Maithe's Surrender (MM)

Devil Enchained 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 41,412
8 Ratings (4.1)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, demons, sex toys, HEA]

Maithe is a halfling demon whose kind has been forced into servitude by the human race. In his quest for freedom, he finds the human prince Astle Hadean standing in his way. The prince isn't exactly what he appears to be, and Maithe can't decide if he should trust the intoxicating devil or run the other way as fast as he possibly can.

Maithe finds it hard to deny the power that the human has over him. He can hardly breathe around the prince, and Astle seems to become more irresistible with every passing moment. Should he stick around to figure out what he is feeling for Astle, or should he bide his time until he can be free of the prince? The choice is taken away from him when Astle's life comes in jeopardy and Maithe must risk it all to save a member of the very race that binds him in chains.

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Maithe's Surrender (MM)
8 Ratings (4.1)

Maithe's Surrender (MM)

Devil Enchained 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 41,412
8 Ratings (4.1)
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This was a great book. I found it to be a really interesting plot and very well written.Am looking forward to another book written by this author.
Jan
The opening of this book really sucks you in, I could not put it down! The author does a great job with all of the characters, and at the end leaves you wanting more.
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4.5 HEARTS: "Okay, so I have never heard of this author before and I have looked to see if they have published anything else, but I couldn’t find anything… which really surprised me, as the quality of writing was brilliant Maithe is a Halfling, part demon/part human, he has been trained for years to serve humans, but he has no intention of giving up his freedom… until he meets Astle. Astle has set his sights on having Maithe as his and Maithe doesn’t put up too much of a fight, until someone comes after Astle and then all bets are off. This is an incredibly detailed, slightly enthralling novella that is rich in world building and is a joy to read. Maithe is malicious, holds humans in contempt and sneers at those who want to become bound to a human, and he has no intention of becoming bound and dreams of freedom. Astle is a prince of Rausol and wants Maithe. He sets out to master him, but the choice is forced when Astle is attacked and Maithe must come to his rescue, which leads to events that just might break them all. This book was great, right from the start. We are introduced to the life on Terra in vivid detail as a guard is riding through the streets, she comes upon a beggar telling a story and she stays to listen, and this is where we are told the story of Terra, Gods, humans and demons, and how the Halflings came to be. This story was woven brilliantly; it is full of detail throughout, so you can picture in your mind the actions as the story unfolds. The characters are wonderful and are fleshed out quite well, but Maithe is the main focus as it’s mainly from his POV, I would have liked to have gotten inside Astle’s head as well but I can’t complain. This book has quite a lot of sensuality to it, even when there is no sex it lingers in the background, teasing our senses, and lulling us into feeling secure about what to expect from the sex and then bam!! We have an explosion of passion that is more like a frenzy, as they both clash together, biting, kissing and sucking and trying to take what they want. The storyline is great, the action brilliant and yes some danger as well. There is a surprise as well for Maithe that he learns about his lover during an intimate moment. So all in all an enjoyable book that I will recommend to those who love fantasy, hot explosive sex, danger, unexpected surprises and a happy ending." -- Pixie, MM Good Book Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

It wouldn’t be long now until they were there. The chatter had died down in an urgent crescendo of anxiety. The fear and nervousness was nearly palpable in the very air around Maithe. What would become of them, these demons that were slaves to the humans who had slain their forefathers? Many of the youth and the children of their kind had hopes and dreams for their future. It was a future that so few were privileged to have. Here in Solindira, they could almost live as free men and women. They were allowed to have lovers, though they could not refer to one another as having familial relations. They would be allowed to give their consent to a bonding. Even the ceremony had been changed from the horrid display that it was once, and still remains, in Rausol.

When the doors were thrust apart and the halflings stepped out, they were delivered to the very steps of the palace. Elegant doors of ornate bronze were pinned open by towering statues of Helion and Daegus, the patrons of the city. Within the walls, hundreds of humans were housed, each as eager as the next to get their hands upon the halflings that would soon be available for the picking. All of the humans had gathered in the banquet hall, the plates and dishes cleared, though the wine still poured freely. Platters of fruits, breads, and cheese lined the middle of the tables for the festivities that were sure to continue well into the dawn. 

From behind a crimson curtain at the side of the king’s throne, he could hear the brave Periure giving a speech to the people that held his court. With cool determination, he listened to what the king had to say to his flock.

The king called and incited the cries of his people, “Tonight is the celebration of Night’s Dawn!” The crowd clapped and hurrahed loudly.

“The Sightless Spire has made well on its promise of raising the halflings with the decency and morals of men. We, too, should make well on our promise to them. These are creatures with feeling, emotion, and love to offer you. I call to you, faithful people of Solindira, that you harken in a dawn of a new era with me—an era in which these creatures, cursed by our own hand, will no longer live in suffering and fear. Let us show the way to a better Terra!”

With the cries and applause of the people, the halflings were thrust into the dim lighting of the banquet hall. They were forced to go in groupings of rank. The most populated one was that for common nobility, which held all sorts of the colorfully dressed halflings. One by one they were forced into the hall to walk amongst the aisles until they came to stand upon the opposite side. The tables were hearty and easily fifteen feet long with as many humans as they could hold lining each side. Hundreds of hungry eyes fell upon them, devouring each and every halfling that there was to be seen. The muted whispers could be heard, each judging the halflings. One by one, they continued this tradition, being put on display for any that would have them. Maithe found the act as hollow as the king’s still-degrading words.

