Insatiable Lions (A Hunter's Submission Book 3) - Free Chapter

This free sample chapter is from Insatiable Lions (A Hunter's Submission Book 3). After being used and degraded continuously by the Serpent’s Fang, Amelia finds herself in the same situation once more.

Content Warning: dubcon, submission, degradation, domination, humiliation, double penetration, creampie, gangbang

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The wheels rattled and squeaked as they rolled along the rutted path. Soft humming mingled with bird songs and buzzing insects. Warm, humid heat of late summer made her fair skin sticky. Amelia swayed with the wagon’s motion atop a crate, feeling the heat within even more intense than the lowering sun.

“...some water?” a gentle male voice drifted across the tight space, occupied with dried goods and boxes.

Her short red hair matted to the side of her face and forehead as her amber eyes flicked up to meet Jerald’s. “What?”

“Would you like some water?” he said again with a water skin extended toward her.

“Thank you.” Amelia reached for the heavy pouch with both hands then took a long pull.

Cool fluid slid down her parched throat, and the young hunter was surprised at how thirsty she was. She sighed contentedly before returning the water skin to Jerald. His brows knitted together as he eyed her.

“Are you doing alright?” he asked, placing the leather pouch on the crate next to him.

“I…” Amelia looked away from the bronze-skinned merchant, feeling her heart thud rapidly when she looked into his deep brown eyes. “I’m fine,” she said unconvincingly.

“Is the heat getting to you? It gets pretty bad around this time of the year, just before everything cools down.”

“I think so…”

Amelia squeezed her eyes shut as she wrapped both arms around herself. The summer heat was an annoyance, but it was the least of the problems. Her thighs pressed together as wetness oozed from her throbbing pussy.

The hem of the plain brown skirt brushed against her shin when the wagon hit a deep rut. Skirt was not her choice of clothing, but it was this or nothing at all since all her clothes were torn to shreds by Drezoth and Royd.

The young hunter would wear Jenkin’s clothes, but his lingering musk would stir up Hunger with every breath. It was already difficult to keep from thinking about his dexterous tongue between her folds; his accompanying scent would make this journey to Dawnhaven absolute torture.

Despite his age, the old smith was a beast when his desire took over. He fucked her pussy and ass twice each over the well-worn counter, making her climax until she lost count. Then he led Amelia into the forge and bent her over the cold anvil for another pounding.

Crystals, I can still feel him inside me. Amelia grimaced at the surging need from between her legs.

The wagon hit another bump, and her hard nipples brushed against the rough cotton shirt. Amelia clenched her jaw to suppress a moan before gingerly glancing at Jerald. The merchant toyed with a length of rope and paid no attention to her...or at least she hoped.

Not wearing any underwear made her more self-conscious about the state of her arousal. Along with her clothes, the immortal demon and the bandit tore her last two sets of undergarments to rags.

Amelia did not plan on having a company on the way to Dawnhaven. Jenkin hitched her a ride from a pair of traveling merchants who happened to pass by Southpeak. The old smith broke the news to her with a broad smile after she returned from retrieving her equipment from the bandit’s hideout.

The young hunter reluctantly accepted the offer for a full day it would save. The urgent matter of reporting Drezoth’s movement and stopping Saine from his revenge could not wait. The Birth of Harmony — an annual festival to celebrate the founding of Dawnhaven — would have started, but Amelia doubted he would strike so early on.

However, riding on a wagon forced Amelia into close confines with merchants. Their musk lingered in the air and filled her lungs with every inhale, causing Hunger to stir from its brief slumber barely an hour after leaving Southpeak.

Fuck! I can’t think of anything but the size of their cocks and their rough hands on me. Amelia gulped, then sneaked a glance at Jerald’s muscled body.

His dirty honey hair was trimmed short with days-old stubble along his square jaw. The plain white shirt and blue pants did little to hide the masculine frame beneath. With those arms, he would have little trouble pinning her to a tree and fucked her senseless.

