Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love

Branwyn’s Love

by

Daryl Devoré

The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.

Here is an excerpt:

Note – Gon-dra – means Prince

As Branwyn walked down the passageway, no sounds echoed. Guards snapped to attention as she passed. Someone cried out. Not a cry of grief, but one of bliss. She hurried in the direction she believed it came from. Standing next to a broad door, what she heard caused her to pause. “Gon-Dra. Release into me. More. More! More!”

Branwyn opened the door enough to slip inside. It was a large room, one she had never been in. At the far end, Malacke pounded himself into a screaming dune. She sat in a chair, with her raised legs suspended by straps. He held her roughly by her hair and possessed her with a furious energy. From the doorway, Branwyn could see the sweat rolling off his back.

“No wait, I am not ready to surrender,” the dune called.

“…care not!” he gasped slamming himself into her with such force that the chair moved. “Aaaah!” When his breath returned, he slipped his manhood out of her. As he dressed he said, “Release yourself. It is not the concern of the gon-dra if a dune is pleasured.” He exited by a side door.

The dune struggled to free her legs from their straps. Seed from Malacke dripped from her pleasure hole. Branwyn crossed the room. “You are Sasha?”

The dune nodded.

“Let me finish you. You need releasing.”

Sweat dripped from Sasha’s face. “There.” She pointed to a manhood-shaped object on the floor. “Use it inside me.”

“It is shaped like a swollen man.”

“Yes, it is used when no man is around and you wish to pleasure yourself. Have you not learned?”

Branwyn shook her head.

“Place it in me. Yes, slide it back and forth like a man, were he to be bedding me.” The dune rubbed her clit while she squeezed her nipple. “Harder.”

Fascinated at the motion of the manhood sliding in and out of the dune, Branwyn tried to give her the satisfaction she’d been denied by Malacke. Her groans and the slurping sounds from where her pleasure came from filling the room. The dune demanded more, harder and faster. Branwyn’s arm ached. The dune’s body gave a short convulse. “Oh. Oh. I surrender. I surrender!” Branwyn continued her movements for a moment then slowed. When the dune relaxed, she pulled out the artificial manhood.

Branwyn lowered the dune’s legs and helped her out of the chair.

“I will sleep here.” Sasha dropped to a pillow on the floor.

“No, you need your bed. Can you walk?”

“I do not think so. I feel like I have been torn into two. The gon-dra’s powerful in his thrusts, but he seemed possessed by something this evening. A demon he could not expel.”