The May Queen
No one knew who the Horned King was, this year or any year. He ran with the rest of the Hunt, but he was above it. He was not to lie with any of the women. He could toy with them, tease them, pleasure them, or avoid them entirely if he wished, but he was to greet the dawn unfulfilled.
This had never happened. He was always seduced, and the woman that brought him down was crowned the May Queen come dawn. She alone was honored with freedom from the Hunt, forever.
Tonight, Eireine and her lover Thea will join the other eligible youth of their village and run in the Hunt, the yearly rite of passage... and passion. They will see sunset as girls, but by the May dawn, they will emerge from the woods as women. Eireine may discover that the erotic revelations of the flesh are just one component of what makes a woman... and of what makes a queen.
This 12,000 word novella is erotica and contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations: lesbian, heterosexual, voyeurism, masturbation, sex with a person of unknown identity, loss of virginity, and pagan fertility rites.
Excerpt:
The veiled women laid their hands on her, and she felt the fog of her flesh grow solid with each touch, as if they were molding her anew. She felt her fingers come into being, one by one, and she moved them experimentally against the dry, satiny palms that held her hands. Eireine felt hands cup her wrists and slide upwards, drawing her arms into new being as if the women were rolling gloves all the way to her shoulders. Her shoulders felt firm and narrow, and she could feel her bones there. Her throat, long; her jawline, sharp and proud.
Fingertips traced soft pads of flesh beneath her eyes and brushed the lids above them. Eireine opened her eyes and saw nothing but a field of red, the first color she could remember seeing in... how long? Memory was fugue. The redness was a length of soft fabric, heavy and cold, soaked in spring water. They laid it over her eyes and she was again lost in darkness. Fingers stroked her earlobes, and rivulets of chill water ran from the blindfold and into her ears.
The fingers slipped across her lips, and she felt them part. One slender finger teased its way to her tongue, and she tasted salt and sweetness on it. Eireine moved the tip of her tongue across the fingertip and the labyrinth of the fingerprint bloomed in her mind's eye, a blue galaxy of curling whorls and sensation. She sucked gently at the digit as it withdrew slowly from between her lips, and she sighed.
"1113854242"
This had never happened. He was always seduced, and the woman that brought him down was crowned the May Queen come dawn. She alone was honored with freedom from the Hunt, forever.
Tonight, Eireine and her lover Thea will join the other eligible youth of their village and run in the Hunt, the yearly rite of passage... and passion. They will see sunset as girls, but by the May dawn, they will emerge from the woods as women. Eireine may discover that the erotic revelations of the flesh are just one component of what makes a woman... and of what makes a queen.
This 12,000 word novella is erotica and contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations: lesbian, heterosexual, voyeurism, masturbation, sex with a person of unknown identity, loss of virginity, and pagan fertility rites.
Excerpt:
The veiled women laid their hands on her, and she felt the fog of her flesh grow solid with each touch, as if they were molding her anew. She felt her fingers come into being, one by one, and she moved them experimentally against the dry, satiny palms that held her hands. Eireine felt hands cup her wrists and slide upwards, drawing her arms into new being as if the women were rolling gloves all the way to her shoulders. Her shoulders felt firm and narrow, and she could feel her bones there. Her throat, long; her jawline, sharp and proud.
Fingertips traced soft pads of flesh beneath her eyes and brushed the lids above them. Eireine opened her eyes and saw nothing but a field of red, the first color she could remember seeing in... how long? Memory was fugue. The redness was a length of soft fabric, heavy and cold, soaked in spring water. They laid it over her eyes and she was again lost in darkness. Fingers stroked her earlobes, and rivulets of chill water ran from the blindfold and into her ears.
The fingers slipped across her lips, and she felt them part. One slender finger teased its way to her tongue, and she tasted salt and sweetness on it. Eireine moved the tip of her tongue across the fingertip and the labyrinth of the fingerprint bloomed in her mind's eye, a blue galaxy of curling whorls and sensation. She sucked gently at the digit as it withdrew slowly from between her lips, and she sighed.
