I am barely awake, fair warning
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maderrThis one of the stories Torq just released:
Willing Fire by Mav Anthony
Simeon's a new boy in his Master's harem. Watching but never
participating, he waits his Lord sends for him. He's fascinated by His
Lord, Mikjial.
Mikjial is beautiful and powerful and he offers nothing but pleasure. All
Simeon needs to do is submit, something he wasn't sure he could do. But on
this night he does, offering everything he is to Mikjial and finding
pleasures he never dreamed of.
And this is the sample they offer for reading:
Simeon hurried down the stone halls, slippered feet making no noise as they padded, hurried faster and faster. They had tried to put kohl on his eyes, perfumed salves on his skin, when they found that the Lord had called for him. They had tried to brush him, shave him, make him into one of them, into one of the self-same lithe bodies that were no more than holes to sate the Lord’s need, but he had refused.
If the Lord wanted him, the Lord would get him -- plain, clean, simple and unadorned. As was intended.
He shuddered as he turned the familiar corner that led to the lordship's bedchambers. He prayed to all the gods that the Lord would not be... displeased.
Simeon pulled the silly layers of gauzy material around him as best he could, and knocked on the huge, ornate door with a trembling hand. The door showed the Lord’s power, gold and silver carved into the wood for no other reason than to bring pleasure to the Lord’s eyes.
"Come!" The word was short, the Lord's voice perfunctory, icy cold.
He pushed the door open, standing quiet and still on the threshold. He had to clear his throat, twice, before he could speak. "You called for me, my Lord?"
I guess for the gluttons for punishment, or those that just don't care, the story is only $1.30. Myself, I'm going to go get ready for work and refrain from comment, because 1) I'm even nastier without caffeine and D) It's not nice to get snarky before the story has been read in full.
Willing Fire by Mav Anthony
Simeon's a new boy in his Master's harem. Watching but never
participating, he waits his Lord sends for him. He's fascinated by His
Lord, Mikjial.
Mikjial is beautiful and powerful and he offers nothing but pleasure. All
Simeon needs to do is submit, something he wasn't sure he could do. But on
this night he does, offering everything he is to Mikjial and finding
pleasures he never dreamed of.
And this is the sample they offer for reading:
Simeon hurried down the stone halls, slippered feet making no noise as they padded, hurried faster and faster. They had tried to put kohl on his eyes, perfumed salves on his skin, when they found that the Lord had called for him. They had tried to brush him, shave him, make him into one of them, into one of the self-same lithe bodies that were no more than holes to sate the Lord’s need, but he had refused.
If the Lord wanted him, the Lord would get him -- plain, clean, simple and unadorned. As was intended.
He shuddered as he turned the familiar corner that led to the lordship's bedchambers. He prayed to all the gods that the Lord would not be... displeased.
Simeon pulled the silly layers of gauzy material around him as best he could, and knocked on the huge, ornate door with a trembling hand. The door showed the Lord’s power, gold and silver carved into the wood for no other reason than to bring pleasure to the Lord’s eyes.
"Come!" The word was short, the Lord's voice perfunctory, icy cold.
He pushed the door open, standing quiet and still on the threshold. He had to clear his throat, twice, before he could speak. "You called for me, my Lord?"
I guess for the gluttons for punishment, or those that just don't care, the story is only $1.30. Myself, I'm going to go get ready for work and refrain from comment, because 1) I'm even nastier without caffeine and D) It's not nice to get snarky before the story has been read in full.
