Sin: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Three)

by Raminar Dixon

  “No,” the voice was harsh and distorted, but it was unmistakably Grygor’s. “I can smell you. You are mine to have, mine to breed. You are ready.”

  His thighs pressed against hers, widening them almost painfully as she felt the head of his shaft press against her, seeking entrance. It slipped inch by inch into her, widening her entrance. He rocked against her, pushing in slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his invasion, until he reached the thin skin that separated her from being a woman. His head lowered to the juncture of her neck and shoulder and he bit down softly but firmly, holding her in place. With a hard thrust, he burst through, claiming her totally. She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

  Once he was in, he pumped against her rapidly, his hips slapping against hers, the sound filling the forest. Eventually her whimpers turned into cries of pleasure as he stroked against her sensitive flesh. The heavy sway of his ballsack swung and slid against her skin, hitting the nubbin and producing jolts of pleasure. Just as her cries reached their crescendo, her sheath squeezing tightly around his staff, milking it, he raised his head, roaring his orgasm to the canopy of the woods, dwindling off in a howl as he jerked and twitched inside her, sending thick, white ropes of his seed into her waiting womb. She could feel the neverending splashing on the walls of her womb as he slowly filled her with his juices. Minutes passed as he ground his hips against hers ensuring she received all he had to give, plugging her with his cock. She felt heavy, full, as if she had eaten a big meal, but she knew it was just the sheer volume of his cum weighing her down.

  Eventually, he slipped from her, and she felt the warm flood of their juices down her thighs. She stung between her legs, feeling a new mix of being empty and filled at the same time. He padded around the clearing, sniffing at the air before returning to her and pushing her down.

  “Sleep,” he growled, curling around her, covering her nude body with his. She felt the unfamiliar press of his manhood between the cleft of her buttocks and marveled at its size as she fell asleep.

  She awoke the next morning wrapped in the arms of the very naked huntsman and rolled in his arms to face him. As she met his warm, brown eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue filling her mouth. Without a word, he rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs and sliding unimpeded into her. She was still tender from their joining the night before, but his juices eased his entry. She felt each long, slow stroke and hissed in desire. Her nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest, and she raised her legs, wrapping them around his thighs. Her hips met his and together, they raced towards the end. He let out a very human shout, and dropped his head to her chest as, once again, he came inside her. She felt every twitch and jerk as he rocked against her, emptying every drop.

  They lay there silently, their hearts pounding as they gasped for breath. He pulled from her arms and stood over her. In the morning light, she could see the marks from the battle as well as marks she had left in their lovemaking. Her face flushed as she became aware of the scene she must present. He reached his hand down to her, his eyes never leaving her body.

  “I will take you to the stream to clean off, and then we go to my cabin,” he said gruffly, pulling her up.

  Rowan wrapped the cloak around her body, wondering how she would explain this to her parents. At the stream, the cold water stung the bruises and scratches, but most painful was the abused flesh between her thighs. She remained stoic as she bathed, washing the sticky evidence from her body. Watching the red-tinged water disappear, she realized she was no longer a virgin. Then she thought back on the words Grygor had uttered last night, and her hands flew to her belly. She threw a panicked glance at him. He had the grace to flush.

  “I don’t know,” he responded to her unasked question. “You smelled like you were in heat last night, but humans are not wolves. My seed may not take this time.”

  “This time?”

  “I will have you again, girl,” he growled. “I told you that you were mine.”

  “And do you want me pregnant,” she asked him, aghast.

  He shrugged. “That is what happens when creatures do what we do. Eventually, you will carry my whelp inside you.” His hand reached out, drawing a rough, calloused finger around her breast, before grasping it in his palm. She could feel an insistent push of his cock against her thigh. Evidently, the thought of her heavy with his child aroused him.

  “And what if it comes out all…furry?” She tried to escape his grasp but his hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her to him.

  “I am a hairy man,” he grinned at her. “No one will question it.” He lifted her up effortlessly in the water, pulling her legs around his waist. She cried out at the sting of his entry, but soon, was lost in a flush of feeling as he teased her little button, pulling him deeper inside as she tightened her thighs around him. With a moan, he emptied himself inside her again.

  He breathed in the scent of her hair as they stood in the water, “At this rate, girl, it will be sooner rather than later.”

  They finished bathing, and she cleaned the evidence of the night before from her cape. At his cabin, he gave her a pair of pants and a shirt from his youth. Even then, she had to tie a piece of rope around her waist and roll up the sleeves. They ate a quick meal of bread and meat in silence. She looked over the table at the man so many whispered about.

  “What about Granny,” she asked softly. Grygor set down his mug of water.

  “She is dead,” he sighed. “The creature attacking the flocks died with her.”

  “What about you?”

  “I am able to retain some control when I change. I will not attack the village or the flocks.” He picked up his mug again. “Now finish eating. I must speak with your father before night falls.”

  They walked back to her family’s cabin, his hand curled around her arm, holding her close. He delivered her into the house where her mother wailed over her as Grygor drew her father aside. Rowan explained away the clothes with a story about the creature attacking Granny’s house and chasing her through the forest.

