As enchanted roughneck Peregrine Varga opens himself both physically and spiritually to the well-endowed Brother Mateus of the mysterious Temple Bratuns, his troubled past with Hangiri Industries handsome and unscrupulous executive clone Lèandre Anandi Bruhn is brought to light. Will illuminating the heartbreaking memories of his time in Lèandre’s control free Peregrine from Finn’s curse or will Iker Macauley lose his best friend with benefits to the erotic shadows of lusty entanglements from the dark past?
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“Sim, meu caro amigo,” Brother Mateus sympathized. “I know
it is tempting to keep these bittersweet memories in the shadows. But when
exposed to the light, they lose their power. You are among friends now. We will
not allow you to be consumed by your darkness. Tell us, please, of this loving
and lustful memory with your Master Lèandre.”
The temple, the monks, and even the incomparable sensations
of Brother Mateus’ immense cock probing his tender tunnel faded away as
Peregrine allowed himself to recall an impossibly romantic afternoon with the
man that he once thought he’d spend his life with.
“Ma belle Peregrine!” Lèandre called as he entered the
mansion. “Your most ardent admirer is here at your service, and he has brought
you flowers.”
“Master Lèandre, they’re beautiful!” Peregrine praised. “The
scent is a delight to my senses! What are these ones called again? I am afraid
that botany is not one of my strengths.”
“They are called roses, mon amour,” Lèandre replied. “They
are beautiful, yes, but their beauty pales in comparison to your heavenly face.
Simeon, be a love and put these flowers in a vase. One of the good vases, mind.
Do not insult the divine Peregrine by placing them in one of those terribly
kitschy items given to me by that ridiculous blood-born nephew of Bone’s. Young
Radoslav is dying to fuck me, you know. I’d allow him the pleasure, but he’s a
bit…how do I put this kindly? Oh, to hell with it, sometimes forthrightness is
best. He’s whiny and clingy.”
“Why do you keep his gifts, Master?” Peregrine inquired, his
voice trembling as Lèandre caressed his cock through his trousers.
“Because it brings him joy to give them to me,” Lèandre
replied with a shrug. “Ma belle Peregrine, I am not a brute. Perhaps one day we
could fuck him together. Give him a thrill so his efforts aren’t all in vain,
you know. I would have to talk to Bone first, suggest that he has a little
chat with his nephew, make the young fellow understand that a good fuck is not
a promise of forever. He’s a nice enough chap, Radoslav, but a bit dull. Not
like you, mon tendre. The light from your brilliant soul shines like the
brightest star in the night sky.”
Peregrine wished he and Lèandre could remain forever in the
strawberry-flavored kiss that followed his lustful words.
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Love (and lust) are both powerful memory makers. Sometimes too powerful.
ReplyDeleteWhich is why I avoid both in real life and leave that mess to my characters. Fortunately, I have the libido of a car with four flat tires and a busted motor. This car will flat-out murder anyone who tries to repair it, which is how I feel about getting involved in romantic or sexual relationships. Been there, done that, no need to do it again. It never ends well.
DeleteNow you have me wondering what happened to make this into a traumatic memory.
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining the hop!
The truth is out there. Or, in this case, in the book!
DeleteKind of hints at the steaminess to come...pun intended!
ReplyDeleteI always appreciate a good pun.
DeleteI appreciate a bad pun even more!
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