erotica
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“He is a wab! Half-souled, ba-less at that, My Lord!” Adom protested upon entering the temple’s main hall. We had arrived for the late evening services, Amami at my side in his new vestments, a massive white robe covering most of the new outfit. “I can agree to leave your… predilections…to yourself.” The High Lectern…
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I was sore, tired, and hungry again by the time we emerged from the woods on the opposite end of the castle from where we left off to the village.
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The chuckle that followed me into the dark left my skin tingling. Maybe I’d gained some bit of respect from Rowan. I’d never hit someone before and my fingers throbbed enough to tell me Wallace hadn’t either. I didn’t really want to repeat the experience.
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Fane collapsed onto the bed in his and Ishan’s room. They had returned to the warehouse when Bern had released him. He had thrown himself through a shower, brushed his teeth, and pulled one of the more creative mechanics off the shop floor to lop off his locks. He ran a hand through his short…
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Fearchar and Seonaid stared up in awe at the massive arched gate at the bottom of the mountain passage. It soared to heights Eoin’s memories had not clearly conveyed. They sat in a covered cart waiting as the line of merchants and travellers entered and exited through the pass. The guard in his uniform and…
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I’m so sorry, Fearchar, Seonaid. I’m out of practice. I – I – “Wha’ di’ye mean White Horse a’ the Fyskar clan? Ye’re man, nae beast. Tradition died out centuries ago. None a’ the clans claim the land tha’ way. A disgustin’ myth told in dark corners.” Fearchar cut off the apology.
Chapel Orahamm 