DarkFyre Chapter Two

"Aftermath of the battle yields questions for Rael."

"If ye can spare a moment, Milord, I'm ready to report." Rael looked up from a map covering the huge pinewood table in his tent. A variety of similar maps and charts were arrayed on the table and rolled into...

DarkFyre Prologue

"An epic journey has its roots in blood and war."

Rain fell in a sporadic icy deluge. No true storm, it was nonetheless a persistent enough spattering of ice and water to make the battleground a wet, slushy mess of melting ice, frigid wind, and watered down puddles of mud...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The tip of a hot, wet tongueWrites a silver songAcross delicate skin,Dancing overA fluttering pulse beneath the satin surface.Soft, sucking kissesTrace a torpid pace...