Friday, June 14, 2019

Freebie Friday: NSFW What the Lady Wants, Part 5 (m/m, crossdressing, feminization)

Blurb:  

When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own—one that's right up Naro's alley.


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"Just as lovely as I'd imagined."

Naro jumped at Keenan's voice. Keenan stood in the doorway, shoulder propped against the jam, smiling. Naro smoothed his hands down along the dress, shivering. "Do you like it?"

Keenan leaned his head to the side and nodded. "I do. I didn't know if I would or not, but I really do. You look very sweet. But, and forgive me for saying this, because I know it's not what you want, you're still very masculine." Keenan moved to stand behind Naro at the mirror, slid his arms around Naro's waist. "And I like the way we look together."

Naro turned his gaze to the reflection again. The sight of Keenan's strong arms around him, against the shimmering dress, hardened his cock in a split second. His mind filled with a vision of him on his back in their bed, the dress rumpled up around his hips and Keenan between his legs, sucking him off. Naro let out a groan and turned in Keenan's arms, pressing his cock against Keenan's thigh.

Keenan grinned. "You'd better take it off now." He lowered his head and planted a nibbling kiss on Naro's lips. "I'd hate to muss up your shiny new dress."

But Naro shook his head. "Will you do something for me?" He began to work the buttons of Keenan's shirt open.

"Anything. Surely you know that after this?" Keenan gestured to the dress. "What would you have me do?"

Naro licked his lips. "Take me to bed and suck my cock while I wear the dress."

Keenan's grin widened and he shrugged. "Well, you know what they say. What the lady wants"—he pushed Naro toward the door that led back to their bedroom—"the lady gets."

Naro walked backward into the bedroom, undoing the last of Keenan's buttons and pushing the shirt from his shoulders as he followed. The edge of the bed bumped the backs of Naro's knees and he sat down with a sigh.

Keenan cupped Naro's chin and kissed him quickly before turning his attention to the rest of his clothing. He unbuttoned his breeches and slid them down slowly, wiggling his hips as they emerged. Tossing the pants aside, he went down on his knees in front of Naro.

Naro shivered as Keenan pushed up the skirt of the dress and glided his hands up along Naro's thighs.

"Is this what you had in mind?" Keenan asked. He lowered his head under the skirt and licked at the head of Naro's cock.

A moan escaped Naro's lips and he reached down to stroke his hands through Keenan's long hair, letting the strands filter through his fingers one by one. He scooted back on the bed so that his legs hung off from the knees down, and grabbed a pillow to prop himself up so he could watch. He absolutely didn't want to miss a single second of this. Naro stuffed the pillow under his head and hiked his skirt up further, loving the way the material rustled as he bunched it in his hands.

Keenan wrapped his fingers around Naro's cock, lowered his head, and pursed his lips around the tip to suck.

"Yes," Naro sighed breathlessly, hands fisting in the dress.

Keenan's head bobbed up and down, the dark of his skin made even darker by the vibrant richness of the shiny dress. He slid his hands under Naro's ass, dug his fingers into the pliant flesh there, using it for leverage. Naro wanted nothing more than to simply close his eyes and ride the pleasure, but the erotic scene before him kept his attention fixed; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He'd never seen anything sexier than Keenan with his head buried in a dress-enshrouded groin.

Naro groaned as his cock slipped just that much deeper into the heat of Keenan's mouth and Keenan moaned around it, sending ripples of ecstasy along his shaft and up into his balls. His mind drifted back to last night, when Keenan had spoken to him during their lovemaking, called him pretty. That had sounded and felt so good; he wanted it again now. Naro tugged on Keenan's hair and squirmed away from that deviously skilled mouth. "Talk to me."

Keenan grinned and climbed onto the bed to straddle Naro. He bent and trailed his tongue along the top edge of the dress, where Naro's cleavage would've been had he been a woman. "Your skin is so soft," he whispered.

Naro shivered, waves of need and lust crashing against him. "More."

Keenan palmed Naro's left nipple though the dress, closed his hand and squeezed as if there were far more beneath his touch than there really was. "Such lovely breasts." He nuzzled his cheek against the satin. "So round and firm."

Naro's eyes rolled back in his head. Gods, but Keenan was good at this for someone who didn't like to lay with women.

