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Taken by the Centaurs Trilogy: 3 Book Box Set

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Taken by the Centaurs gay erotica book cover by Isabel DareWhen golden-haired prince Orpheus is stolen by a herd of male Centaurs, he soon learns how to satisfy their lust. But they keep coming back for more…

This gay erotica box set collects all three stories in the Taken By The Centaurs series:

Taken by the Centaurs

Young prince Orpheus goes into the woods alone, to practice his singing. Surrounded by a herd of eager male Centaurs, he thinks they came to listen to his songs. And so they do – until Orpheus gives them wine. Then he finds out just how dangerous and depraved Centaurs really are.

Used by the Centaurs

Orpheus is their lovely blond plaything, their toy. But only Kinna, the huge powerful Centaur leader, decides which Centaur may use Orpheus for his pleasure. And some pleasures are reserved for Kinna alone.

Kept by the Centaurs

Orpheus’s father, the King, wants his son back. And now Orpheus has to prove that he belongs to the Centaurs, and especially to Kinna, once and for all.

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Kept by the Centaurs (Gay Erotica)

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Kept by the Centaurs book cover by Isabel DareAfter extensive training, golden-haired Prince Orpheus has become a willing servant to the herd of male Centaurs who stole him. He can’t get enough of servicing the muscular, powerful Centaurs, especially the Centaur leader, Kinna.

But Orpheus’s father, the King, wants his son back. And now Orpheus has to prove that he belongs to the Centaurs, once and for all…

Adult readers only! This 8.000 word gay erotic story contains explicit gay sex scenes. All characters are 18 or older.

This story follows Taken by the Centaurs and Used by the Centaurs, though it can be read as a standalone.

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Used by the Centaurs (Gay Erotica)

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Used by the Centaurs gay erotica book cover by Isabel DareOnce, Orpheus was a Greek prince, the darling of the court, who loved to sing and play the lyre. Now, he belongs to the Centaurs who stole him.

He is their lovely blond plaything, their toy. But only Kinna, the huge, powerful Centaur leader, decides which Centaur may use Orpheus for his pleasure. And some pleasures are reserved for Kinna alone…

Adult readers only! This 8.000 word gay erotic story contains explicit gay sex scenes. All characters are 18 or older.

This story follows Taken by the Centaurs, though it can be read as a standalone.

Excerpt:
Orpheus sang on, letting his voice range high—the pure, clear notes sounded amazing, louder than ever before—and finally came to a stop, almost breathless, but feeling exhilarated.

The Centaurs cheered him, louder than before.

With a pang of worry, Orpheus saw that there were three flasks of wine in circulation now.

The Centaurs were celebrating by getting drunk, and that spelled danger. Wine drove them wild.

“Here, let the boy have some wine,” one of the Centaurs yelled, a young one named Xerxes. “He sang well!”

A leather flask was tossed in Orpheus’s direction, and he caught it. It smelled strongly of horse.

In truth, Orpheus was thirsty, and singing only made him more so. He took a quick swallow, then another, surprised at how good it was. It was a dark, strong wine that tasted rich enough to be poured at his father’s table. Whatever farmer they had raided must be rich.

Xerxes came closer. He was a brawny young Centaur with long dark brown hair, and there was a dragon tattooed on his chest. Reaching out, he tilted the flask of wine over Orpheus’s mouth, forcing him to swallow more. “Don’t stop now, boy!”

Orpheus sputtered, feeling the wine flood his throat and pool into his stomach.

He wasn’t used to drinking. His father would only let him have watered wine, even though Orpheus was an adult. His father still saw him as the youngest prince, the baby of the family, and probably always would.

Maybe that was why the wine tasted so good now. It tasted of things that were forbidden.

Finally Xerxes took the half-empty wine flask away, and Orpheus wiped his chin, aware that wine was dripping down his bare chest.

Another Centaur came up and called over his shoulder to Kinna, “Can I have him?”

Orpheus’s last swallow of wine went the wrong way. He coughed, desperately gasping for air.

“You are bold,” Kinna said in his deep, dark voice, sounding disapproving. “Very bold, Diodoros.”

“I thought you said we feast tonight?” Diodoros countered. He was smiling, but it looked somehow feral. “Then why not let me entertain myself?”

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Wolf Howl (Mountain Wolves, Book Two)

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Wolf Howl gay werewolf romance book cover by Isabel DareIn one week, Kirk Anderson’s lonely life in the mountains turns upside down: he falls in love with a bright young painter named Leo, and he discovers that he’s not the only werewolf in the world.

Unfortunately, the other werewolves are a biker gang who want to take over Kirk’s territory. Worse than that: they want to take Leo, too. Desperate to keep his mate, Kirk is forced to claim him…in front of the entire pack!

The second book in the Mountain Wolves series, Wolf Howl is 30.000 words long. It is the sequel to Wolf Scent.

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Caught by Scylla (Gay Tentacle Erotica)

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Caught by Scylla book cover by Isabel DareWhen young prince Ariston sails into the infamous strait of Messina, his ship’s crew is faced with an impossible choice: drown in a whirlpool or surrender themselves to Scylla, a twelve-armed monster. The ship’s crew decides to offer up the arrogant Ariston to Scylla’s many arms, hoping that his untouched beauty will distract the monster.

And it works – twelve slick tentacles caress the humiliated prince everywhere, while an entire ship full of sailors watches!

Excerpt:
One of the tentacles was speeding toward the ship again, undulating over the waves.

Ariston watched it approach, frozen with fear.

It danced over the waves like a great sea-snake, its coils supple and sleek, the tip bulbous, with a small slit where the mouth must be.

