Commissioned erotica about punk hyena Mags, her spaniel girlfriend Mittsie, and taking steps in the wrong direction.
Hi, readers! My friend QueenEthelred (@EthelredArt on Twitter) commissioned me to write this erotica of her OCs, Ethelred (who, to paraphrase her own explanation, is not a self-insert per se, but is absolutely wish-fulfillment) and Chervil. There’s really nothing else to say, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!~ Simple Pleasures Trails of glowing […]
“A chime sings in the column of azure crystal. Glances exchanged. A whisper, the curve of a smile. The amber glint in plump, dark red lips.”
Hinrich smells of the road: faint wood and oil-traces laced by sweat and a certain something I’ll name manhood. He’s warm, and close.
“Then,” I press against him, “I want you to look. And I want you to see.”
“It is just in time for an echo of startling in the nearest silhouette as we round the same corner, and collide with each other.”
“I declare without shame that I am neither a channel of the gods nor a mage of the academies. I am a witch of the old ways reclaimed.”