  “Grygor saved me,” she said. She craned her head to peer through the door where the two men stood talking. Her father looked very somber at whatever story Grygor was relaying.

  When her father returned, his face was serious. Grygor followed behind, stillness radiating from him. Rowan felt a curl of nervousness.

  “The huntsman says you spent the night with him,” Father said. “I will not force you into a marriage, child. Your happiness is more than your reputation. What say you, Rowan?”

  Rowan knew that Grygor would take her, no matter what her father said, so it was best to make it easy. If she forced him to do so, no one would be happy, least of all herself. She wanted him, fur and all. Rowan beamed at the large man in the doorway, “I wish it, father. More than anything.”

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  The Photo Shoot

  By Emilia Steele

  I opened my eyes as the sun shone through the curtains, lighting up the room. I stretched with a yawn, looking for my hubby. It was the second day of our honeymoon, and we had booked a two-week vacation in a resort in Jamaica. It had always been my dream to visit the island, and here we finally were! We spent all day yesterday lounging by the pool, sipping margaritas, living the good life.

  We were in our late twenties, and after a few years of dating he asked me to marry him last winter when he surprised me with a weekend in Paris. It was perfect, and of course I said yes. Half a year later it was done
and dusted, and here we were.

  "Michael, where are you? Get back in bed!", I called out.

  "Hush baby, I'm making breakfast. It's past noon already, get outta bed!", he replied.

  "Ppffff", I protested, but I got out of bed regardless. It would be a waste to sleep all day in bed, when I could sleep all day in the sun at the beach. After a quick shower I walked into our living room wearing a bathrobe, where he had laid the table. He prepared my favorite: Waffles with plenty of syrup. "Aw baby, you're the best", I said and I gave him a kiss.

  He kissed me back, opening my robe and slipping his arms around my naked body. I nuzzled in close to him as I pressed my wet naked body against him. He pulled me in close, cupping my ass and grinding his crotch against mine. "Mmm, baby, what's gotten into you?", I asked coyly.

  "You look so good I could eat you right now", he said.

  "I'm not stopping you".

  "I'd love to, believe me, but I have a surprise for you today, so let's eat and get dressed", he said.

  "What? What are we doing?", I asked.

  "The surprise part means that I can't tell you right now, that's kind of, like.. the point", he said, being a smartass.

  "Fine, fine", I said, knowing that fishing for information was pointless. Michael loved to surprise me, and usually it was good so I was going to trust his judgment. "What do I have to wear though?"

  "Just pack a bikini and a nice dress, it's nothing fancy baby, just relax."

  We ate our breakfast in silence, and I could see from his smile that he really had something planned. I got dressed, wearing a baby blue bikini under my yellow dress.

  We walked to the beach, which was only a few minutes away from the cottage we were renting. "Okay, wait here, I'll be right back.", he said mysteriously. I made myself comfortable and started reading my novel as I waited for him to return.

  Fifteen minutes later I saw Michael walking back towards me, a handsome black man in tow. From the looks of it he was a native to the island. He was barefooted, wearing only shorts and a loosely fitted shirt, that revealed much of his broad muscular shoulders. Around his neck hung a camera.

  "Hi honey, this is Jamal. I met him on the beach earlier this morning, while you were still asleep. He's a photographer, specialized in glamour photography. I figured, we're here, why not take some souvenirs to remind us of this place. What do you think?"

  I was a bit taken back, though I could not deny I was interested. "Um, you sure about this? I mean.. yeah sure, why not, it's our honeymoon isn't it? But are you sure?", I asked.

  "Yeah, definitely, you know I'd like to have some nice photographs from you, and this is a good a moment as any."

  Jamal extended his hand to mine. When I shook it, he kissed the top of my hand. "Greetings, fair lady. You are even more beautiful than your husband spoke of. I am Jamal. Your husband asked me to capture your beauty, and I will do my best. We will only do poses you are completely comfortable with, this is for your pleasure, after all. Would you like to follow me to the shooting location?"

  I agreed. Why not? To admit, I did look at my best right now. I had been training and dieting my ass of for the past few months to look my absolute best in my wedding dress, with some success, if I do say so myself.

  I was a little hesitant about posing in front of a stranger, but my husband was with me, plus the fact that the stranger was tall, dark and handsome didn't hurt.

  The men took me to a patch of rocks close by, near the water line. Jamal instructed me in what poses to take, and I followed his instructions as best as I could. He started out with some normal poses of me standing or sitting, looking seductively into the camera.

  After a few minutes, my nerves faded away and I got more comfortable.

  "You're perfect, love", he said in his thick Jamaican accent. "Now, put both of your arms behind your head and jut out your chest. Yes, exactly like that. Now look at the camera, as hot as you can. Imagine the camera is your husband on your wedding night. Remember how hot you were for him, how much you wanted to show him that. Give me that look. Perfect!"

  As my mind drifted back to my wedding night I got hot. I bit my bottom lip, giving him the sexiest looks I could. I ran my hands down the back of my head, down my neck towards my stomach, pushing my tits together. "Perfect!", Jamal complemented me. At first I felt a bit silly, like I was pretending to be in a Rihanna video clip, but I soon got into it.

