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  Singto Not too far from where he is standing with his grandmother, Singto can see his turtle being surrounded by fawning residents of the island as the fair young man strums his guitar and sings aloud. His eyes saw red when he noticed the infatuated looks both men and women throw towards the singing omega. Taking a deep calming breath, Singto controls the strong urge he has to snatch his mate and lock him up somewhere only he can see him. "Pffft!" A teasing laugh beside Singto woke him up from his reverie on how and where he'll 'stow away' his little turtle. Indifferently, the alpha glanced at the gleeful wise woman beside him. Still chuckling, Granny teasingly scoffed at Singto's jealousy. "No need to be so possessive, young man. Attractive as your mate may be, no one in the island would be stupid enough to dare and try to touch what you've marked as yours. The best these men and women can do is stare. No more, no less. N'Krist is yours. There

 Rattling keys resounded followed by a couple of footsteps. "How many this time?" "Five, my king. Three females and two males." Mew, king of the lions looked towards his younger brother's bed. "There's no other scent but his." "The prince satisfied his lust in the other room." The king of lion beastmen raised a brow. He doesn't think the word 'satisfied' fit the picture. His little brother fucks but not until exhausted or satisfied. He fucks until his playmates could not move anymore. "Has the car been prepared?" For a second the adjutant was not able to respond. Most probably because he did not expect the king to ask about the prince's transportation out of nowhere. "Yes. Yes, king." Walking towards his brother whom he's sure to be awake by now, Mew dismissed the adjutant. "The sun is barely up, brother." Singto's low growl resounded. If it was another person but him, they would have

  Bas "Feels good-ah! Hmmmn. . . Phi. . . goood. . . !" Moaning deliriously at the feel of Godt's big hands on his body, Bas shifts his body closer to his mate's. Hot lips kiss the soft cord of the omega's neck as impatient hands touch his smooth skin. Gasping repeatedly at the sweet heat burning his body, Bas allows Godt to do what he wants. As the alpha gets rid of every piece of clothing on him, Bas takes it upon himself to to the same for his partner. His trembling fingers did not stop him from getting the job done. The picture Godt painted with no clothes on is like a wet dream turned reality for Bas. Strong body packed with muscles in all the right places. . . Bas can't help but inwardly drool! Gazes full of lust met, clung, unable to look away. As if hypnotized, the lovers kissed as if there's no tomorrow. Tongue met tongue, lips devoured each other, hungry for more. From his lips, Godt's open mouthed kisses traveled down towards the sensitive a