"I've never wanted a woman like I want you, Naro," Keenan purred. He thrust his hips against Naro. "I've never wanted to touch a woman, never wanted to be with one. But you"—he pressed the heel of his hand to Naro's cock and rubbed in slow circles—"you're just too pretty to resist. I want to slide inside and feel your womanhood surround me, all slick and hot."

"Kee!" Naro wrapped his legs around Keenan's waist, his arms around Keenan's neck, and pulled Keenan down on top of him, lips seeking Keenan's. He whimpered into Keenan's mouth, their tongues twining and sliding in a slippery battle for supremacy. He let Keenan win, let Keenan deepen the kiss, Keenan's large, powerful body pressing him down into the bed as he clung.

Keenan broke the kiss, and the look of crazed lust burning in his eyes went straight to Naro's cock, making him whimper even more.

"Fuck," Keenan growled. He lowered his head and claimed Naro's mouth again, the kiss hurried, nearly frantic. His teeth nipped Naro's bottom lip; Naro's eyes opened wide at the pleasant pain.

"Do that again," Naro pleaded. "I…I liked the pain. Bite me again."

Keenan reared back and simply looked at Naro for a long moment, seemed to be warring with himself, brow furrowed. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "How far do you want this to go?"

Naro arched an eyebrow, not knowing how to interpret the question. "What…what do you mean?"

"Before we met—years ago—when I lived in Kembi, I was a Master in the Nulphillium."

"By the gods…" Naro shook his head, trying to digest the revelation that his lover had been a member of an organization devoted to providing the region's royalty with pleasures of the flesh—and not always mundane, ordinary pleasures. Naro had heard tales of kings who liked to be tied up and flogged until they bled, of queens who demanded that their sexual partners put them on display and all but rape them. He shivered, wondering just what acts Keenan had performed.

"You're not the only one with secrets." Keenan caressed Naro's upper arms. "Thoughts?" he prompted.

"Will you tell me about it, some time? Will you describe the things you saw and the things you"—he suppressed another whimper—"the things you did?"

"If you'd like to hear them."

"I would. Did you…did you enjoy your time there?"

Keenan nodded. "Very, very much. Nothing would please me more than to show you some of the delights I learned, as long as you're willing."

Was he willing? Naro let his mind wander for a moment, brought forth images of himself wearing delicate black stockings, lacy black gloves, and a fancy, flowing dress, trussed up in shiny black ropes for Keenan's amusement. He nearly came. "I'm willing."

Keenan closed his eyes for a second, then nodded. When he opened his eyes again there was that same crazed lust, but something else lurked in those bright green depths; something primal and dominant, and Naro felt a shift inside himself as something buried deep within his soul respond instantly, instinctively.

Naro cried out as Keenan's teeth sank into his shoulder, biting and pulling, gnawing none too gently. He pressed his hand to the back of Keenan's head, pushing his flesh against Keenan's mouth. "Gods…Kee…harder."

Keenan's bite intensified; he went so far as to tug back, Naro's skin between his teeth, and shake his head like a dog.

Moaning, writhing beneath Keenan in bliss, Naro could barely believe he'd asked for such a thing, had never thought of himself as someone who would consider it, let alone like it. But he couldn't deny how alive he felt as the pain of Keenan's bites pounded through him.

Keenan pulled away roughly, caught Naro's hands and pinned them together above his head. The bites began again, across Naro's other shoulder, all along his exposed flesh above the collar of the dress, then up along his arms, alternating between one and then the other, Keenan's teeth pulling and tugging on the tender, meaty flesh through the dress, leaving little wet marks on the shiny fabric.

Naro squirmed and gasped, crying out over and over, wanting it never to end, his cock beyond painful, balls tighter than tight. It did end though, as Keenan slid from him and stood, crossed over to the small cabinet by the window and rummaged around for a bottle of oil. The bottle he brought back was red, with a flame painted on one side. Naro had never seen it before.

Keenan came back to the bed and straddled Naro once again. He leaned in for another biting kiss, then sat back.

Naro wiggled impatiently, drawing a deep, rumbling chuckle from Keenan.

"Wanton whore," Keenan snarled.

