That Which Is Desired :: ?: possessed
I went about my business like a dragon possessed. My mind was stuck on her. I couldn't forget her heat, her voice, her scent. I was haunted, tortured by her memory. I reminded myself that she was probably--no, almost certainly--better off with...
That Which Is Desired :: X: precipice
The Icefire range was cold and hard, the mountains black and barren. Ice and snow cascaded over every ledge, making their climb treacherous and slow. Akio sat huddled in Anjel's cloak on the large brown horse as Anjel led it through the winding steps...
That Which Is Desired :: VIII: penance
Akio was surprised to hear the herald call out Anjel's name. As the messenger dragon walked down the red carpeting, the idle chatter of the court grew silent. Akio's heart ached at the sight of him. Since they were interrupted by Glyph, she hadn't seen...
That Which Is Desired :: VII: break
_They gave me a fucking weapon._ Xynon could hardly suppress his glee. The sexy little dragoness from the closet, Samsara, was the one to dress him. The entire time, Glyph was in the room. While Xynon entertained far from innocent daydreams, the...
That Which Is Desired :: IX: prey
Anjel waited until the buzz of the camp went down, and later still, to be sure that everyone but the lookouts would be sleeping. He didn't show it outwardly, but he was quite worried about Akio's safety. Holed up in a tent, close with all of those...
That Which Is Desired :: XIV: agape
She visited him every day. She brought him meager rations. Though he was starving, Anjel could not bring himself to take the food. He was freezing, aching, his insides raw with worry. He felt Akio's absence keenly. He didn't know how many days had...
Carnal Adventure: Maverick
I noticed her watching me halfway through my act. The lights were too dim for me to really get a look at her, but I liked what I could see. The tiny top she wore left little to the imagination, especially with the way she was leaning on the stage....
Slave to a Sadist: Rumour Has It
Søren watched him with that cold, unfeeling gaze as Southstar neared. A studied gaze was nothing new--being a slave normalized many otherwise uncomfortable situations. Rather like the one he was in now. His new Master, the sadistic maned wolf, lay...
(making) Love
Love. Making love. Are these the words that pass through my mind in those dark, heated moments? Are there words at all? I am filled with want, I am filled with need. I'm burning for your touch but unable to articulate. Your skin is hot beneath my...