The Wood Queen's Thrall: Caught in Her Sinuous Embrace
Fiction & Literature, Short Stories, Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Arya Martin | ISBN: | 9781311524454 |
| Publisher: | Feverotica Books | Publication: | July 25, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Arya Martin |
| ISBN: | 9781311524454 |
| Publisher: | Feverotica Books |
| Publication: | July 25, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
It falls to Evin, the weakest young man in his village, to brave the treacherous Wailing Wood on a quest for aid after the strong men of his town are slain by marauders. Along his way, Evin faces many perils, including bondage and feminization at the hands of tittering pixies, then punishment and penetration at the hands—or, rather, tendrils—of the wood elf queen, who covets his delicate physique.
EXCERPT:
When Evin next opened his eyes, he found himself in a small, bright grotto wrought of brilliant green vines and leaves. The spout of a wooden ewer was parting his lips, some sweet, creamy substance filling his mouth and overflowing down the sides of his face. Reacting with surprise, he choked and sat up, coughing violently into the crook of his elbow.
On regaining his senses, he saw the ewer floating in front of him, held aloft by six of the bright little fairies, who were eyeing him with curiosity and concern. Feeling a crawling sensation on his skin, he gazed down and saw that he was naked and covered head to toe with the dainty creatures. He shivered involuntarily.
“Wh-who are you?” stammered Evin, frightened despite his arousal.
The creatures lifted their heads in surprise on hearing him speak, their shimmering eyes wide. Then they giggled and spoke to one another in their strange language before resuming their work, the nature of which Evin was only beginning to perceive. Half of them, he realized, were busy plucking out his body hairs, one by one—a process that, while it wasn’t horribly painful, pinched slightly, sending little shivers through his limbs with each excision. His legs, he saw now, were already denuded up to just above his knees.
The rest of the minute fay were squirting their sweet-smelling secretions onto his newly smooth skin. This time, instead of tiny yet powerful restraints, their emissions were taking the form of a creamy liquid that they proceeded to rub into his skin, rendering it soft and supple.
It falls to Evin, the weakest young man in his village, to brave the treacherous Wailing Wood on a quest for aid after the strong men of his town are slain by marauders. Along his way, Evin faces many perils, including bondage and feminization at the hands of tittering pixies, then punishment and penetration at the hands—or, rather, tendrils—of the wood elf queen, who covets his delicate physique.
EXCERPT:
When Evin next opened his eyes, he found himself in a small, bright grotto wrought of brilliant green vines and leaves. The spout of a wooden ewer was parting his lips, some sweet, creamy substance filling his mouth and overflowing down the sides of his face. Reacting with surprise, he choked and sat up, coughing violently into the crook of his elbow.
On regaining his senses, he saw the ewer floating in front of him, held aloft by six of the bright little fairies, who were eyeing him with curiosity and concern. Feeling a crawling sensation on his skin, he gazed down and saw that he was naked and covered head to toe with the dainty creatures. He shivered involuntarily.
“Wh-who are you?” stammered Evin, frightened despite his arousal.
The creatures lifted their heads in surprise on hearing him speak, their shimmering eyes wide. Then they giggled and spoke to one another in their strange language before resuming their work, the nature of which Evin was only beginning to perceive. Half of them, he realized, were busy plucking out his body hairs, one by one—a process that, while it wasn’t horribly painful, pinched slightly, sending little shivers through his limbs with each excision. His legs, he saw now, were already denuded up to just above his knees.
The rest of the minute fay were squirting their sweet-smelling secretions onto his newly smooth skin. This time, instead of tiny yet powerful restraints, their emissions were taking the form of a creamy liquid that they proceeded to rub into his skin, rendering it soft and supple.
