| Author: | Francis Ashe | ISBN: | 1230000006069 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe | Publication: | July 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Francis Ashe |
| ISBN: | 1230000006069 |
| Publisher: | Francis Ashe |
| Publication: | July 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Jeremy Mathis recently finished his medical degree and went to work in the Bolivian jungle, helping the rural poor and those victimized by the cartels. One day as he is going between jungle towns, he is kidnapped by the cartel and held hostage. He is saved by a crack team of Army Rangers - turned mercenaries. Soon, he discovers that the group has a secret that only comes out under the full moon...
Warning: This 4,216 word explicit erotic short contains werewolves, a hungry, debauched gangbang, explicit oral and anal sex, DP, DA, rough sex play and a whole lot of orgasms!
Excerpt:
He was right. I had already guessed what he was about to tell me.
“Mercenaries, or well, we prefer to be called ‘contract workers’ even though everyone knows what that really means.” I nodded, finding it much easier to swallow a rescue-by-mercenaries than I thought it would have been. “You probably figured that we were military, and we were. Every one of us was a Ranger in the U.S. Army, but some... things... changed. On assignment out here for some black ops business a few years ago, we came across something that isn’t supposed to exist. But, I’d better stop there. A lot of the guys are sensitive about the whole mess.”
Regardless of who they were, I owed my life to these guys. My little experience with the cartel meant a pile of paperwork for the administration, so I was stuck out here until things got ironed out. The longer I was with this troop of mercenaries, something else began to happen. I wanted them. These were real man’s men. Like I said, they were all well-built and strong, but more than that, they had decency. Good guys, all of them. I couldn’t fathom what had made this obviously very elite bunch of troops abandon their posts and go mercenary. Just didn’t make sense. Bolton especially, was a dyed-in-the-wool military man. Whatever it was, I realized, must be huge.
The dreams started soon. I began nightly to fantasize about them, all six of them, having their way with me. I was never much one for crazy sex dreams, so either I was really, really horny, or somehow the trauma I’d been through made me want to please these men somehow. In any case, the dreams kept getting hotter and more debauched. At first I dreamt of just sexy encounters with Bolton, but eventually the rest of the troop showed up. I knew none of this would ever actually happen. I mean, it couldn’t happen. These were military men, all just doing their job.
A week after I was taken back to camp, I figured out I was wrong.
Jeremy Mathis recently finished his medical degree and went to work in the Bolivian jungle, helping the rural poor and those victimized by the cartels. One day as he is going between jungle towns, he is kidnapped by the cartel and held hostage. He is saved by a crack team of Army Rangers - turned mercenaries. Soon, he discovers that the group has a secret that only comes out under the full moon...
Warning: This 4,216 word explicit erotic short contains werewolves, a hungry, debauched gangbang, explicit oral and anal sex, DP, DA, rough sex play and a whole lot of orgasms!
Excerpt:
He was right. I had already guessed what he was about to tell me.
“Mercenaries, or well, we prefer to be called ‘contract workers’ even though everyone knows what that really means.” I nodded, finding it much easier to swallow a rescue-by-mercenaries than I thought it would have been. “You probably figured that we were military, and we were. Every one of us was a Ranger in the U.S. Army, but some... things... changed. On assignment out here for some black ops business a few years ago, we came across something that isn’t supposed to exist. But, I’d better stop there. A lot of the guys are sensitive about the whole mess.”
Regardless of who they were, I owed my life to these guys. My little experience with the cartel meant a pile of paperwork for the administration, so I was stuck out here until things got ironed out. The longer I was with this troop of mercenaries, something else began to happen. I wanted them. These were real man’s men. Like I said, they were all well-built and strong, but more than that, they had decency. Good guys, all of them. I couldn’t fathom what had made this obviously very elite bunch of troops abandon their posts and go mercenary. Just didn’t make sense. Bolton especially, was a dyed-in-the-wool military man. Whatever it was, I realized, must be huge.
The dreams started soon. I began nightly to fantasize about them, all six of them, having their way with me. I was never much one for crazy sex dreams, so either I was really, really horny, or somehow the trauma I’d been through made me want to please these men somehow. In any case, the dreams kept getting hotter and more debauched. At first I dreamt of just sexy encounters with Bolton, but eventually the rest of the troop showed up. I knew none of this would ever actually happen. I mean, it couldn’t happen. These were military men, all just doing their job.
A week after I was taken back to camp, I figured out I was wrong.