Why those two words enticed him, Naro didn't know. But the shiver that climbed his spine was undeniable.

"But you're a pretty whore," Keenan continued. He pushed the skirt of Naro's dress up even further, uncorked the bottle, and poured a small amount of liquid onto Naro's stomach.

Naro gasped, the wind sucked from his body by a hot sting that settled into his skin. "What…what is that?"

"It's a special oil made by the monks in Creval. It's meant to be for aches, but it has certain other uses that are far more interesting." Keenan dumped the oil into his palm and reached down to stroke his own cock. He moaned long and low, thrusting his hips against his hand. "It's one of my favorite things."

Naro mewled in frustration.

"I haven't forgotten you, my pretty little whore." Keenan tipped the bottle and dribbled oil directly onto Naro's cock.

"Kee!" Liquid flame slid along the length of Naro's cock and down the sides. Keenan's hand slipped down to Naro's balls, his fingers like tiny points of fire on Naro's skin. Keenan teased his opening, ringing that unholy heat around the rim before sliding two fingers deep inside.

Coherent thought fled, and so did the ability to speak or make any sounds that made sense. Naro cried out, voice more like a choked sob than anything else as Keenan worked him, fingers curling and scissoring, toying with that sweetest of sweet spots before withdrawing. Naro thought to argue, beg Keenan not to stop, but no sooner had the thought occurred to him than Keenan's cock replaced his fingers, sliding deep.

"You like my cock, don't you, little whore?"

Naro nodded quickly, bucking his hips up and shifting so that he could take more. Keenan thrust hard; Naro likened it to being fucked with a blunt, thick, red-hot fire iron that had just been dipped in flame. The harder Keenan slammed, the harder Naro wanted it. He dug his fingers into the bed sheets and hung on, added his own strength to the force of Keenan's movements. Like the kiss had earlier, it became another war between them, both of them fighting to show the other which of them controlled the situation, both of them vying to wring the other's strength out.

Keenan grabbed hold of Naro's wrists and pinned them at his side, leaning down so that all his weight rested in that embrace. Naro put up a token struggle, loving the rush of fear and adrenaline that being held down brought.

"You're mine," Keenan growled. "Give up."

Naro shook his head in response. "Make me." He struggled more, twisting his hips in a half-hearted attempt to throw Keenan off, though that was the last thing he wanted. But it earned him the reaction he craved.

Keenan snarled and released one of Naro's wrists, raised his hand to Naro's throat and squeezed just slightly, just enough to cause Naro's eyes to widen in surprise and uncoil the fear nestled in his belly, send it spiraling out along his skin. Keenan redoubled his pace, thrusting painfully hard and fast, pistoning Naro into the bed with every stroke. "Filthy whore!"

And that part of Naro that had responded earlier, that instinctive submission that had risen inside him now swelled to the surface. He stopped fighting and his body went limp except for his legs, which he kept wrapped tight around Keenan's waist. He closed his eyes and stretched his neck out as much as he could, offering the gesture to Keenan as a symbol of Keenan's hard fought victory.

Keenan howled and thrust himself home again and again. He let go of Naro's other wrist at last and wrapped that iron hard grip around Naro's cock. He started to stroke but he needed have bothered. The moment their flesh touched, Naro's cock erupted in a painful climax that stripped reality away, leaving Naro shaking and screaming out his pleasure.

Keenan went rigid, burying his cock to the root one final time, tip striking that spot hard, his pleasure wresting another hoarse scream from Naro. Nostrils flared, sweat-slick muscles taunt, hair falling around him, Keenan reminded Naro of a wild stallion. He didn't move—only his chest heaved as he panted heavily—he simply stared down, wide-eyed, at Naro, his expression warring between disbelief and elation.

"Are you all right?" Keenan finally asked, voice hoarse and strained.

Naro nodded. "Are you?"

A hard, powerful shiver started in Keenan's legs and ran up his body, forcing him to close his eyes and lean his head back. If Naro hadn't known better, he'd have sworn Keenan had just climaxed again.