Amelia bit her lower lip, then opened her mouth but closed it before any word came out. What am I supposed to say? Would you fuck me? That’s just crude...

Seduction was not something Amelia could perform to save her life. She was on the verge of losing control and that forced her to ask Jenkin. The second time she talked about it in his shop nearly had her heart bursting from anxiety and excitement.

“We should stop here for the night,” Sam said from his perch at the front of the wagon.

His mahogany skin glinted with a sheen of sweat in the orange sun. The sleeveless cotton shirt he wore stretched around the waist, just big enough to contain his girth. He hummed a tune as he expertly guided the horse into a clearing.

Amelia looked up from her dazed thought and caught his ebony gaze directed at her. The mustache he wore over his thick lips was wiggly on one side. His brows rose into a curious frown.

“Are you alright, girl? You look like an overripe strawberry,” he said.

“Overripe strawberry? What the?!” Jerald looked at him with a tweaked brow.

The young hunter giggled at the metaphor despite herself before shaking her head. “I’m fine. I-It’s just the heat.”

“Tell you what. I can hear a stream nearby. You should go wash up before dinner. Jay and I can take care of the camp.”

“N-No, I can help...”

“No, girl. You’re sweating like you just ran all the way from Southpeak. We can’t fight like you, but this is our jam. Between Jerald and I, we can build a fire blindfolded.”

“Like how you nearly burned half your mustache off last night?” Jerald chuckled, and Sam self-consciously smoothed the uneven hair atop his lip. “But really. We’ll take care of it. Maybe you’ll feel better after you wash up,” he said with a gentle nod.

Amelia climbed off the wagon on wobbly legs then shuffled toward the sound of running water. Yellow bled over the sky behind tall trees as she shuffled over lush undergrowth and buzzing insects. Her sweat and sticky skin felt icy from the plunge of temperature.

Foliage gave way to rocky banks and shallow, gentle current after a few minutes. The young hunter left her boots on the stony shore before tiptoeing into the clear water. Smooth pebbles crunched under her feet as she let out an exasperated sigh.

Any other time, washing up after a long day of travel would have been a blessing. But no amount of cold water could douse the flame raging in her loin. Her body craved violent pleasure of the bandits while her mind yearned for Jenkin’s gentle caress.

Her fingers curled into fists, bunching up the skirt. Maybe I should just stroll back to the camp naked and demand sex from them…

The thought made her blush furiously. Not from shame or guilt but merely embarrassment. Time with Jenkin had helped Amelia embrace her dark desire. He made her realize that pleasure came in many forms. Though hers required a bit more depraved means, it was not something to cause her shame.

The old smith accepted her need when Amelia begged him to swear and degrade her. He was awkward at first but eventually got into it. They gave and received pleasure from one another, and it was bliss.

Amelia had faced death more times than she cared to count, and the life-threatening prospect was far less daunting than asking strangers for sex. The merchants were kind and friendly, and rejection would hurt much more than a twisting knife in her gut.

I won’t be able to talk to them again if that happens.

Her short red hair fanned out as Amelia shook her head vigorously to dismiss the thought. She only needed to endure Hunger one more night before reaching Dawnhaven tomorrow morning. There were plenty of taverns in the city where she could pick up drunk men to pound the lust out of her.

But do I really want that?

A caw startled Amelia from her thoughts. Red yolk of the sun sunk more than halfway over the horizon, and the chill of the night started to creep in across the treeline. There was about half an hour of daylight left.

Cold water sloshed against her ankles as the young hunter trudged back to the rocky banks. She unclasped her belt and dropped the daggers on the ground before undressing, exposing her smooth, lithe body to the wilderness.

Amelia stepped back into the gentle current and splashed her face. The chill felt refreshing on her skin but did little to soothe her roiling desire. Her amber gaze shifted to the streaks of wetness on her thighs, and the need swelled within her core.

