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New Release – Hybrids (Underlayes)

Hybrids
Underlayes, #1.5
by T.A.
Moorman, GothicMom’s Studios
 
 
Anya has never been one for the spotlight, but her family seems to now be front and center, and the talk of the town in Underlayes. In the aftermath of her mother’s death, the discovery of said mother’s deceit, and Anya’s half sister getting ready to challenge her own father for the witch’s throne, keeping a low profile may prove to be difficult.
Kierra has never been one for many words. So if she were forced to explain how she impregnated Anya, it probably wouldn’t be easy for her. Especially since the truth would mean revealing her origins; she’s not a vampire, or even anything close to it.
And living in a realm where her kind isn’t allowed may cause a few ramifications. Plus, should the kid call her Mom, or Dad?
Jump right back into the world of Underlayes where this magical family takes dysfunction to brand new heights.
 
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Chapter 1

“What the fuck happened to you, Anya?” were the only words thrown
at me as I flashed into my living quarters, right before being pulled into a
crushing embrace by my mate who was so emotional she kept flashing between
being male to female. My entire body was so numb I couldn’t tell how many times
she transformed. Truth be told, I didn’t care. Being in Kierra’s arms was all
that mattered, whether there was a perfectly sculpted masculine chest or a
large pair of succulent breasts. It meant I was finally home.

After everything that had just transpired, my entire being had
felt numb, right down to the depths of my soul, the feeling going beyond skin
and bone-deep. Being with my Fated One didn’t take all the pain away, but it
did at least make me feel grounded again and helped me to feel something other
than the pain of losing a mother whom I never had a chance to figure out I
loved more than I hated her or vice versa.
So, not only did I miss out on having a mom to idolize when I was
young, and fight with and terrorize as a teen, I also would never be able to
confront her as an adult for everything that she had done.
Even though I was more vampire than witch than my sister Tialanna,
I still resented being the one our mother had decided to let go.

My mind replayed what had happened no more than a mere few hours
ago…

“Anya, I’m not going to insult you with apologies.” My left eye
twitched at that. I couldn’t help it, and I hadn’t bothered to try and hide it.
She wasn’t supposed to die yet, and she owed me so much more than an apology.
“What I did, I did only because of how much I love you. The beliefs as they are
right now within the witch community? No way would you have been able to
survive that. The king would have taken one look at you and killed you on
sight, no questions asked and no answers needed. Which is something you girls
are going to have to change. Your fire may be gone, but a flame still burns
bright within you, honey. Hone your new element and let it shine through.”

My mother sucked in one long, final gasp of air. “I love you
girls, all of you, and I know you will make all this right.”

With that, her eyes glazed over and her body went completely limp.
Looking at my sisters, Tia and Elyssia, with tears streaming down
their faces, my own remained dry. And for a brief moment, I hated them both.
Which was completely unfair. It wasn’t their fault what happened, any of it.
But I couldn’t help the anger I felt for them having been with this woman for
their entire lives, none the wiser that I had even existed. When I looked back
down at my mother’s body, I felt anger at her for abandoning me and fear at
what she had left us to face. There was also the fact that she had given her
element to me so that I could live. There was a turmoil of emotions dominating
for control inside of me.

I allowed myself to sink deeper into Kierra’s embrace, losing
myself as her lips captured mine in a kiss that went beyond physical contact
and began to put a healing balm on my shattered soul. I don’t think I ever
referred to her as a male, even when she was penetrating me as one. Some
distant part of my brain was telling me that this time, however, I needed to
help her regain control and remain in her female form. But right then, neither
of us cared about anything except being as close to one another as possible.

So, when Kierra was finally able to settle on just one form, it
didn’t matter to me that it was her male form. And I also didn’t stop to spell
myself against getting pregnant.

I reached up and ran my hands through now shoulder-length, silky
jet-black hair as Kierra deepened the kiss even more and brought my body flush
against a chest that was all male and packed with smooth, hairless muscles, and
an erection that was impossible to miss. At some point we both must have done
away with our clothes, because before I knew it, we were already on the bed
with my legs wrapped firmly around Kierra’s waist. And we made love, as male
and female.

If I were being one-hundred percent honest with myself, I would
admit that Kierra’s male form was exactly what I needed at that moment. I loved
making love to Kierra in her female form, but that wasn’t what I needed at that
particular moment in time.

Kierra entered me hard and strong, and for a couple of moments
made no move, leaving her rock-hard shaft, seemingly growing in length, lying
there inside of me, and rubbing my clitoris with her thick, calloused thumb. My
mind blanked out of all thoughts, and primal instincts took over where all I
could do was feel as Kierra began to thrust, rubbing and hitting against my
walls at a perfect pace. “Harder,” I managed to say, right before I sank my
fangs into the throbbing pulse point that seemed to be calling out to me.

 


It wasn’t long before juices began flowing out of me as Kierra let
out a long stream of thick, wet heat inside my core. After a few more thrusts,
we came together once more. Without breaking our connection, Kierra rolled over
so that I was the one on top, and just held me as I laid my head down on that
sweaty, muscular chest. We both drifted off, content in each other’s arms, not
yet ready to let reality back in.
 
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