An elven lord finds his orc gardener likes to follow orders…

The softest, most baby-faced of heroes, needs to be topped so tenderly and mercilessly, and his longtime friend and rival is even kinkier. (The primary action in this story is hetero(ish) but everyone in the scene is bi/pan.)

Shrike said there was nothing interesting to do in Tirayo. Styrax said he’d never been that far west before and wouldn’t mind a warm bath. Shrike said all of Tirayo was a warm bath which never dried out, and there was nothing special about that. Besides, punishing Styrax had become less interesting because Styrax’s capacity for taking it just kept expanding. There was only so long and so hard that Shrike could beat him before his arm got tired.

Styrax promised that this time he would do anything that Shrike asked.

Anything.

“But the more relaxed my muscles became, the more arousing the thrust was. And the more aroused I became, the less my thoughts made sense. I could not call it pleasure, exactly, when he was pouring gasoline onto the flames of my outrage. With each penetration, with each pass of the blade, it was like the rope that held my mind together was being sawed through. When it snapped, the curtain that hid my inner self from view would come crashing down.”

A man sacrificed to a volcano god finds more than he expected.

A romance author relaxes at a lodge, which is exactly what she needs, even after a whole weekend away. More relaxation, yes please. But when lingers too long eyeing up the eye candy resort bartender, she gets snowbound. He's so charming and accommodating that he keeps feeding her drinks while a winter storm rages outside. After the ending of her marriage, she's ready for some ultra spicy fun and she soon finds out this surprising Pleasure Dom expertly mixes up a date better than any measly drink he's ever given her. Her delights abound as she accepts his invitation to dinner.