushing into my mouth to delight me. I used my hand to squeeze him dry, and without swallowing anything, I squirmed out from beneath him and then knelt behind his unguarded buttocks. A thick stream of white trickled from my lips to land in his cleft, trickling down across his tight hole. I shuffled closer and pressed my smooth and slippery crown into place, receiving nary a complaint from him. I pushed some more. The crown slid inside, and Etu groaned quietly, rolling his head around.
“Happy, beloved?” I asked him. He nodded, moaning instead of speaking when another inch of hardness filled his body. I withdrew briefly so that more of his trickling cream could coat my shaft, then slid deeper, pushing gently until my loins pressed against his hard cheeks.
“Yes, Uhmizac. Yes.”
“I love you, dear Etu.” I gripped his waist gently and began moving back and forth, filling him over and over. Each time I slid deep, it forced a long groan from his throat, along with a whimper. His hands curled into tight fists, and his head bobbed as if his neck was a long and windblown branch.
“Yes, beloved,” he whispered. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“My dear, sweet Etu,” I murmured. “So warm, so tight.” I closed my eyes to better experience the wonderful sensation of coupling. I grew more aware of my quickened breathing, my hammering heart, and of the heat washing through my body. Joined as I was to Etu by the length of hard flesh, I became one with him, and I knew I could never love another with such raw intensity.
“My forever love,” I murmured. “My only love.”
“It’s so sweet to hear you say that,” a woman said from nearby. My eyes snapped open, and I froze mid-stroke to see my older sister smiling at us.
“You… shouldn’t be here!” I stammered. My shock at having been caught in such an intimate position caused an instant loss of hardness.
When my face burned with humiliation, she cocked her head and gazed at our joined bodies. “I always suspected that you preferred men, Isaac. I’m glad you finally came to terms with who you really are.” With my softening prick still buried inside Etu, she came to my side, kissed my cheek, and skipped off into the forest.
“I’m so sorry, Etu.” I lay along his back and kissed his shoulder. “She shouldn’t have seen us like this.”
“I am not worried, Uhmizac.” He turned his head and kissed me with difficulty. “Nothing can end our love.”
“Except my sister.” I withdrew my soft length from him and we lay together in the warm sun.