Some of the sailors were praying audibly, to Poseidon, to Zeus, to anyone who could hear them.

Ariston tried to kick out at the tentacle’s tip when it was close enough. A last act of defiance, maybe – he could not fight this creature, but he would not be taken without a struggle.

It didn’t last long. His foot barely glanced off the tentacle, and then it wrapped itself around him like a strangling snake.

He gasped for breath, feeling the slick alien coils tighten around him. It felt so strange that he shuddered instinctively; his body was trying to cast off the intrusion.

Then he felt a sharp, lightning-fast movement, like someone running the edge of a nail over his bare skin.

When he dared to look down, he saw that the tentacle had done to him what it had done to that poor sailor. With one razor-sharp tooth from its hidden mouth, it had cut the clothes from his body.

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Taken by the Centaurs (a Gay First Time Story)

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Taken by the Centaurs book cover by Isabel Dare - gay centaur eroticaYoung Orpheus likes to go into the woods alone, to practice his singing. When he finds himself surrounded by a herd of eager male Centaurs, he thinks they came to listen to his songs. And so they do – until Orpheus stops singing and accidentally gives them wine. Then he finds out just how dangerous and depraved Centaurs really are.

Adult readers only! This 7.000 word erotic story contains rough and reluctant gay scenes between a herd of horny Centaurs and a young male virgin, including first time oral and anal sex with giant horsecocks. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Kinna kicked a long horse leg contemptuously in his direction, and the crock of honey was struck from Orpheus’s hands and rolled into the grass.

“More wine,” another Centaur said plaintively, drawing out the word until it sounded almost like a whinny.

“No more wine,” Orpheus replied firmly, his hands on his hips. He wasn’t going to be cowed by these great horsemen. He was the son of a king, after all.

“There is no more wine,” he repeated, hoping to reason with them. He was still thirsty, himself, and more than a little angry with his uncouth audience.

“Then sing,” Kinna said, glaring down at Orpheus.

Orpheus tried, but when he began an attempt at song, it was not his true voice but a wretched croak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a frog, and some of the Centaurs laughed.

“I can’t,” he said, glaring back just as angrily at Kinna. “You drank all my wine, and my throat is still dry.”

Kinna threw back his head and laughed. It was not a pleasant sound.

“Shall we give him drink, brothers?” he cried, a wild glee in his face.

Orpheus stared at him uncomprehendingly, but the other Centaurs laughed too and began to circle him again, faster this time, their hooves striking the grass with hard blows.

“Let’s give him drink, aye, and meat too,” the dark-haired Centaur said, and this time it sounded like a threat.

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Used by the Vikings (Reluctant Gay Gangbang) (Viking Sex Slave #3)

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Used by the Vikings gay erotica book cover by Isabel DareThis story is a stand-alone sequel to Owned by the Vikings.

Edric wears the iron collar of a thrall, and thralls have no rights under Viking law.

So when Edric dares to refuse the advances of sly troublemaker Leif, he must be punished. He is bound naked to the Great Oak, and from sunrise til sunset, anyone may make public use of him…

Adult readers only! This 10.000 word erotic story contains a village of horny Vikings using their captive in a rough gay gangbang, with reluctant oral and anal sex, bondage in ropes, humiliation, public sex and multiple penetration. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Edric tried not to cower visibly.

His ordeal had begun.

“We might as well break him in,” Ottar said to his companion, in a persuasive tone of voice. “He won’t be as good when everyone else has had him. Don’t know about you, but I like them fresh and squealing, not exhausted and covered in come.”

Knut scratched his beard thoughtfully. “True enough. Tie him up a bit first, I don’t want him kicking me.”

Ottar nodded, and without warning he yanked at the rope, hard enough to send Edric sprawling to the ground.

“Here, give me that,” Knut said. He knelt by Edric’s legs, and Ottar handed him another piece of rope.

Edric’s face was pressed into the sweet-smelling grass, but he could feel Knut tying rope around his bare ankles.

“Not too tight,” Ottar instructed. “He has to be able to spread his legs if someone wants to fuck him while he’s lying on his back.”

“Eh,” Knut said dismissively. “Nobody wants that, he’s not a woman. Much easier to just bend him over and fuck him standing up.”

As he spoke, Knut gave the rope around his ankles another hard yank.

Edric let a muffled squeal escape his lips as the rough rope chafed his ankles raw. Gods, this was a rough beginning and he was sure it wasn’t going to get better.

“Aw, look what you did,” Ottar complained. “You’re getting his blood all over my rope.”

Knut snorted, knotted the rope one last time, then stood up. “All right. Get up, thrall.”

Edric tried to get up, and found that he could barely move his legs. His ankles burned. He would have fallen over again, if Knut hadn’t stopped him with a rough hand against his shoulder.

Edric’s ankles were tied so that there was about two feet of slack between them. He could probably still walk, if he took tiny mincing steps, but the rope chafed his raw skin whenever he moved, so that he wasn’t inclined to even try it. And in any case, he was still tied to the iron ring in the tree.

“That looks all right,” Ottar said, then gave Edric a shove. “Bend over, slut.”

Edric knew there was no point in protesting, in arguing his innocence. These men would not care, and all he would get out of it was a beating.

Seething inwardly, he bent over, clasping his bloody ankles with his hands so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Need to slick him up first,” Knut was saying. “Come on, Ottar, you know better. You can’t go in raw, you’ll rub all the skin off your dick.”

“I like them tight,” Ottar argued. “Here, let me just-”

And without further warning, he shoved his stiff cock against Edric’s hole, trying to force him open.

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