Keenan eased his body from Naro's, stretched out, and gathered the blankets up around them. He pulled Naro close, nibbled a path along Naro's jaw. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Naro sighed happily and closed his eyes, reveling in the drowsy warmth radiating from Keenan's skin. He turned and snuggled into Keenan, pressed his lips to Keenan's still damp chest and gently licked up a drop of sweat. Keenan chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest like a rumble of distant thunder.

Naro awoke later, though he didn’t know how much time had passed. Keenan wasn't in bed with him anymore. Indeed, his lover had straightened up the bedding and changed Naro out of his dress. He was about to get up and go searching for Keenan, when the object of his thoughts appeared in the doorway, carrying a small wooden trunk. "What's that?"

Keenan placed the trunk in the middle of the bed. "Tools of my former trade. See for yourself."

Naro opened the lid and peeked inside. The trunk contained an assortment of whips, chains, manacles, and other items he'd never seen before, but somehow knew what they'd be used for. He reached in and withdrew a long, thick, leather-wrapped item, almost resembling a cock. Tapered at one end, and studded all along its length with metal nubs, the thing looked positively menacing. And thrilling. He ran his hand over the nubs. "Will you try this on me?"

Keenan grinned. "Like I said before, what the lady wants, the lady gets."

~The End~

Friday, June 7, 2019

Freebie Friday: What the Lady Wants, Part 4 (m/m, crossdressing, feminization)

Blurb:  

When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own—one that's right up Naro's alley.


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Naro yawned and stretched, languishing in the warmth of the bed and the memory of last night. His first night with Keenan. And things had gone so well! He'd been terrified of revealing the secret of his past, but if anyone had deserved to know—if he'd wanted anyone in the world to know—it had been Keenan. Keenan hadn't turned from him, as he'd feared. He rolled over onto his stomach and gazed out the window. Keenan had apparently opened it before he'd left for his duties this morning; a light, crisp breeze ruffled the curtains and the scent of the flowers in the garden wafted in.

Just beyond the fence that bordered their land, Naro could see the birds flying on their way to their winter homes, and two horses out for a romp around the neighbors' grounds. He could hear the steeds' happy whinnies and snorts as they ran after each other, pawing the ground and shaking their heads, their manes flaring out around them. Naro climbed lazily from bed and stretched again, standing on his toes, arms reaching out above his head, the chilly air raising bumps on his naked flesh. He turned to head into the washroom, but something caught his attention.

A plainly wrapped box sat on the chair in the corner, his name written on it in Keenan's handwriting. Keenan had left him a gift? How very thoughtful! Naro hurried across the room, feeling a little childish for such an eager response, but he did love presents! He plucked the package up, lowered himself into the plush chair, and ripped the outer wrapping off, digging into the box.

Naro frowned as his hands encountered something soft and frilly, but the frown quickly turned to a gasp of wonder and a large, excited grin. He held up a long sleeved dress made of shimmering forest green satin, embellished with delicate velvet roses, and trimmed at its collar and cuffs with white lace. Tucked into it was a note also written in Keenan's handwriting. You never know unless you try.

Naro stood and carried the dress into the washroom, to the floor length mirror that hung on the wall beside the pedestal sink. He held it up to himself, gasping at his reflection, and the swell of pride and happiness that soared through him. Eyes tearing up, he hung the dress on a hook by the door, keeping watch on it—though he wasn't sure why, it wasn't like anyone was going to steal it—as he drew himself a bath.

He washed quickly, barely able to contain his nervous excitement, not wanting to delay the moment of truth any longer. Naro stepped from the tub and dried himself off, then moved to stand in front of the dress. He took a long, deep breath and reached for it. There were no buttons or other fasteners, and he was glad for that, for he wasn't sure how he'd get them closed without help anyhow. He pulled the dress on over his head, eyes closing at the shock of sheer pleasure that met him as the soft, silky material slid along his skin, leaving a trail of tingles.

Naro fluffed his hair, straightened the dress's tight-fitting bodice—Keenan had gauged his size perfectly—and stepped over to the mirror. The air left his chest in a wheeze as his muscles constricted with joy and he began to cry in earnest. He'd never felt so right, so complete. So beautiful. "Oh…my…"

To be continued...

Friday, May 31, 2019

Freebie Friday: NSFW What the Lady Wants, Part 3 (m/m, crossdressing, feminization)

Blurb:  

When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own—one that's right up Naro's alley.


