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Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
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16 Jun 2026
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After Laura’s murder, Derek has only one thing on his mind: revenge. He travels tirelessly across the land in search of her killers: the Argent royal family in Frankonia. After three years of campaigns and battles, he is closer to his goal than ever before. What still stands between them? The small country of Pechtar. But they surrender without a fight and even throw him a banquet. Why not take advantage of the break and let the beautiful belly dancer warm his bed? Honey-brown eyes and alabaster skin literally cast a spell over him.
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16 Jun 2026
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It was no surprise what exactly Stiles had in mind for a little extra compensation after they both clocked out from the bite.
"You haven't even seen it yet," Derek said, not protesting exactly... just clearly having underestimated Stiles' eagerness to jump straight in.
"That makes it all the more exciting, don't you think?" Stiles shot back, taking his plush bottom lip between his teeth.
They'd fucked only hours ago—Derek's knot tying them together in his office, but that didn't stop his dick from giving an interested jump at the prospect of more.
It was all to easy to imagine Stiles' pretty pussy red and gushing with his come once more.
"What am I going to do with you?" Derek asked, anticipation settling thickly in his gut as he stared at his boy.
Stiles smiled, wide and eager, offering a coy: "Hopefully a lot of things,"
Inspired by/sequel to the story it’s just a curve upon the lips, the hips by scribespirare
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16 Jun 2026
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The moon was high and sharp in the sky, nearing its peak, casting long luminous streams through the large wall length windows.
Rays of light shining across Stiles' shuddering form where he lay sprawled naked and face down on the living room floor of Derek's loft.
"No more," Stiles croaked, voice hoarse, throat nearly raw.
His eyes were closed, but he could hear the sharp click click click of Derek's paw pads as he drew closer, feel the moist heat of his breath against the skin of Stiles' reddened ass.
A cool nose shoved at him, Derek's chest rumbling in a low growl. Stiles immediately understood the silent demand for what it was: Lift your ass up.
"I can't," he shook his head against the floor, his asshole was done for—alliterated beyond repair. "Derek, please." come from the previous rounds was still leaking out of him, slicking his thighs and dripping onto the floor.
Derek's growl deepened into a snarl, and sharp teeth nipped at his skin, a warning. A demand. Obey.
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16 Jun 2026
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Peter's offer in the abandoned parking garage goes a little differently.
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16 Jun 2026