Her heart raced as the young hunter sat on a flat stone at the edge of water, her legs spread and her pussy throbbing. She glanced over her shoulder at the trees, wishing to see the men loomed in the shadow.

Wishing they would come over and do despicable things to her...

Pleasure surged when her dainty fingers brushed over her swollen clit. Amelia moaned through gritted teeth. Her hips bucked against her stroking digits as she quickly lost herself in ecstasy. She collapsed on the rock and pinched her hard nipple, coaxing a shudder through her spine.

The convulsion rippled out from her core, forcing stifled mewls from her pressed lips. The eruption rumbled through her convulsing body like a flash of lightning. And in an instant, the euphoria faded away, leaving behind an empty void of ravenous desire.

Amelia huffed in frustration as she sprawled unsatisfied on the cold rock. Masturbation did nothing to sate her lust. She had tried the night before, away from camp and in the dark. The pleasure was brief and unfulfilling. The fleeting climax only added to her need rather than satisfied it.

This is not enough. I need more...

Twigs snapped, and Amelia spun to her feet. “Who’s there?!” she asked into the treeline with an arm over her pert breasts.

Long seconds passed with only the sound of water before two large forms emerged from the darkening foliage. One tall and masculine, while the other plump. Sheepish smiles on their lips and their gaze on the stony banks.

“S-Sorry…” Jerald said. “W-We were collecting wood then we heard weird noises, so we came and…” He looked up at her, then quickly looked down again; a blush bloomed on his freckled cheeks.

“And you watched me…” Her eyes went wide with realization before heat seared her face.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” Sam said, scratching the back of his head. “I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.” He glanced at Jerald and chewed on his lip. “It’s been a while since we...you know. So seeing you there just caught us by surprise.”

A spike of desire shot up her spine when Amelia noticed the bulge in their pants.

“Anyway, we’ll leave now. Please don’t be mad. It was purely an accident,” Jerald said before patting his friend’s back. The two turned away together, shoulders slumped, and heads bowed.

“Wait!” Amelia cried out, feeling a rising hope for release. “D-Don’t go.”

Both of them stopped abruptly before turning around slowly. This time their gazes were on her. Lustful fire burned bright behind their eyes as they roamed over her feminine form greedily.

Amelia swallowed hard then dropped her arm to her side. “I thought maybe...I-I can help relieve those...mmmm...tension? Maybe we can clean up together.”

Their eyes bulged practically out of their sockets at her invitation. Amelia would laugh if the growing tent between their legs did not draw all of her attention. The merchants looked at one another, then back at her, and pointed fingers at their friends.

With a shake of her head, she added, “No, I’m fine with both of you.”

“Really?!” they blurted out at the same time.

“Are you sure we can…” Jerald started, then saw his friend begin to strip.

“You shouldn’t make the lady wait, stupid!” Sam said as he leaped out of his pants and dashed toward her.

Jerald grunted before nearly tearing off his clothes with those powerful arms. By the time he finished, the plump merchant was standing in front of Amelia, cock throbbing and oozing precum.

Her throat bobbed as she eyed his hard length with rising need. “C-Can I touch it?”

“Oh, girl. You can do whatever you want, but I sure hope you do more than touching,” Sam said before bracing both hands on his waist and thrusting out his hips.

Amelia dropped to her knees immediately. Jerald came skidding to a halt next to his friend, utterly bare from head to toe. Her gaze roamed his bronze skin and masculine physique before turning back to the ebony length.

Clear droplets trickled down his fat shaft as Amelia wrapped her hand around it. She glanced over to her left and reached for Jerald as well. It was not the first time she worked on two cocks at once. There were too many men at the hideout, and her holes were not enough to satisfy all of them simultaneously.

Moans of pleasure rumbled out of the merchants. Amelia leaned forward and lapped precum off the dark engorged head, causing Sam’s legs to tremble. Bitter salt spread across her tongue, and she purred delightfully.

