The Marechal Chronicles: Volume 2, The Hunter (An Erotic Fantasy Tale)
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The Marechal Chronicles: Volume 2, The Hunter (An Erotic Fantasy Tale)
Ebook Short Description The Marechal Chronicles continue in this second novelette of 11,000 words. An erotic, fantasy adventure, this is a romantic tale of magic, emotion, and human motivation that does not turn a blind eye to the frank sexuality of its characters. Within these pages live witches, shapechangers, demons, and immortal beings. Turn the page and let them unveil their dark story in the ambiance of medieval France.
Extended Description
The sun rises upon the blood soaked House Perene.
Evil has struck within and without and only the Marechal de Barristide can untangle the threads of fate that wind about him in a web of intrigue and passion.
His way is branded into the very ground before him, but the Marechal must turn his course in order to seek aid from a dreaded soul. Beings from a realm other than earth shall seek his alliance while his quarry, the servant woman, Melisse, has disappeared, leaving only ash and dust behind her. But before taking up her trail once more, the Marechal must submit to another's infernal desires and pay far more than he bargained for.
Here continues The Marechal Chronicles, an erotic tale of desire and merciless destruction as the players assemble themselves to pirouette in an intricate clockwork of unflinching sexuality and supernatural forces.
A short excerpt from the story:
With his most mighty effort, he summoned his strength, willing his arms to move. In that moment, as the blood coursed down his back, he wanted this woman's neck in his hands, wanted to see fear in her eyes as he held her life between forefinger and thumb.
He roared like a wild beast, but his arms only twitched loosely, the geas of the spell holding him. He smiled inside, though. A twitch meant that he could weaken the spell's hold, he could work against it, and in time, break free.
"And, you are a fighter, as well, my dear," she said, amused. Something in her tone troubled him.
"But you shall not have the time you require, Marechal."
With a jerk, he felt his trousers undone and then she was pushing at his back. His body obeyed her touch as he was forced to bend over. She slapped the quirt against the inside of his thighs and to his horror, he spread his legs wide.
"Oh, so much better. If only you could see the look on your face," she said as she circled around him, trailing her fingertips upon his back.
Coming to a stop behind him, the Marechal felt the quirt touch lightly at his anus. He tried desperately to tighten, to find some means of stopping what she was about to do, but he was powerless....
Warning: Please be advised that this story contains graphic sexual scenes that are described in an explicit manner. It is intended uniquely for those person of 18 years of age and older. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether specifically described as such or not.