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Her NameMost of The Netherlands feared entering Feglen Forest. Legends abounded about this place. Whispers which foretold that dark fey, as well as good, roamed these woods.It was oft believed that both could quickly become dangerous to humans if crossed.One could cut down the wrong tree and piss them off.The fog hung over everything today, reaching over the ground like searching fingers, combined with the overwhelming sense that eyes were everywhere. Sending all his senses into high alert. Which had him jumping at the slightest sounds.Branches creaked and leaves scraped together even when the breeze stopped, like creatures peeled from the bark to peer at Zier as he made his way through their woods.It’s an eerie feeling. He didn’t like it. Not in the least. Imagining that vines along the forest floor might unravel from beneath the leaves to catch Heretic’s feet any moment.He could see why people might believe such things after a morning travel in the fog shrouded forest. Moss c
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Don't Touch It!Zierno was disturbed by Lofan’s hut. But that nervousness abated as he banished thoughts of it from his mind. Refusing to dwell on the odd circumstances.Especially, since he could make no ready sense of them.But as he rode back toward the shack, the fine hairs on his neck began to spike and he shuddered.The energy in the woods had changed.His heart sped minutely, and his instincts were telling him that something wasn’t right in the forest.The urge to get back to the woman was overwhelming. He could nearly hear her shouting for him in his mind.Help me. A rushed whisper that seemed to echo to him from every direction all at once. Echoing as though small creatures were whispering it back to each other. Desperate for him to hear the call.He looked around. Swearing that he saw eyes in the bark of trees nearby, the figure of a creature standing near a shrub, wearing leaves all along its silhouette.Pushing Heretic hard he ran throughout the cool night, weaving Heretic
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No Lady“I am no warrior, lady. A mere mercenary.”“And I am no lady.” She corrected. “You fear me a Dread but address me as more. Why?”He frowned. He had no real answer to offer.I don’t know. He suspected it was because she presented herself as nearly regal.It feels like I should give her a title.Releasing her warm hand, he abruptly he rose and dusted off his pants. Time to end this conversation.“Your suffering seems to have abated. I have much to do to build us a suitable shelter.”She was silent, merely watching him with her penetrating brown gaze.He gave her his back and strode to the entrance. Pausing in the entryway he looked over his shoulder. “I would caution you though, lady. I’ve spoken more to you than most…and I would find my own answers soon enough.”If you’re unwilling to give them to me, I’ll go find them.Her jaw tightened, but her face was unreadable.Still not talking.MIERNEPHENOnce he’d left the shack, Miernephen relaxed.The warrior saw everything. Missed n
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Captain Dorin's IntentDORINDorin knew but would not be the one to report it to the king.Giving a brief nod at the king’s commands he backed from the Receiving Room and strode smoothly across the bailey. Sweat still touched his hairline from his illness the night passed. A sweet maid named Marie had helped soothe his ills but he could still feel his pallor lingering today. A bite in the wind helped add life to his cheeks, as did the thought of finally killing Zierno.The boy had never been anything but trouble. He’d charmed the king young and proceeded to climb into his favor every day after that.Dorin had hungered for the throne his whole life. He’d made a pretty name for himself amongst the kingdoms as a respected commander, an ingenious warlord.Despite his illness he intended to take the throne before his illness gripped him fully. For years he’d struggled against the rasping cough and growing fatigue but today there was a spring in his step and a greedy glitter to his eye.Wit
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Physical GreedShe pulled him mechanically toward her, flexing him into her throat until she finally had to gasp for air. She suctioned off him with a pop, heaving for air and looking at him with watering eyes.“Holy Hell, Woman.” He shook his head in wonder. “You are certainly set for the crazy house.”“Shut up and fuck me.” She laid flat and guided him down her body. Stroking him down the crease between her rising breasts and down the plane of her belly.He slid his knees back to keep up with her.She guided him down along her belly button and through the small nest of gold hair and to her slit. Roughly rubbing him along her so he popped up under her hood before sliding back down toward her tail.Then forward again.He fell over her in a half pushup.She lifted her hips to meet him. Hooking her feet along his backside as she rose up to leverage her body over him. Sinking him into her brutally.He gasped at the sudden feel of her heat. Sucking him into her until his base rested again
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King Eben frowned and stopped, the guards around him stopping as well to watch Zier approach.Zierno was oblivious to them. His cloak wrapped around the small shape he carried. He was focused on his task.Eben’s sharp eye caught droplets of blood falling down Zierno’s pant leg from who he carried.Where was his Kelpie head? Glowering he watched Zierno until he finally looked up and saw them.Zierno stopped abruptly meeting the king’s unwavering look. His eyes darkened with guilt.Eben stood with a question on his lips. Opening his mouth to speak he was shocked into silence when the creature in Zierno’s arms lifted her head to look at him.Eben stared mesmerized at the petite woman in Zierno’s arms. Fascinatingly huge brown eyes watched him, expressionless. Her face was small and oval dominated by the wide eyes and a full lush mouth. Her small nose was perfectly formed and delicately upturned. High cheekbones drew down to that mouth, causing a an aggressive stirring inside Eben. As she
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Ardae MythMiernephen was once a powerful Spriggan ministering to the needs of Feglen Forest. A creature of beauty and magic. Favored by the Green King.She tended all the living things around her. Bringing each tree to fruition at its designated time. Every flower to bloom. Every leaf to the perfect state of unfurling. Like artwork painted with the magic of her soul.Welcoming into her arms, each tiny creature which wished to greet her.Believing herself invulnerable to threat, she was oblivious to the plans of the Water Spriggan. Devious wretches jealous of her power, they hungered to harness her magic and lusted to possess her joyful innocence under their control.They crept from their watery home to peer around trees at her. Their dark, shining eyes taking in the sight of her in her wispy leaf gowns. Watching the roundness of her delicious hips as she moved. Seeing the light slanting across bits of flesh visible along her small stomach. Her long shimmering hair moving about her sh
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Their TormentThe reaction of the Seringue shackle was immediate. Coursing with magic generated by that single word. Sending vibrations through her body which she had never experienced before.Miernephen’s back bowed violently, and her legs moved further open in involuntary offering. She’d lost control of her flesh which now yearned desperately for something she didn’t understand.The Water Prince released her enough to lift his torso off her. He caught the top of her leaf gown and wrenched it down. The vines over her shoulders stretched before snapping and letting the dress be pushed down to her hips. Revealing her jutting breasts tipped in shimmering gold nipples. Matching the bit of gold which flecked along her stomach and around the arching rise of her hips.The Water Prince’s dark eyes roved over her hungrily. He licked his lips and roughly palmed a large breast, rolling it against her as he felt it.She shook her head, willing them to cease. But her body had her knees lifting to
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