Her soft lips wrapped around his bulbous head a heartbeat later before taking all of the ebony length in her throat. Sam groaned and gasped as he murmured praises through raspy breaths.

“Oh, sweet Crystalline smooth lips!” His fingers combed her short red hair before seizing a fist full.

Sam rocked back and forth slowly as he held her in place. His pulsing girth stretched her throat deliciously. Amelia relaxed for him with barely a thought. It came to her almost as natural as breathing at this point.

The rutting grew more frantic a minute later. The plump man swelled in her tight confines while hilting his hardness with every thrust. Amelia moaned into him, coaxing him to fuck her face even rougher.

Her fingers did not miss a beat as the young hunter worked Sam’s length with her lips. Jerald grunted and trembled in her stroking hand, but she made sure to keep him from bursting. She wanted to feel his hot seed in her belly rather than wasting it on the ground.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh Crystals!” Sam cried out, his hips buckling and his dark eyes wide.

The plump merchants impaled her throat hard just as his fat cock erupted. Hot squirts flooded her mouth before gushing down her throat. Amelia gulped eagerly, savoring every drop of his gooey load.

His cock dislodged from her sucking lips a moment later. Sam heaved a contented sigh as he stumbled back with delirious glee on his face. Amelia licked her lips before quickly turning her attention to the bronze length in her hand.

Jerald promptly stepped in front of her. Excitement danced behind his brown eyes. She lapped over his throbbing crown eagerly. Sam’s heat still glowed in her stomach, but the young hunter already wanted more.

The tall merchant slid down her eager channel in one smooth motion. He groaned with pleasure as a shudder rolled through his masculine frame. His spicy musk filled her nostrils when she licked his balls while he throbbed in her throat.

“Let me pay you back, girl,” Sam said from behind her.

Large hands held her slender waist before guiding Amelia into a bend-over position along the rocky banks. She expected a hard cock in her drenched pussy, but soft wetness ran across her slit instead.

“Mmmmm,” Amelia let out a muffled moan as pleasure surged up her back.

Thick fingers pushed deep into her smoldering depth, reaching and pressing into the sweet pressure point in her pliable walls. She quivered with ecstasy but never missed a beat on Jerald’s cock.

Teeth closed softly on her throbbing clit, sending goosebumps across her arched back. Sam sucked and lashed at her sensitive nub and coaxed a burbling groan from her. Amelia pushed against his lips, desperate for more.

Jerald clasped both hands on her head and began to rut in and out of her sucking lips. The thrusting fingers in her pussy stirred up a torrent of pleasure as the young hunter rocked between the two men, bouncing back and forth while whining obscenely.

“How do you like it, girl?” Sam asked between licking and sucking at her throbbing clit.

Amelia vigorously bucked against his fat digits and tongue in reply.

Drool coated her chin as Jerald face-fucked her without restraints. The gentle merchant was gone. His muscles swelled, and veins bulged on his neck and temples. His cock pulsed rapidly with every forceful thrust.

With a powerful shove of his hips, the tall merchant howled with release. His shaft swelled within her tightness as hot seed sprayed her throat. Molten heat smoldered in her belly as Amelia swallowed gleefully before pleasure exploded in her core.

Her entire body quaked from the sudden rush of ecstasy as she gurgled into the milky flood, spilling the delicious fluid from the corners of her mouth and nose. Jerald pulled out of her in surprise from her abrupt convulsion.

The last of his squirt splashed her face before Amelia collapsed on the ground in a shuddering heap. Her lithe body continued to spasm, but a dazed smile stretched her lips. “Oh! Nghh! Oh fuck!”

“Exactly!” Sam said and squatted down next to her. “That’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

Wave after wave of aftershock rushed over her before the climax slowly tapered after long minutes. Amelia let out a long exhale before grinning up at Sam. “Wh-Where did you learn to do that?” she asked in astonishment when her fingers never brought so much pleasure.

