Wildlings Enraptured: The Novella: (Fantasy Dark Erotica, Paranormal Sex Stories, Fairy Sex) Read Online Free PDF

strawberry hair and aquiline features. “My father awaits your audience, Herrik, as do my sisters. A naked wood elf in need of a horse? How fascinating…”
    She led him into the great hall, where Rorke Bower’s rotting corpse presided over a most unusual performance. He was flanked by Brandi and Halla, their skin aglow as they fingered themselves on their raised seats. Oh, no… thought Herrik, but they were not crazed like the other Fay, and their naked bodies appeared to be proportional. A group of four men were gathered at the foot of the platform. They were all beautiful blonde outlanders like the first guardsman, but these were not clad in plate and helm. They were fucking each other in full view of the unseeing lord and his strumming progeny, golden backs doubled over and cocks pounding into each other’s sculpted backsides.
    “Welcome, to the Hall of the Bower Women, wood elf,” giggled Trixie before the helmed guardsman lifted the confused wood elf by his neck and dragged him screaming through a maze of dark corridors, his cloak dropping to the floor. A bright blue light flashed in the corner of Herrik’s vision as he passed one guarded room, and the next thing he knew he was flung callously into a dank cell. Does Andrax know the base carnality and frenzy that roam the harvest fields? Herrik muttered an entreaty for the isolated outlander. You are Overseer of Shadehaven, and I have failed you. You are our one hope. The distant surge of the Heartriver and the closer din of ecstasy merged into one great, unstoppable roar as he slipped into blackness.

Chapter Five: Moonmother
    Minerva snapped her steel-tipped whip just above the heads of the silent team, her slender white arm licked by the red glare of torchlight burning in the wall sconces. They were a crew of twenty effete young men, arranged in two rows of ten and yoked in pairs by iron chains that looped around their necks and linked them into one shuffling mass. The queen wore a sheer, low-cut dress of sparkling mirrorsilk, the fabric reflecting the waking palace around her.
    “With haste, or you shall not receive the moon this evening!” roared their queen, who some had taken to calling Moonmother in honor of her gift of rapture that deified the body and brought divinity within their grasp. The team began to move faster, twisting through the deserted corridors of the Imperial Palace, ceaselessly pulling the ornate chariot of painted blue oak past snow-flecked windows and ornate tapestries that honored the joy of the free flesh.
    Minerva insisted that her carriage bearers be androgynous young men with well-shaped torsos and long flaxen hair. The Queen of Desire’s arrival should be heralded by a beauty that transcends the arbitrary codes of normalcy embraced by man and Fay alike, Minerva had said when Neora questioned the value of a cockless man. Neora teased that it was evidence of her narcissism, implying that it thrilled Minerva to work and punish these girlish boys because they resembled her with their blonde tresses and pale complexions. Many of them were eunuchs with smooth skin between their thighs or abominations with stunted pricks and multiple sexual organs. She chose her lovers similarly, preferring creatures that resisted easy definition. She had a particular taste for hermaphrodites who had the good sense to be born with both sword and sheath, and of course the changeling was capable of meeting any physical requirement her queen demanded. Neora said that Minerva’s perfect lover was in her mirror, minus a healthy portion of regal cock.
    Neora presumes too much these days. If Minerva sought punishment, she need only snap her fingers and a hundred men, women and variations of the two would suspend her from chains and degrade her in any way she wanted. Minerva’s preferences had little to do with self-obsession. In truth, Minerva had favored ambiguous toys ever since Andrax’s escape. No man she had acquired since could satisfy her as the