Flesh and Fire (Book 2): Chained Desire (m/m/m/m/m)

By Abbey Kypner

With Christendom in turmoil two members of the clergy plot to restore the Church, and an incubus is at the heart of it. Chained and abused by Justicar Teodor, Azki's only freedom is through his memories of his sweaty, dirty deeds in the past. A tale of seduction and depravity, corruption and sin! Warning: Orgy ahead!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abbey Kypner
• Release date: Feb 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466145788

Abbey Kypner

Abbey Kypner has been writing since she was in grade school. In college she discovered adult fiction and found a love of story-based adult romances.

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Flesh and Fire (Book 2): Chained Desire

By Abbey Kypner

Cover Art by Pockyrum

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Chained Desire

A rhythmic slapping sound echoed through the barn.

Dry hay crunched in a tight-fisted grip. Splayed toes gouged long, shallow runnels in the packed earth. The farmboy shuddered as he was rutted, that stout cock pounding his ass with a steady and unyielding rhythm. His brow was furrowed. His teeth were clenched.

Tender lips slid along his shoulder, and he flinched as a nimble tongue licked the edge of his ear, That's it... you're taking it so well, kitten... his lover purred.

He could feel it then: the warmth bubbling inside him, the itch tickling the hard little nut deep in his body. His lover's cock was grinding against it, stirring the pleasure to life. It had hurt of course, and it still burned. Yet little by little the searing sensation ebbed away, melting into a comfortable heat that added to the tingle of wanton need.

The farmboy's shaft dangled between his legs, bouncing with each thrust. His liquid arousal had begun to bud at the tip, and once enough had built it had started to drip. The arcs his member