Tinnean

Many obstacles stand in the way of baronet’s son Warrick Synclaire being with his best friend, Thomas Smythe. Same-sex love is illegal in early 20th Century England, and Warrick is heading for Canada while Thomas is destined for the military college at Sandhurst. Warrick isn't sure he can bear the separation. However, the day before Warwick leaves, Thomas persuades him to see a fortune teller. The old gypsy woman’s warnings fail to scare Warwick, but another gypsy, Nicolae, by turns intrigues, arouses, and terrifies him. That night, Nicolae breaks into Warwick’s bedchamber, bedding then biting him. Warwick, unable to process the encounter, convinces himself it was just a bad dream and sails off to Canada to start a new life. In Canada, Warrick renews his acquaintance with Fox Sullivan, who he first met during the war. Soon the two become lovers, but for Warwick, the relationship is purely physical. Thomas still owns his heart. When he can stand their separation no longer, Warrick returns to his ancestral home in Kent, determined to reunite with Thomas, who now has a lover of his own. But the encounter with Nicolae years earlier changed Warwick considerably. Every full moon he turns into a ravenous creature, which seems able to rule Warwick’s life even during the daytime. Determined to win over Warrick, Fox sells his medical practice and sails to England. But is he too late to save the man he loves?

Destiny's End

Now all I needed was the ointment that was guaranteed to leave the user of the phallus in thrall to me. Once both items were placed in the small cedar chest, I would see that Thomas got them.


Just as I had, he would be unable to resist covering that sleek black onyx with the ointment and using it to thoroughly plough his back passage.


And then Thomas would be mine, as he always should have been, as I was certain he had been destined to be, no matter what the gypsy, Syeira, snivelled.


For an extremely short amount of time I considered the man with whom Thomas was living, then dismissed him as unimportant.


My skin felt hot and flushed, and my cock was hard and oozing as I imagined Thomas on his hands and knees. I lay on my bed and stroked my shaft languorously. I contemplated using the dildo myself, but then I set aside that desire. I’d wait until I had Thomas under me. My climax would be all the more powerful, my subjugation of him all the sweeter for the delay.


Chapter 85