10-15-2020, 01:38 AM
Their journey plunged into the green heart of the world. Armande was obsessed with the word, paradise, but it was Valeriya who marveled at what the word surely meant. So much green. She had no idea so much of the color filled the whole of all that existed as what they found.
Pleasures followed their journey to paradise. Like the green unknown, she never fathomed such bodily euphoria could exist as when she, Rowan, and their Great Love came together. When the time of their arrival came, Vale bounded forth into what must be their next great adventure. The column of faces beckoned, and she knew that within was buried the key to her Great Love’s quest.
They soon found the man that Armande said was important to their needs. When introduced, Vale planted her hands on her hips and raised her chin high. She was the Eye of the Khylsty and the consort of the Great One. She was a queen of the night and seer of the beyond. Her sister was also a queen of another domain. Together, they were impenetrable. Her smile was hungry, baring teeth. The man called pope glistened like the sun ran bloody from his shoulders. More than that, he was beautiful. Should she ever desire a concubine, he would do nicely. All queens deserved a play thing.
While the men swat words like swords, she spoke to Rowan. “I like his cape. I think I’ll take it from him,” she promised, biding her time.
Pleasures followed their journey to paradise. Like the green unknown, she never fathomed such bodily euphoria could exist as when she, Rowan, and their Great Love came together. When the time of their arrival came, Vale bounded forth into what must be their next great adventure. The column of faces beckoned, and she knew that within was buried the key to her Great Love’s quest.
They soon found the man that Armande said was important to their needs. When introduced, Vale planted her hands on her hips and raised her chin high. She was the Eye of the Khylsty and the consort of the Great One. She was a queen of the night and seer of the beyond. Her sister was also a queen of another domain. Together, they were impenetrable. Her smile was hungry, baring teeth. The man called pope glistened like the sun ran bloody from his shoulders. More than that, he was beautiful. Should she ever desire a concubine, he would do nicely. All queens deserved a play thing.
While the men swat words like swords, she spoke to Rowan. “I like his cape. I think I’ll take it from him,” she promised, biding her time.
The Eye of the Khylsty