The May Queen
No one knew who the Horned King was, this year or any year. He ran with the rest of the Hunt, but he was above it. He was not to lie with any of the women. He could toy with them, tease them, pleasure them, or avoid them entirely if he wished, but he was to greet the dawn unfulfilled.
This had never happened. He was always seduced, and the woman that brought him down was crowned the May Queen come dawn. She alone was honored with freedom from the Hunt, forever.
Tonight, Eireine and her lover Thea will join the other eligible youth of their village and run in the Hunt, the yearly rite of passage... and passion. They will see sunset as girls, but by the May dawn, they will emerge from the woods as women. Eireine may discover that the erotic revelations of the flesh are just one component of what makes a woman... and of what makes a queen.
This 12,000 word novella is erotica and contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations: lesbian, heterosexual, voyeurism, masturbation, sex with a person of unknown identity, loss of virginity, and pagan fertility rites.
Excerpt:
The veiled women laid their hands on her, and she felt the fog of her flesh grow solid with each touch, as if they were molding her anew. She felt her fingers come into being, one by one, and she moved them experimentally against the dry, satiny palms that held her hands. Eireine felt hands cup her wrists and slide upwards, drawing her arms into new being as if the women were rolling gloves all the way to her shoulders. Her shoulders felt firm and narrow, and she could feel her bones there. Her throat, long; her jawline, sharp and proud.
Fingertips traced soft pads of flesh beneath her eyes and brushed the lids above them. Eireine opened her eyes and saw nothing but a field of red, the first color she could remember seeing in... how long? Memory was fugue. The redness was a length of soft fabric, heavy and cold, soaked in spring water. They laid it over her eyes and she was again lost in darkness. Fingers stroked her earlobes, and rivulets of chill water ran from the blindfold and into her ears.
The fingers slipped across her lips, and she felt them part. One slender finger teased its way to her tongue, and she tasted salt and sweetness on it. Eireine moved the tip of her tongue across the fingertip and the labyrinth of the fingerprint bloomed in her mind's eye, a blue galaxy of curling whorls and sensation. She sucked gently at the digit as it withdrew slowly from between her lips, and she sighed.
This had never happened. He was always seduced, and the woman that brought him down was crowned the May Queen come dawn. She alone was honored with freedom from the Hunt, forever.
Tonight, Eireine and her lover Thea will join the other eligible youth of their village and run in the Hunt, the yearly rite of passage... and passion. They will see sunset as girls, but by the May dawn, they will emerge from the woods as women. Eireine may discover that the erotic revelations of the flesh are just one component of what makes a woman... and of what makes a queen.
This 12,000 word novella is erotica and contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations: lesbian, heterosexual, voyeurism, masturbation, sex with a person of unknown identity, loss of virginity, and pagan fertility rites.
Excerpt:
The veiled women laid their hands on her, and she felt the fog of her flesh grow solid with each touch, as if they were molding her anew. She felt her fingers come into being, one by one, and she moved them experimentally against the dry, satiny palms that held her hands. Eireine felt hands cup her wrists and slide upwards, drawing her arms into new being as if the women were rolling gloves all the way to her shoulders. Her shoulders felt firm and narrow, and she could feel her bones there. Her throat, long; her jawline, sharp and proud.
Fingertips traced soft pads of flesh beneath her eyes and brushed the lids above them. Eireine opened her eyes and saw nothing but a field of red, the first color she could remember seeing in... how long? Memory was fugue. The redness was a length of soft fabric, heavy and cold, soaked in spring water. They laid it over her eyes and she was again lost in darkness. Fingers stroked her earlobes, and rivulets of chill water ran from the blindfold and into her ears.
The fingers slipped across her lips, and she felt them part. One slender finger teased its way to her tongue, and she tasted salt and sweetness on it. Eireine moved the tip of her tongue across the fingertip and the labyrinth of the fingerprint bloomed in her mind's eye, a blue galaxy of curling whorls and sensation. She sucked gently at the digit as it withdrew slowly from between her lips, and she sighed.
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| BN ID: | 2940015818109 |
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| Publisher: | Chambre Bleue Books |
| Publication date: | 11/27/2012 |
| Series: | Sylvan Seductions , #1 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 661 KB |
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