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Gardenne-Sur-Seine is an unlucky village. A monster known only as The Beast stalks the village by night, leaving bodies and widows in its path. Marius Lemarque, the village stone mason, has lost his family and his lover to this terror, and is determined to learn what The Beast is before he kills it himself.
Guillaume Bissette, the King’s Master of Hunt, also wants to find and kill The Beast. The King would like the head for his trophy room, and fulfilling the King’s wish will strengthen Guillaume’s position at court.
But when Marius and Guillaume join forces to save Gardenne-Sur-Seine from The Beast, they quickly find themselves entangled in a hunt that neither could have imagined, embroiled in a secret neither can disclose, and engulfed by a passion neither expected.
Guillaume Bissette, the King’s Master of Hunt, also wants to find and kill The Beast. The King would like the head for his trophy room, and fulfilling the King’s wish will strengthen Guillaume’s position at court.
But when Marius and Guillaume join forces to save Gardenne-Sur-Seine from The Beast, they quickly find themselves entangled in a hunt that neither could have imagined, embroiled in a secret neither can disclose, and engulfed by a passion neither expected.
Excerpt
But this was not the Kingswood or a house of ill repute by the docks. This was not the castle.
There was wildness in Gardenne-Sur-Seine.
Wildness that Marius shared, and wildness that was overcoming Guillaume. He felt the soft slide of skin moving through his hand as Marius began to move his hips and up and down. Guillaume turned his face from the fire and watched the motion of Marius’s thick, bronze and blush cock through his own fingers, and the ripple of Marius’s stomach muscles beyond. The slide of Marius’s cock through his fingers was soft, and enticing. Guillaume could not tear his gaze away.
Marius’s hands came suddenly into Guillaume’s view, reaching for his face. The stonemason’s hips stilled as his palms grazed across Guillaume’s face. His fingers slid into the hair at the nape of Guillaume’s neck. Guillaume sighed at the tenderness of the touch, and he did nothing to resist as Marius’s fingers tightened in his hair, and the stonemason dragged the Master of Hunt’s face into his groin. Instinct and desire parted Guillaume’s lips, and Marius’s cock slid into Guillaume’s mouth as easily as a knife would slide into a sheath.
Guillaume had never done this before. He’d seen it plenty of times, from a few feet away as whores did it to him, but he’d never actually been on his knees, with another man’s cock in his mouth like this. The ease of it, the softness of the skin under lips, the taste spreading across his tongue, like sea air, surprised a sound out of him, like a squeal. Marius’s legs fell open and his grip on Guillaume’s hair tightened. With one hand, Marius pushed Guillaume’s head down slowly. With his other hand, Marius caught Guillaume’s free hand, and pulled it upward. Guillaume caught on quickly, and ringed the base of Marius cock with his hand, trying to use his fist to pleasure the parts of Marius’s cock that his mouth couldn’t reach. After only a few attempts, and a little more saliva, Guillaume had established a rhythm, sinking his mouth down over Marius’s cock as he brought his hand up, covering all parts of the head and shaft as well until Marius growled.
The stone mason’s hands were still in Guillaume’s hair as Guillaume sucked his cock, moving faster, gripping harder. He felt Marius strong, broad hands move from his hair, over his face again, then back to the nape of his neck before they moved down. The calloused warmth of Marius’s hands encapsulated Guillaume’s neck for only a moment before Marius squeezed.
The sudden choking pressure against his windpipe made Guillaume’s cock leap between his legs. He tried to move his mouth along Marius’s shaft again, but couldn’t. He was held in place, hips wriggling, a little bit of saliva cooling on his chin.
He whimpered in frustration. Why had Marius stopped him? A shiver of horror went up his spine. What if he was terrible? Maybe he was on his knees, drooling as he fought to get more of a common laborer’s cock into his mouth and Marius was about to tell him to stop because he’d rather use his own hands than be subjected to this tedious embarrassment any longer.
Marius’s hands tightened further. Guillaume’s vision began to swim as another thought occurred to him. Maybe Marius was another monster of Gardenne-Sur-Seine and Guillaume was about to have the life choked out of him with Marius’s cock still between his lips.
“Slow,” Marius whispered. He let go of Guillaume’s neck, grabbed him by the hair again and pulled him upward. Guillaume gasped for breath as Marius’s cock fell from his mouth and Marius’s face came into view. Guillaume’s vision was filled with Marius’s tanned, hard lined face and bright green eyes for only a moment before Marius took a fistful of Guillaume’s hair on either side of his head and pulled down, again forcing Guillaume to follow.
“Slow,” Marius repeated breathlessly, pulling Guillaume’s head down with all the speed of a lazy summer afternoon until the tip of Marius’s cock began to slide into the back of Guillaume’s throat. Guillaume’s eyes watered, but he did not try to cry out or move away. His hands were free. He set them against the muscles Marius’s thighs, but even as Marius drew his head down further, so far that Guillaume began to choke, he did not try to push his head back up.