“It takes practice, girl.” He flashed her a giant smile before looking up at Jerald. “I tried to teach this guy. Somehow, he ain’t got talent. I can teach you the technique, but you’ll have to pay quite a hefty fee.” His dark gaze roamed her smooth, youthful body.

Amelia smirked. “You can name whatever fee you want, Sam.”

“Well, about that. It’s getting dark, and I think we should go back to the camp,” Jerald said before scooping her up in his arms.

Amelia yelped but did not try to push away. She wanted to insist on walking on her own but knew her legs would not comply willingly. “Thank you,” she said instead as the tall merchant pulled her close against his broad chest.

“No worries.” He nodded, then he frowned. “Sorry about that,” he said before jerking his chin at the murky smear on her face.

“Oh, this? It’s nothing,” Amelia said before wiping his cooling seed from her face then licked at her fingers. “I don’t mind it at all.”

Jerald tweaked a brow with a chuckle and started walking. “Are all female hunters like you?”

“Like me?”

“Yeah. Cute and friendly...and kind of kinky? I was expecting a tough, brooding woman when Jenkin asked us to give you a ride.”

“Ha! Well, there are definitely big and strong women around. Not sure about kinky...Wait! Are you saying I’m kinky?” She raised a brow and questioning smile at him.

The tall merchant shrugged. “I-I...Don't get me wrong. I meant it in a good way...You see, it’s hard to find a woman who would enjoy the company of two men. Sam and I rarely had sex because we didn’t want to leave the other person hanging...And brothels are kind of expensive for two. You know what I mean?”

“Well, I can hitch a ride with you from time to time and help you relieve those tensions then.” Amelia grinned mischievously up at him.

“I wouldn’t say no to that...and I know the big guy would jump at your offer.” He grinned then glanced back at Sam, following a few steps away with their belongings in his arms.

A small clearing came into view after a few minutes of walking through the woods. Darkness fell around them, and the temperature dropped quickly, causing Amelia to shiver with a sudden chill.

Sam walked into the clearing a moment later and placed their things on the ground and moved to build a fire, rubbing his arms and shivering as he went. Jerald put her down on the bedroll then turned to help his friend.

Amelia wanted to tell them that she could help. The young hunter traveled alone for years and could build a fire but being spoiled felt nice. So she decided to hug her knees against her chest and watch them work.

Cute and funny? That’s the first. A smile curled her lips.

A flare started on the kindling, then flickered into a small orange glow as the men cautiously blew and added twigs. A minute later, a bright flame enveloped the clearing in a sphere of yellow and warmth.

The merchants stood and wiped sweat from their brows, but when they turned toward her, their eyes were alight with carnal fire. Her pussy twitched as they closed the short distance in a heartbeat. They were going to fuck her silly, and Amelia would enjoy every second of it.

“You want to go first, big guy?” Jerald asked his friend after wiping his hands on a rag.

Sam did likewise, then said, “Don’t mind if I do.”

“No…” Amelia interrupted, her voice thick with desire. “I want both of you.”

The stun was palpable on their faces. She smiled roguishly when they did not say anything. “Why are you so surprised? You just said that I’m kinky. Get over here and fuck me already.”

Sam laughed heartily, “you’re full of surprises, girl! Why are you looking so confused, Jay?! Let’s give the lady what she wants.”

Their cocks were already stiff by the time they reached the bedroll. Amelia eagerly pushed Jerald on his back and straddled him. His hardness slid inside her dripping folds easily. A delicious tremble rose up her spine, coaxing a gasping moan from her lips.

“Where do you want me?” the plump merchant asked.

It took all the willpower for Amelia to keep from rutting atop Jerald. “I-In my ass…” she purred.

“In my ass, she says! Damn, girl! I’m liking you more and more.”

The dark-skinned man squatted down behind her, and the young hunter leaned forward for him. He spat into his palms then rubbed his shaft until it glistened. Her fingers raked over Jerald’s muscled chest as Sam pushed against her pink ring. The tightness resisted his advance for a heartbeat before giving in.