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"Should it?"

Naro shrugged again. "I don't know."

"Does it bother you?" Perhaps Naro's expectations of Keenan's unease were born out of his own. Keenan couldn't imagine carrying around such a secret in his heart, living in fear of someone he loved discovering it and turning away from him.

"Sometimes. Sometimes, I wonder about it. What would I have been like? What would've happened, if my father had left me the way I was born? Would I have married and had children? Is that why I prefer to lay with men? Did they change my body, but leave my mind and my heart the way it was?"

The searching expression in Naro's wide eyes tugged at Keenan's heart. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Naro's forehead. "Do you want to be a woman?"

"Sometimes. I see mothers with children, and I feel almost homesick. That's the only way I can describe it."

"You can raise a child without being a woman," Keenan pointed out. "You could adopt." Though there weren't many orphanages, the ones that existed were full of children. Keenan had never wanted children for himself and had no idea how to act around other people's children.

Naro shook his head, bottom lip curving out just so in a sad pout. He ran his hand over his belly and frowned, looked down and away. "It wouldn't be the same. I'm sure I could love the child, but it wouldn't be like carrying it inside me. It's hard to explain. When I see a baby, it makes me wish I were still female. Or at least looked like one, I suppose."

Keenan pondered the situation, brow furrowed. He had no doubt of Naro's love, no doubt of Naro's attraction to him, and he didn't think either of those things could be changed by anything other than an extreme betrayal on his part. Indeed, if their roles in this conversation were reversed, he knew Naro would be nothing but supportive. Could he be any less? "You're feminine enough. Buy a dress."

Naro's eyes became squinted slits. "Don't mock me," he snarled the words.

Keenan leaned back and peered at Naro, wide-eyed. He'd never seen Naro quite so hostile before, and though it intrigued him, it took him a moment to recover his thoughts. "I'm not mocking you. Buy a dress. See what it feels like. Perhaps you'll like it, but perhaps you won't."

Naro's expression softened somewhat, but an air of uncertainty still hung around him. He cocked his head to the side and looked Keenan up and down. "You're being serious?"

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't repulse you?"

"Of course not." In truth, he had no idea if it would or wouldn't. He liked men—had never given women so much as a second thought. But Naro had always been small and slight, more pretty than handsome, and certainly the least masculine man he'd ever been with.

"I…I don't know." Once again, Naro's cock argued against his words, for in the instant he had considered Keenan's statement, it had sprung back to rigid life.

Keenan traced his fingers along the impressive length of Naro's cock. "Your naughty bits are making a liar of you."

A deep red blush spread out from Naro's cheeks and down his neck and he grinned. "I can't say I don't find the thought intriguing."

Keenan fisted his hand around Naro's cock and started to stroke. "I think you're more than intrigued."

"Perhaps," Naro gasped, thrusting his hips up. "Kee, please."

Keenan chuckled. Naro had said before that he'd never cared much for foreplay—preferred to get right down to the act he loved the most—and apparently he hadn't been exaggerating. Keenan reached again for the bottle of oil as Naro writhed beneath him.

"Hurry," Naro pleaded.

Keenan oiled his cock quickly, swallowing another wave of mirthful laughter, then dribbled oil down between Naro's ass cheeks. He held his cock to Naro's opening, pushed gently, and slid home, smiling at the sweet little moan that escaped Naro's lips, and the way Naro's legs came up to wrap around him. Naro's heat gripped him in a blissfully tight embrace, and for a brief moment Keenan simply savored it—held himself still as a statue, eyes closed—letting the connection of their joined bodies swell his heart until it was all he could do not to spill his seed.

Naro moved under him, making hungry little pleading noises, hands fisting into the bedding, but there was something about the expression on Naro's face, something Keenan couldn't quite put his finger on, that hinted that this wasn't enough. Perhaps it was the almost distant look in his eyes, or the frustrated wrinkle of his forehead. Or perhaps Keenan was imagining things. They'd never gone this far before, admittedly. Still, something told him Naro needed more.

Keenan pulled out nearly all the way, began an agonizingly slow thrust back inside. He leaned over Naro and ran his hands over Naro's chest, teasing and tweaking Naro's taut nipples. "You're such a pretty little thing," he whispered experimentally.

