Arthur Mitchell is an erotica writer specializing in extremes. He writes to explore the dark side of human sexuality and power play. His dozens of stories span a vast universe of kink, where relationships take a quirky turn, and the fires of lust are always blazing.
Breeding Call: Virgin Initiations (BDSM Erotic Romance, Bred in Underfalls)by Arthur Mitchell
All her life, Jordan's superiors have told her what men are. Coming face to face with a
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When Jordan Whiteshore is sent into the forest, she knows she'll never return the same. Every woman's twenty first birthday means an initiation in breeding. Such is life in the Land of Underfalls, where men and women live in separate communities, pairing only to mate.
All her life, Jordan's superiors have told her what men are. Coming face to face with a flesh-and-blood male changes everything. Axel, a hard bodied hunter who specializes in virgin initiations, is more than just good looks and raw Nature.
He's the kind of man she's dreamed of surrendering herself to, one who knows his way around a woman's body, perhaps better than she knows herself. Yet, his protective kindness outside the bed introduces her to a side of men that she never knew existed.
Meanwhile, Axel finds himself drawn to the young woman, an attraction far greater than any of his previous females inspired. With winter and pregnancy coming, they are faced with the ultimate choice: ignore their budding emotions, or commit the greatest sin.
Welcome to the Land of Underfalls, where Nature dictates sex and romance. This story is filled with passion, virgin submission, and impregnation. An erotic romance novelette of over 9,000 words.
“I was getting worried about you, little rabbit. Took you nearly an hour to come out of it,” he said, prodding her up from the bed with his eyes.
She followed his dancing pupils. The faint and nap had helped. The sickly clamor in her head was gone, and now she found herself filled with a nervous buzz that branched out through her bones. It ran along her neck, setting her hair ablaze, before winding down her spine.
Unsurprisingly, it stopped where she savored it most: right around the cleft of her thighs. The place of the breeding circle, she thought. Learning about the energy centers in the body was one of the earliest lessons in spiritual anatomy young women were given. None was more important than the aura surrounding her womb, an invisible furnace she had to protect and nurture at all cost.
Axel rose on his strong legs, stretching his back. She heard the snap of his vertebrae from across the room.
“Hope you've had a good rest. We're running a little behind schedule. Now, please take off your clothes...unless you want me to do it for you.” His eyes narrowed.
Jordan's breath caught in her throat, and for a second, she felt as though she might fall and go back into the dreary sleep. An excited peal rang within her as he took several steps toward the bed. She couldn't hide her lust from him, and she knew it.
He had given her a direct request – an order she was trained since adolescence to obey. With rosy crimson painting her cheeks, she sat up and felt for the back of her dress. There were only a few pockets that laced it together.
Her fingers trembling, Jordan started to unbind the first. The strings felt heavy in her hands and fell apart after struggling for a full minute, before she moved to the next.
The entire time, Axel never looked away. His face was growing hungrier, crossed with a contrary appreciation for her seductive innocence, and a burning need to take her.
“Let it fall,” he said, after the third and last pocket binding her back was open.
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