Maithe remained until it was time for his class to be released, a class in which he was the solitary member. There were not many that were so gifted to be allowed to be owned by royalty. It would be Maithe’s position to defend and wage war for his human. As the possession of a royal person, he would also be a tool to be used to accomplish whatever his human would want. Though, they were considered to be the hardest of the halflings to control. The common rumor was that the more gifts a halfling was blessed with, the closer it was to its ancestors. The seemingly deviant little cherub knew it would be a long while until anyone stepped up to the challenge of his ownership.

 When it was his time to go, he walked out into the light without the slightest hesitation. His head was held high, and an obvious silence fell across the rows of people. As if he were the soul of everything they feared, their eyes turned to Maithe and looked on with trembling delight.

Let them look. Let them look at the face of what they fear most.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“You sound so sure that you would be able to handle me, Astle. Will you know what to do with me if you have me?”

Tickling over ribs as he went, the prince’s gloved hand ran about the smooth plane of Maithe’s side. His touch circled back to the small of his back so that he could press the smaller form of the halfling down against him. Maithe released a groan of desire that somehow slipped unwillingly past his lips. His thin body was getting a mind of its own. While his intellect screamed for him to get away from this human, his body was begging to be taken by Astle.

“Let me show you,” Astle murmured just before the gap between their mouths was eradicated.

There was no stopping what was about to happen. Maithe had never been able to stave off his desires. Astle had opened a voracious chasm within him that would only be sated by the prince that lay beneath of him. Maithe felt his grip on what little sanity he possessed slipping between his fingers. Just as when more nefarious longings beckoned, Maithe held off until the last possible moment. It was clear now that he was explicitly trapped in the clutches of Astle. There would be no easy escape from the human.

Astle’s fingers wrapped about the thin chain holding his loin cloth in place about the slender swell of feminine hips. The chain was yanked off with little hesitation by the vicious prince in a fluid motion that was sure to leave a bruising impression in the small halfling’s tender flesh. Sooner than he thought possible, Maithe’s body was bared to Astle. Maithe knew that his smooth porcelain flesh was molded about lithe muscle and slightly effeminate curves. Since early adolescence the mixture of lean muscles and plump hips had often been called enough to drive any man wild.

Beneath the prince’s hands, a salacious side of Maithe was given life. A soft, crooning groan rushed against the meshed tangle of hungry mouths. Astle didn’t waste time in exploring the hellion’s body. The prince’s hands started at the slender form of his sides and moved their way downward to the curve of his bottom. A loud smack rang into the room as the prince brought his hand crashing down onto the hellion’s pale cheek. Maithe jerked in response to the pain blossoming across silk flesh. He could feel that his milky complexion was going to be stained with a pink imprint that just so happened to outline the shape of the prince’s hand.

Maithe released a hungry growl. He needed to feel Astle’s bare body against his own. The little angel set to work on removing the elder’s clothing. The prince’s jacket was pushed off his shoulders and idly tossed to the ground. Fingers ripped at his vest and the expensive shirt underneath of it. Buttons were sent whizzing to the front as inhuman strength ripped open the front of the man’s shirt.

Needy fingers explored the washboard surface of Astle’s chest and abdomen. The man was cut as if he had been born into a life of military duty. His skin was the color of warm caramel, a shade that wasn’t so easily found in Solindira. Everything about the prince called to Maithe, begging him to become more entwined within him. Astle released a delightful groan as the hellion’s deft fingers kneaded over the hard form of his cock through the soft material of his trousers.

Astle hustled to pop open the few buttons that were painfully restricting his erection from freedom. Once the last button was popped, his thick phallus slipped from the material and sprung into the halfling’s line of sight. Astle was well blessed with a cock that adequately fit his strong frame. What was more impressive than the length of the prince’s shaft was its thick girth. His thin fingers confidently curled around the rock-hard flesh. Pressure was applied by Maithe’s strong grip. More teasing than the tight heat wrapped about Astle’s cock was the slow and languid strokes the little angel used to torment the other.

Maithe didn’t take long to savor the sight and feel of Astle’s thick cock. It looked like the prince wouldn’t have allowed the continuance of such teasing for much longer. Instead, he slid his body downward so that the tip of Astle’s leaking member might brush against the untainted entrance of his body. Pre-cum helped aid the wet sliding motion of his tip rubbing back and forth along the deep valley of the hellion’s backside. Maithe was set on what he wanted, and there was no deterring him from taking it at this point. Astle didn’t appear to mind from the looks of it. Their gazes were locked, affixed on one another for a mere moment before their lips returned to one another.

Astle’s teeth nipped at the hellion’s fragile bottom lip and saw to ripping open a soft patch of flesh. Blood oozed from the wound only to die upon the prince’s tongue. Astle appeared to have a taste for the coppery crimson liquid from the sound of the ravenous groan that he released. The taste of blood excited Maithe. It always had. He couldn’t help the urge to return the favor. His vicious teeth ripped into the human’s bottom lip in what was likely to result in a scarring mark. Blood burst into his mouth with such an invigorating potency.

As if in payment for his suffering, Maithe slid his body downward and slowly forced the thick girth of Astle’s tip past the tight ring of muscles that guarded the heated depths of his body. The smaller hellion gasped as he felt the thick cock sliding up into him. It was the first time that another had been given the privilege of taking his body. In truth, it was the first time that a single person had laid eyes on his undressed form in many years.

The crown prince released a hearty groan as Maithe gasped out into the warm still of the room. His whole body was trembling. Astle wrapped his arms about the hellion to steady him and draw him in closer at the same time. The horned hellion’s head fell back as eyes lulled to the back of his skull. His body lowered until the entirety of Astle’s cock was jammed into the tight confines of his body. It was then that the prince would take control of the show.

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