Part One: Forest Made Flesh: (Fantasy Dark Erotica, Torture, Mind Control, Elf, Nymph, Fay) (Wildlings Enraptured Book 1)
Book Details
Author(s)Jill Soffalot
PublisherWild Charm Publishing
ISBN / ASINB00J382CTC
ISBN-13978B00J382CT9
Sales Rank740,453
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Fantasy Dark Erotica, Torture, Mind Control, Elf, Nymph, Fay, Monster Sex, Taboo, Public Sex, Submission, Domination
Sexually deviant Minerva has gone mad and enraptured all of Shadehaven in a sick attempt to win back the only man she ever loved. Decent, hardworking wood elves and fairies are forced to become singularly focused on public acts of lewd sex.
Excerpt:
Such had been their dream, a palace designed for the sole purpose of propagating desire, a temple of the flesh and an offering to its power. A joyful place. Now when someone displeased her in any way (be it a momentary hesitance to perform a particularly grotesque act or the insolence of impotence) she would have them scourged in the light of the moon, and the blood would run black across the thin strands of her lash. She shuddered. Joy had left this place many years ago, and each passing climax seemed to wane in the shadow of a greater loss. Pale moonlight bathed her, the changeling, and the wood elf’s mangled corpse.
“A fine piece of treachery, Neora,†said the self-styled Queen of Desire in a measured tone. “Though this business was not as clean as I commanded... I mean to enrapture Shadehaven, not decimate it. They will call me a tyrant.â€
Reclining in a high-backed throne carved from ebony wood that contrasted with the translucence of her skin, Queen Minerva stared coolly upon her underling with shining black eyes. Her white hair was tied up severely into a living, six-pointed crown upon her head, and it heightened the precise contours of her frosty beauty. Where Neora was smoldering, Minerva was unnervingly exquisite. Her limbs were long and lithe, and the tattoos on her high breasts and across the sharp ripple of her ribs were an inky black. She was completely naked, her legs crossed thigh over thigh to conceal the white hair below.
Neora stood at the foot of Minerva’s raised dais, her blue-black hair pooled around her bare feet. Neora was as naked as her queen. Minerva permitted no clothes to be worn in her palace. This served a double function: weapons could always be concealed beneath a garment, so nudity ensured a certain protection from the enemies of the flesh. But this was merely a happy accident. She was the Queen of Desire, and the naked form was a sacred site of worship.
Download a sample to see which taboo fetishes are depicted
WARNING: This story contains extremely taboo erotic themes of an adult nature. Due to marketplace rules about product descriptions, I can't spell out the exact nature of the relationships since a large number of words are forbidden.
Word count and series info: 6,000+ salacious words. Part 1 of 5.
All characters 18+
Sexually deviant Minerva has gone mad and enraptured all of Shadehaven in a sick attempt to win back the only man she ever loved. Decent, hardworking wood elves and fairies are forced to become singularly focused on public acts of lewd sex.
Excerpt:
Such had been their dream, a palace designed for the sole purpose of propagating desire, a temple of the flesh and an offering to its power. A joyful place. Now when someone displeased her in any way (be it a momentary hesitance to perform a particularly grotesque act or the insolence of impotence) she would have them scourged in the light of the moon, and the blood would run black across the thin strands of her lash. She shuddered. Joy had left this place many years ago, and each passing climax seemed to wane in the shadow of a greater loss. Pale moonlight bathed her, the changeling, and the wood elf’s mangled corpse.
“A fine piece of treachery, Neora,†said the self-styled Queen of Desire in a measured tone. “Though this business was not as clean as I commanded... I mean to enrapture Shadehaven, not decimate it. They will call me a tyrant.â€
Reclining in a high-backed throne carved from ebony wood that contrasted with the translucence of her skin, Queen Minerva stared coolly upon her underling with shining black eyes. Her white hair was tied up severely into a living, six-pointed crown upon her head, and it heightened the precise contours of her frosty beauty. Where Neora was smoldering, Minerva was unnervingly exquisite. Her limbs were long and lithe, and the tattoos on her high breasts and across the sharp ripple of her ribs were an inky black. She was completely naked, her legs crossed thigh over thigh to conceal the white hair below.
Neora stood at the foot of Minerva’s raised dais, her blue-black hair pooled around her bare feet. Neora was as naked as her queen. Minerva permitted no clothes to be worn in her palace. This served a double function: weapons could always be concealed beneath a garment, so nudity ensured a certain protection from the enemies of the flesh. But this was merely a happy accident. She was the Queen of Desire, and the naked form was a sacred site of worship.
Download a sample to see which taboo fetishes are depicted
WARNING: This story contains extremely taboo erotic themes of an adult nature. Due to marketplace rules about product descriptions, I can't spell out the exact nature of the relationships since a large number of words are forbidden.
Word count and series info: 6,000+ salacious words. Part 1 of 5.
All characters 18+
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