Author's note: this is an unapologetically nonhuman love story told from a twin perspective. This story, Grey-Eye, tells the story from the female point of view; its sister story, Echobright, tells the story from the male perspective. Enjoy. * * * The wind roared under my wings, supporting me. With a powerful downward beat I thrust myself forwards through...
Chapter 6: A new mission, myths and mounts. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Her night was filled with dreams, dreams of flying across the land, the roar of hooves pounding. She galloped across the grass once more in the form of the white mare, but now she flew over the grass alone, her head high, alert. There was something she was looking for, something beyond the ho...
Gaia sat cross-legged on the beach. The sun and wind caressed her golden skin as her natural blond hair whipped about her ethereal face. Her striking blue eyes that had brought her fame were closed at the moment in meditation. Her voice low as she hummed an ancient mantra. "Mother earth, goddess of all life, hear me now..." This was a daily ritual for Gai...
Chapter 8 Max's theory about being out in public, so that we could manage to get to know each other better, was a fairly sound one; except that we did usually end up ducking into some alleyway or a public toilet or in the car to fuck each other to satisfaction. I don't know if the reason for this was behaviour was because he had an exhibitionistic streak or...
You want to be a slut for sexy feet. Willing to do anything, excited and eager to get fucked by hot feet! The most arousing and sensual part of a woman's body. The feet of women have aroused you for as long as you can remember. The opening to a woman's pleasure is through her feet. You love to please feet, worship them, and admire them. Every angle, toe and...
1. The sound of clashing steel had died away. The screams of agony and death had become nothing more than quiet murmurs on the chapped lips of the many men that lay littered across the battlefield. Some cried out for their wives, sons and daughters others, perhaps the younger flag bearers, perhaps knights old enough to have sired kin older than the flag bea...
The advert read: Maid wanted. Normal household chores, including cooking. Must be able to work under pressure, to follow orders exactly and without question. To apply, phone Jake 444... Well, I'd phoned, answered a few curt questions and was told to come to this address. I was standing, looking at the imposing entranceway now. Am I doing the right thing? I...
This is the final chapter of the WhiteWood series. After this, I have a few more one-offs planned, and a new series that's in the works, as well as the last chapter of Lira's Accounts - so look out for that! Any feedback on this series would be much appreciated, and as always please feel free to let me know if you have any suggestions or things you'd like...
The melody was the gentle twanging of oud and qanun and the whistling drone of the nay, rising above the babble of voices that filled the katra. Serving women in bell-bedecked layered skirts and vests moved through the laughing, singing crowd bearing steaming dallahs of coffee and karak chai, and sweetened tamar and laban, and fortified wines. Here and there...
Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith * Diolch yn fawr to Bramblethorn for editing this and the previous two chapters. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series has two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and sex scenes, called '(scene)' in the blu...