LOGINCassian climbed onto the wide bed.The dark furs shifted under his weight; he wondered why they were green like everything else in the huge room. Grizel lay on her back, waiting, her heavy body relaxed against the mattress. The green light from the windows washed over both of them. She watched him with calm expectation as he moved closer.He reached out and placed his hand on the soft skin of her stomach.The moment his palm touched her, something heavy and invisible pulled him down. His eyes rolled back. His body went slack. He collapsed forward onto the furs beside her, his face turned toward her shoulder, and a deep, uneven snore left his mouth.Grizel froze.“Cassian?”She pushed herself up on one elbow and tapped his shoulder with two thick fingers. He did not move. She shook him harder. His head only rolled slightly, and another long snore filled the quiet room.“How can a man sleep so fast, Wake up.”Was it due to exhaustion? No, he had been resting all day. She couldn’t help b
Cassian climbed onto the wide bed.The dark furs shifted under his weight; he wondered why they were green like everything else in the huge room. Grizel lay on her back, waiting, her heavy body relaxed against the mattress. The green light from the windows washed over both of them. She watched him with calm expectation as he moved closer.He reached out and placed his hand on the soft skin of her stomach.The moment his palm touched her, something heavy and invisible pulled him down. His eyes rolled back. His body went slack. He collapsed forward onto the furs beside her, his face turned toward her shoulder, and a deep, uneven snore left his mouth.Grizel froze.“Cassian?”She pushed herself up on one elbow and tapped his shoulder with two thick fingers. He did not move. She shook him harder. His head only rolled slightly, and another long snore filled the quiet room.“How can a man sleep so fast, Wake up.”Was it due to exhaustion? No, he had been resting all day. She couldn’t help b
The chicken tasted wrong. Bland at first then Cassian chewed once, then stopped. A sharp, bitter burn spread across his tongue. He forced the mouthful down and glared at Ginger.“What did you put in this?”Ginger sat in the wooden chair with his arms folded, he took a glance at Cassian’s twisted face and looked away almost immediately.“Aloe. From my garden. It keeps the stomach clean.”“It tastes like soap and who said my stomach was dirty?”“Eat it anyway. You will need the strength.”Cassian stared at the plate; he had only just bitten into a mouthful of chicken when the rest of it, huge and staring, looked back.“I wish this tasted as good as it smells.” He muttered before tearing off another piece of the thigh and chewed faster, washing each bite down with the thick green liquid Ginger had called an energy boost. The drink was sweet at first, then left a warm, heavy feeling in his chest. By the time the plate was empty, his head felt light and his limbs slow.Ginger stood.“The
Ginger did not go to Cassian’s room.He turned the other way at the bottom of the stairs and walked until the stone corridors gave way to open air. His private garden sat behind the east wing, half-swallowed by moss and thick green vines. Plants grew in the most unusual type of shapes, most of the plants that grew there were bitter, useful for poultices and sleeping draughts. He kept them there before the curse took over the deepest part of the land completely. Also, he kept them because it seemed no one else wanted them.Ginger stared at a particular dark blue colored plant, which had sharp edges that altered the circular shape it was supposed to have. He dropped to his knees beside a low stone basin and began tearing the leaves with sharp, angry motions. The sour musk of his body mixed with the sharp scent. He grabbed a pot behind a tree and began crushing the herbs with a stone. His hands moved on their own while his mind went backward.Back to before the green sky.Back to the
GINGERGinger climbed the last flight of stairs two at a time. Impatience, worry, and envy filled him all at once; the sour musk of his body grew stronger with every hurried step. He didn't bother to knock; he wanted Grizel to know his anger before she saw him.He pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.Grizel stood near the wide window, her broad back to him. The green light from outside outlined the heavy curve of her hips and the thick rolls of her waist. She did not turn around.Ginger frown deepened; she’s calm? “You should not be here,” she said. Her voice was still soft, and tender.Ginger’s broken tusk caught the light as he clenched his jaw. He tried to control his breath. “Don’t tell me you left your palace for the past three days to bring him here,” he pointed towards the door, in the direction that seemed to be where Cassian’s room was located.He sighed.“I also heard what the human said. He touched you. He.. he made you come, Griz.” He pointed at her; disappoint
Cassian followed Grizel across the wet ground; his legs felt wobbly as mud and algae coated his boots.He looked around but there seemed to be few creatures around the wasteland. Everything seemed contradictory; the muddy, weird-looking plants didn't give off the awful smell they naturally would.The green flowers smelt like watermelon and the so-called queen who was a giant troll had a pleasant voice for a fat-ugly look.Cassisn’s head spun and his legs moved but his mind wandered to how it was possible to get here through a green necklace. The palace rose out of the swamp like something half-swallowed by the land. Thick green moss clung to the lower stones. Narrow windows glowed with the same soft green light that filled the sky. Male trolls moved everywhere, grunting, and hauling carts of wet earth, carrying heavy baskets, repairing walls with slow, deliberate strength. The few females Cassian saw sat in shaded alcoves or walked with the slow, heavy gait of pregnancy. None of t
Ellen’s povHis tongue dove in, expert, filthy, lapping my clit in tight circles, sucking my folds.“Damn! You taste so good.” He murmured as my juices coated his chin; I rode his face shamelessly, tits spilling free, nipples hard from the cool air, and his growls vibrating through me.”“Fuck!” I
“You’re killing me, Ellen.” Then he walked away. Left me throbbing and ashamed.My stepfather looks young for a 50-year-old man; he’s got a cute face and nice abs. I’m not surprised that Mum fell hard for him; he’s hot.Until today.“Come here, naughty girl,” he growled finally, voice breaking on
Ellen’s POV“Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work.We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear.I can’t even sleep properly because thes
Dave's smile widened. He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned. The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows.