Naro's gaze snapped to Keenan and his eyes went wide. Naro slid his hand down to his cock and began to tug and pull. "Say…say it again."

Keenan sped up the pace of his thrusting to match Naro's urgent hand motion. "So pretty," he whispered. He moved his hands down Naro's body, along Naro's hips and let his fingers knead the flesh there. "Such sweet curves. I watch you walk and my hands itch to touch your hips, to feel those soft curves under my fingers. You're so very, very pretty, Naro. Such a pretty girl."

Naro—quiet, prim, proper Naro, who never cried out, never raised his voice in anger, had never uttered more than the whisper of a moan when they'd fooled around, who never, ever would dream of voicing his passion so that someone might hear him—threw back his head and screamed as orgasm rocked through him, sending his release arching onto his chest and belly. He shuddered and gasped, fighting to catch his breath, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes. Digging his heels into Keenan's back, he raised his hips off the bed in a thrust that took Keenan's breath away. "Fill me up," he begged.

Keenan closed his eyes tight and steeled himself against the onslaught of pressure rising up inside him, against the pounding of his heart and the shallow gasping of his breath. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his cock into Naro, frantic to ease his own ache. He let his head fall back, and gave into the need rolling through him, let the instinct to seek release overtake him. He moved without thought, without knowledge, blind and deaf to everything around him.

"Keenan…I love you."

Those whispered words reached him and pushed him over the edge. Keenan's body went rigid, his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he filled Naro's clinging warmth. Naro pulled him down and held him close; the thought that his weight might be too much for Naro's much smaller physique flitted through Keenan's mind but he couldn't summon the energy to do anything about it.

Naro snuggled against him; arms locked tightly around Keenan's waist, and pressed kisses to his neck.

Keenan's heart finally stopped its racing, his breathing returned to normal at length and he rolled off Naro. He took Naro's face in his hands and pressed their lips together in a deep kiss. Keenan pulled back and ran his thumbs over Naro's cheeks, catching the tears that were still falling. "I love you, not the shell, not the clothing. I love the heart of you, and the mind of you. The soul of you. The rest will work itself out."

To be continued...

Friday, May 24, 2019

Freebie Friday: What the Lady Wants, Part 2 (m/m, crossdressing, feminization)

Blurb:  

When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own—one that's right up Naro's alley.


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"My father wanted a boy. He took me to a powerful charmer when I was four and I was placed in a sort of cocoon. A year later, I emerged as a boy."

"Resexing?" Something Keenan had heard of, though he'd never met anyone who had actually undergone the procedure. From his understanding, resexing was an elaborate process, often painful and quite costly. "Wouldn't it have been easier just to have another child?"

"My mother had already lost three boys and given birth to two girls. By the time I came along, my father was obsessed."

Which explained why Naro hated—no, feared—small spaces. "That's what you meant about small spaces when we first met, isn't it? You were awake the entire time?"

He nodded. "There was sleep, of course. Or not sleep, rather, but…there were periods of time when I wasn't conscious. Though I don't know if those were natural or controlled by the charmer."

Keenan ran his hand through Naro's spiky hair, trying to imagine the fear and confusion Naro surely must've felt. What had it been like, being forced to submit to such a thing? Waking up to find that all the rules had changed, leaving home as a girl, and returning as a boy. And after so many years. "Four years seems a bit long for them to make up their minds."

"Father had to convince mother." Naro toyed with Keenan's chest hair. "And there was the issue of coin."

"Ah." At least Naro's mother had put up some resistance. "It must've been hard for you. I'm sorry you had to go through that." He frowned at his words, wondering if they sounded as flat to Naro's ears as they did to his own. He had no idea what to say, really. Nothing in the world would change his mind about Naro—no buried secret could erase the beauty of Naro's heart, the warmth of his soul, the sharpness of his mind and clever wit, all of which had kept Keenan enthralled since the moment they'd met.

"It wasn't all bad." Naro shrugged, though Keenan wondered how much nonchalance he truly felt. Silence rose between them. Naro continued to fidget and Keenan remained uncertain whether he should resume his attentions yet or not. On the one hand, going on might make him seem dismissive, but on the other, might Naro interpret Keenan not going on with him as not wanting to go on?

