Moira had been warned to stay away from Night's Edge Forest. But a search for a lost
animal has forced her inside. Now, the mighty Lord of the Forest holds her in his
control. His overwhelming power has her at his command from they moment they meet,
and she wants nothing more than to bind her life to his. But will she prove herself
worthy of his desire? And if she does, what will be the result of the mingling of
human blood with one of the ancient forest gods?
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Like a cornered animal, brought to bay at last, she turned to face her pursuer.
Her shaking hands held the staff, and her grip tightened, ready to fight.
“Come on out then,” she growled, fear and unwilling lust replaced by resolve.
“Show yourself to me.”
A long pause, then the Lord of the Forest appeared.
He took the form of a mighty stag, picking his way delicately from under the
shadows of the trees. Five feet high at the shoulder, he towered over her, even from
a distance. His coat was a deep dark red, the color of blood, caught with burrs and
twigs and leaf fragments. His eyes were a liquid black, beautiful in the dim light.
A mighty crown of antlers erupted from his head, the wide span seeming to cradle
the sky itself.
Oh. Now I understand. The mingling of fear and lust. Oh, Moira, don't make a
mistake now. If the old tales are true, you are about to be blessed above all women.
Claire Chamberlain and her family were members of a holy coven hiding themselves
away from the ancient evil which hunted them. Their sexual energy could be used for
the benefit of all, but they needed a man of power to channel it.
John Chamberlain was the only male child of his generation. When the power of the
Crossing hit, he would be expected to mate with...
The Witch's Daughter.
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She would change her clothes, she decided. She paused the DVR and bounced upstairs.
She shucked her jeans and the shirt she had worn to school and looked in her dresser
for something fun to wear.
To hell with the panties. It's too warm and Mom won't let me turn on the AC.
“Save the planet.” Hah. What's the use of saving the planet when my pussy is all
Susanna's face burned as the naughty word echoed in her head. But it was. Her
pussy was itchy and she was tired of not having a boyfriend. Tired of being a virgin.
She didn't miss Larry. After she saw the way he stared at the rest of the family
at the barbecue she knew he was a dog. But she wanted what Tricia and the rest of
her girlfriends had. They had told her about how much fun sex was, especially if
you had the right boy.
Sighing, she pulled on a pair of tight cut-offs and a crop-top that had fit
her two years ago. She had outgrown it, but she loved the way it pulled tight across
her chest and showed off her boobs. Stretching her arms over her head, she looked
in the mirror.
Showing a little under-boob there, girl. She giggled to herself. Actually, showing
a LOT of under-boob. It barely covers your nips.
Who cares? It's not like anyone who minds is going to see it. John pretends
he doesn't like it, but I know he does. And Mom tells me my body is a gift from the
Goddess, and that it is wrong to be ashamed of it.