  My husband was also enjoying the view, from the looks of it. He had a big grin on his face, and started helping Jamal with poses. "Can you get on all fours on the sand baby, with your ass towards us? I'd like to see that shot", he asked. I got on my knees in the sand in front of the two men, with my back towards them. I pushed out my ass, arching my back. "Like this?" "Yeah, that's great. Now, pull down your bikini bottom a little bit."

  "What?" I asked, taken aback. "If you think I'm stripping naked on a public beach on front of a total stranger you have another thing coming!"

  "Nah just pull down the top a bit so we can see the crack of your ass coming into view. It's sexy baby! Besides, there's absolutely no one here, and this is just for us. Jamal is just helping out."

  I looked around and he was right: There was no one in sight, we were alone. And to be brutally honest, it was kind of hot to show off like this. "Okay", I resigned. "But only because you wanted this!" ,I said as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my bikini bottom and slowly tugged it down at the back. I could feel the sea breeze upon my exposed skin, and a jolt of electricity shot through me.

  I looked back, and I could see the two pairs of eyes fixated on my bum, Jamal snapping away on his camera and my husband staring, mouth agape. I gave my husband a cheeky smile as I pulled them down.. further.. and further.. he asked for it! I quickly pulled them down completely, flashing my naked ass at them before pulling it back. I wonder if Jamal got a shot of that!

  I turned around, laying down on my back, running my hands over my body as Jamal stood in front of me, photographing me crawling around in the sand like a cat in heat. I felt a fire starting to burn inside me, and I got bolder. One hand squeezed my tits, while I slid the other into my bikini bottom. I was soaked! From the tent Jamal was pitching I wasn't the only one feeling good. I stopped myself before I started to finger myself right there on the beach. "Can we take a break?", I asked, my cheeks flushed.

  "Excellent", Jamal said. "You are a natural. How would you like to go back to my house for refreshments? I have a studio there, we can continue the shoot there, with more privacy." "Perfect!", my husband claimed, "right honey?" I agreed, I could definitely use something to cool me down.

  We walked a few minutes down the beach, where Jamal had parked his Jeep. He took us on a short drive, along the coast line, to a beautiful mansion on a cliff, overlooking the bay. "Whoa, this is all yours?", I asked Jamal. "This is the Governors mansion, to be precise", he admitted, "but it is where I also have my studio. He is a close friend of mine. He is currently away on business, so there would be no one home, don't worry."

  Jamal fixed us both a drink, as I took a walk through the lavishly designed mansion. There were more rooms than I would know what to do with! I was afraid of getting lost, so I went back to the men. Jamal handed me a rum and coke, which I downed instantly.

  He fixed me another, and I was feeling no pain. The men made small talk about Jamal's business as he set up the lights in his studio. It was on one of the top floors, with windows on the sides, overlooking the bay. It was a beautiful sight. There was a bed in the middle of the room.

  I climbed unto it, and undid my top. I let it fall to the floor, cupping my breasts in my hands. "Shall we get started, gentlemen", I said in the most sensual way. I could see their eyes light up as Christmas lights. Jamal got close to me, snapping away, and I looked my husband in the eyes as I slowly removed my hands, exposing my naked breasts to another man than my husband for the first time.

  I could see the lust in his eyes, and I'm sure he must have seen it burning in my eyes as well
. I slowly squeezed both tits, teasing my nipples, before running my hands down my body, to my wet snatch, before sliding then back up again.

  "Would you mind if I applied some oil?", Jamal asked. "It really helps capture your natural beauty and eroticism." I looked at my husband, and he nodded. "Go ahead", I said. Jamal got some baby oil and he applied it to his hands. He started rubbing the oil into my neck, before moving down towards the sides of my breasts, and to my stomach. His strong hands felt amazing on my skin, soft and sexy. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning softly. He moved back up to my breasts, massaging the oil into me.

  Sensing we weren't about to object, he kept kneading my tits. The contrast of his black hands on my white skin was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. He stopped the pretense of massaging me and was straight up fondling me now, pulling at my nipples. My sex was burning.

  "Can I take of your bottom?", he whispered into my ear. I bit my bottom lip, nodding. His hands slid down my body, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistline of my bikini bottom. He pulled them down, ever so slowly, slowly letting my white married pussy slide into view.

  He took a step back and began photographing me again. I spread my legs, pulling my knees up to my chest, exposing as much of myself as possible. I could see my husband had his hands in his shorts, massaging his hard cock.

  "Is this what you wanted?", I asked him. "To see your wife completely exposed for a stranger?" He nodded. "You are so goddamn sexy", he said. "Come here", I said.

  He walked over to me, and in one motion I pulled down his shorts. His hard cock nearly hit me in the face as it sprung out. I grabbed it around the base, and slid the head into my mouth. I looked towards Jamal, getting this intimate moment on camera. I must look like a complete wanton whore, my panties around my ankles, one hand fingering my own wet twat as my other hand is wrapped around a big hard cock that I'm sucking off, while smiling into the camera.