Keenan contented himself with simply running his hand up and down Naro's arm, and he took the fact Naro didn't pull away as a good sign. In Keenan's mind, there was no deeper expression of emotional love than the physical act of making love, and the frustration of the interruption gnawed at him. Still, if Naro needed this explanation between them, Naro would have it.

"You're taking this well," Naro whispered. "I didn't expect that anyone would."

Keenan arched an eyebrow. "Didn't Magistrate Varlan?" They rarely spoke of Naro's deceased lover, mostly because Keenan hated him. Varlan had represented everything Keenan hated about people of power. And Naro had been in love with Varlan. All the more reason to despise Varlan.

"I never told him. The only people who know are the people I grew up with. The ones who remember, anyhow. I've never told anyone until now."

Keenan swallowed down the lump of emotion that filled his throat. Only him. Not Varlan. "I'm honored."

"Does it bother you?"

To be continued...

Friday, May 17, 2019

Freebie Friday: "What the Lady Wants" (m/m, crossdressing, feminization)

Blurb:  

When Keenan's lover, Naro, reveals the deep, dark secret of his past, Keenan must decide how strong their love really is. But Keenan has a secret of his own—one that's right up Naro's alley.


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Candlelight. There should've been soft, flickering candlelight, instead of the almost harsh glow of the light orb swinging above them. And soothing music—Keenan should've paid someone to stand outside the bedroom door and play a kempla flute for them—instead of the distant howls and calls of animals floating in through the window. They should've been surrounded by wisps of incense—that spicy-sweet blend the heavyset apothecary always sold at Festival—not the same old scent of dinner lingering on the air, mixing with the smells of the world outside. For that matter, he should've cooked something special tonight, roasted a bruta pig or filleted a tarkin.

All these thoughts went through Keenan's mind as he trailed kisses down the right side of Naro's neck, across his collarbone, then nibbled a path back up to those full, luscious lips. He would've liked to have staged the night a little better, made their first time more special, but Naro's urgency and enthusiasm had convinced him otherwise. At least he'd changed the bedding yesterday. Something had told him to use his best, softest sheets and his nicest—or least tattered, anyway—top blanket: the heavy one with the gold ribbon running around the edges and the birds stitched onto each hand-quilted panel.

The big wooden bed creaked as Keenan leaned over and reached to the bedside table for the bottle of oil—the very expensive, hard to find glandra flower oil he'd had ferried in four months ago in anticipation of a night like this. He'd spent his every waking second for the past year waiting for this moment, and, now that it was here, he couldn't imagine a more perfect way to spend an evening, poor planning aside.

"Wait. There's something you should know first." Naro pushed against Keenan's chest and sat up a bit.

Keenan choked down a curse. He particularly disliked when anyone anywhere uttered those words, especially when the anyone was a man he was about to fuck, and more especially when the anywhere was his very own bed where they'd already made it half way to doing the deed. Nevertheless, he leaned back and propped himself up on elbow to peer down at Naro.

"It might make you reconsider being with me, but I want to be honest with you." Naro turned his head to the side, avoiding Keenan's gaze, and heaved a sigh. "I'm not a man."

"Your anatomy would disprove that statement." Keenan glanced down to the erect, dripping cock between Naro's legs. Definitely male anatomy, and a fine example of such.

"I mean, I am now, of course." Naro sighed again and squirmed. "But I wasn't always. I was born a woman."

Born a woman? Well, that was new. Keenan knew there were babies born sometimes with two sets of parts—male and female—but the Planetary Council usually ordered them killed. And anyway, he'd explored Naro's body enough to know there was only one set of bits down there. "Care to elaborate on that?"

To be continued...

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Breaker, Breaker

Good. GRIEF.

It's been sooooo long since my past post, y'all.

All I can say is life has been crazy in ways I never expected.

In any event, I'm back, and I *hope* to be posting on a more regular schedule.

One thing I'm going to do is introduce Freebie Fridays. I'll share a free story with you, in chapters, on Fridays.

Wait... Y'all are still around...Right?

Leave me a comment below, if you don't mind, so I know I'm still coming through.

☺️

Sunday, February 10, 2019