“I saw it,” Marius grit out, guiding Guillaume’s mouth back up the length of his cock. “The Beast. I felt it at the end of my weapon.”
Guillaume gasped for breath, his arousal chilling. He’d never carried on a conversation during any of his encounters and did not foresee enjoying a one sided conversation about an obsession with a murderous monster while Marius used him in such a way.
“If we go to hunt The Beast tomorrow we may not come back,” Marius said quietly. “Tonight,” He groaned as he pulled Guillaume’s mouth back down, until Guillaume was again choking and sputtering around the tip of Marius’s cock as it pushed into his throat. “We should fuck like it’s our last night on earth.”
There was wildness in Gardenne-Sur-Seine.
Wildness that Marius shared, and wildness that was overcoming Guillaume. He felt the soft slide of skin moving through his hand as Marius began to move his hips and up and down. Guillaume turned his face from the fire and watched the motion of Marius’s thick, bronze and blush cock through his own fingers, and the ripple of Marius’s stomach muscles beyond. The slide of Marius’s cock through his fingers was soft, and enticing. Guillaume could not tear his gaze away.
Marius’s hands came suddenly into Guillaume’s view, reaching for his face. The stonemason’s hips stilled as his palms grazed across Guillaume’s face. His fingers slid into the hair at the nape of Guillaume’s neck. Guillaume sighed at the tenderness of the touch, and he did nothing to resist as Marius’s fingers tightened in his hair, and the stonemason dragged the Master of Hunt’s face into his groin. Instinct and desire parted Guillaume’s lips, and Marius’s cock slid into Guillaume’s mouth as easily as a knife would slide into a sheath.
Guillaume had never done this before. He’d seen it plenty of times, from a few feet away as whores did it to him, but he’d never actually been on his knees, with another man’s cock in his mouth like this. The ease of it, the softness of the skin under lips, the taste spreading across his tongue, like sea air, surprised a sound out of him, like a squeal. Marius’s legs fell open and his grip on Guillaume’s hair tightened. With one hand, Marius pushed Guillaume’s head down slowly. With his other hand, Marius caught Guillaume’s free hand, and pulled it upward. Guillaume caught on quickly, and ringed the base of Marius cock with his hand, trying to use his fist to pleasure the parts of Marius’s cock that his mouth couldn’t reach. After only a few attempts, and a little more saliva, Guillaume had established a rhythm, sinking his mouth down over Marius’s cock as he brought his hand up, covering all parts of the head and shaft as well until Marius growled.
The stone mason’s hands were still in Guillaume’s hair as Guillaume sucked his cock, moving faster, gripping harder. He felt Marius strong, broad hands move from his hair, over his face again, then back to the nape of his neck before they moved down. The calloused warmth of Marius’s hands encapsulated Guillaume’s neck for only a moment before Marius squeezed.
The sudden choking pressure against his windpipe made Guillaume’s cock leap between his legs. He tried to move his mouth along Marius’s shaft again, but couldn’t. He was held in place, hips wriggling, a little bit of saliva cooling on his chin.
He whimpered in frustration. Why had Marius stopped him? A shiver of horror went up his spine. What if he was terrible? Maybe he was on his knees, drooling as he fought to get more of a common laborer’s cock into his mouth and Marius was about to tell him to stop because he’d rather use his own hands than be subjected to this tedious embarrassment any longer.
Marius’s hands tightened further. Guillaume’s vision began to swim as another thought occurred to him. Maybe Marius was another monster of Gardenne-Sur-Seine and Guillaume was about to have the life choked out of him with Marius’s cock still between his lips.
“Slow,” Marius whispered. He let go of Guillaume’s neck, grabbed him by the hair again and pulled him upward. Guillaume gasped for breath as Marius’s cock fell from his mouth and Marius’s face came into view. Guillaume’s vision was filled with Marius’s tanned, hard lined face and bright green eyes for only a moment before Marius took a fistful of Guillaume’s hair on either side of his head and pulled down, again forcing Guillaume to follow.
“Slow,” Marius repeated breathlessly, pulling Guillaume’s head down with all the speed of a lazy summer afternoon until the tip of Marius’s cock began to slide into the back of Guillaume’s throat. Guillaume’s eyes watered, but he did not try to cry out or move away. His hands were free. He set them against the muscles Marius’s thighs, but even as Marius drew his head down further, so far that Guillaume began to choke, he did not try to push his head back up.
“I saw it,” Marius grit out, guiding Guillaume’s mouth back up the length of his cock. “The Beast. I felt it at the end of my weapon.”
Guillaume gasped for breath, his arousal chilling. He’d never carried on a conversation during any of his encounters and did not foresee enjoying a one sided conversation about an obsession with a murderous monster while Marius used him in such a way.
“If we go to hunt The Beast tomorrow we may not come back,” Marius said quietly. “Tonight,” He groaned as he pulled Guillaume’s mouth back down, until Guillaume was again choking and sputtering around the tip of Marius’s cock as it pushed into his throat. “We should fuck like it’s our last night on earth.”