I knew without need to turn and look that He had entered the tavern this warm
June eve. Perhaps twas the way my nearly waist length-tousled mane of gold
now grated across my bare back or the immediate surge of honey at the cleft
between my legs when his virile scent filled my head. I gulped down more of
the …
Tag: medieval
It was a hot day, and hotter still beneath the many layers of
armor Dahala wore. Her polished plate mail armor attracted the sun,
and while it reflected its light it trapped the heat and baked her
within. Under the mail, she wore a tight leather shirt, smooth yet
sticky against her skin. She loved the feel of leather, but …