Uncategorized – Page 3 – Year of the Inner Goddess

Of Water, Fire, Wings, and Earth

With the brute ferocity of womanhood called upon to rise up, yet again, with hands fisted in iron resolve and teeth clenched against the scream that lacerates its way upward. I bind the water. I smother the flame. I fold the wings. I bury the earth.

A Lofted Night

There they lay…an Archani and an Elfin Goddess…languishing upon the narrow pallet atop the lofty platform, scarcely a breath from where I sat. Their mouths met in silken, rosy kisses, each one deeper, more zealous than the last…

Neck Kisses and Further Improprieties

I am a strong, independent, confident woman… most of the time. And yet there I was, tittering like a debutante, melting like spun sugar in August, utterly undone by the ardent attention of the Warrior’s lips at the slope of my throat.

Queen of the Night

A bead of drool caught the light at the corner of my lip. A lover’s malice. A delicious, sadistic deprivation. The sound wrenched from him at that denial fed something ravenous in me, even as I drew my tongue along my lips, even as the Woodsman surged behind.

Moonlight and Smoke

We moved as one, a tide of bodies, curves, and shadows, entwined in slow, fluid devotion. Kisses devoured and lingered, breaths mingling against skin, Smoke a shadowed current beneath us, Moonlight tracing the arches and hollows of every curve.

Sheltered in the Underworld

The mortals had it all wrong…twisted, misshapen in their telling. Hades hadn’t stolen her; he had given her refuge. A sanctuary. A place to curl in the penumbral, against the ardent heat of his chest, and breathe. Warded and hidden from the powers and responsibilities of her own divinity.

Obscene Sovereignty

My vast snowy wings thundered open as though the space itself required conquest, framing us in unquestioned dominion. I took him with a force that startled even me, imposed my need, riding with a ruthless certainty that made him secondary to the command surging through my body.

Frost Fairy & The Very Last Evening

Each lock gleamed like spun midnight frost, my body fully revealed: the outline of my throat, the audacious tilt of my cheek as his length filled my mouth, the slow, provocating flicks of my tongue, a spectacle wrought for those bold enough to witness it.

Champagne Bubbles

Each moment swelled, quivered, and broke, memory rising like bubbles along a golden stream, vanishing before it could be held. The night fizzed and shimmered into being…sumptuous, intoxicating…already melting even as it took shape.

Sovereign

Beneath my skin, my Inner Goddess stirred again…not triumphant, not whole, but achingly awake. Lust for flesh pulsed in my veins. For creatures of injury are often the most voracious and, though bruised, she prowled the corridors of my flesh with her fierce, unrelenting appetite.Sovereign

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