His bulbous head popped inside her, and Amelia shuddered. Sex with Jenkin was wonderful, but it did not provide the fullness two cocks could. Though the bandits were grotesque men, they had taught her the pleasure of being filled to the brim.

Bliss prevented her from swelling with a child as the thieves callously pumped her womb full of cum every minute of the day. Vigor healed the damages they inflicted and kept her tight and firm even after the brutal sex. Amelia would not survive the encounter if not for the two crystals.

“Nghhh! You’re so big…” she gasped as the plump man invaded her rear inch by inch.

“I-I know!” Sam rasped before thrusting his hips forward, ramming the remaining half of his length into her at once.

“Ohhhh!” the young hunter cried out when an orgasm unexpectedly slammed into her.

“How is--”

Sam’s words stopped abruptly when a massive figure burst into the clearing. A roar followed. Her euphoric-dazed mind failed to comprehend the situation as Jerald’s face paled instantly. A blurry form with gray skin and red eyes rushed at them.

A yelp bellowed from behind her before a powerful force threw the plump merchant back. A large hand seized her slender waist then yanked her up. Pleasure of aftershock shuddered through her, making her helpless even as she recognized the intruder.

Her thoughts finally focused after the climax subsided, and panic came at full force as direness of the situation slammed into her. His cock throbbed angrily barely inches between her legs. She thrashed, but his grip did not budge in the slightest.

Did he follow the scent of sex here?! She drew Vigor and tried to pry his fingers open.

His bulbous head pressed against her pussy, coaxing a shudder that drained strength from her limbs. The demon stretched her entrance wide as he forced his monstrosity into her. The young hunter grunted but lacked power to resist.

Getting fuck was the least of her worries. The fact that brutes could keep going for a whole day without rest was more concerning. Amelia would become a slobbering mess by the time he sated his lust if he did not crush her to death in the throes of his ecstasy first.

It’s all over if he fucks me right now!

The merchants, strong as they were, had no chance against the hulking creature. Only death awaited them if the young hunter faltered here. Another inch slipped in, and her legs went numb from pleasure.

“Nghh! Stop!” Amelia grunted, fighting down desire as she struggled to focus.

A guttural roar tore through the silence of night before the demon’s grip loosened around her waist. The young hunter forced his fist apart with a surge of Vigor and twisted out. She rolled away from the brute as soon as she landed.

“Get away! Get away!” Jerald shouted at her, waving a burning log at the gray monster.

“No, you don’t!” Amelia said through gritted teeth as dark energy filled her legs with strength and rushed for the daggers inside the pile of clothing.

The brute jarred the flaming log from Jerald with one mighty swipe before throwing his fist down at the merchant. He froze in fear, but Amelia tackled him out of harm just in time.

“Don’t move!” she ordered before hurriedly turning to face the demon.

Her blades glinted yellow as Amelia dashed at her oversized opponent. She ducked beneath his attacks before slashing at his thighs and stomach. With only Vigor to aid her, the young hunter had no choice but to fight in close quarters.

Black blood splashed her naked body with every gash she drew across his flesh. Amelia read through his strikes with ease and overwhelmed him with her agility. The two intense climaxes helped weaken Hunger. Though it continued to prod at her mind, the effect was faint.

The ground shook when the demon tumbled to his knees. Countless cuts the young hunter inflicted finally showed results. She plunged her daggers into his throat, and blood gurgled from his mouth. His red eyes rolled back into his skull before the brute toppled to the ground.

“Sam! Sam!” Jerald shouted.

“What’s wrong?!” Amelia spun toward the merchants in a panic.

“He--He’s hurt bad!”

The young hunter gasped when she saw the gashes on his chest. Red blood poured from three lines of gaping wounds. Sam’s skin grew paler with every passing second. The fact that he was unconscious made her want to assume the worst.

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