Showing posts with label Tarot of the Acolyte. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tarot of the Acolyte. Show all posts

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Temptation - Play List for The Devil...

Well, well, well! It's been a long time coming - although not quite as long as Queen of Storms! - but the next book in the Tarot of the Acolyte series, Temptation, is almost ready to hit the bookshelves! :) Just a few minor tweaks, then out to my delicious betas for a read through, and then - Kaboom!
 
 
So, in order to celebrate, I'm posting a brief play list to set the scene for what you are about to receive - and I know you'll be truly thankful! ;) I don't expect there'll be any surprises here, so just enjoy, and start letting your imaginations run wild!
 
1) The overall theme...
 
No song I know sets the tone and scene for this book more perfectly than Gimme, by my own Lord and Master, the inimitable Alice Cooper!

 

 
 
 
2) The action...

The greatest Rock & Roll group in the world provide the inspiration for the interaction between our anti-heroine and the biggest, brightest, most malicious demon of them all! Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones says it all!




3) The Bargain...

Like Mephistopheles in Doctor Faustus, and as Alice mentions above, there is always a price to pay. But here's the sales pitch, performed by Black Sabbath - Nativity In Black! (N.I.B. to those not in the know! ;) )




4) The Outcome...

Of course, when you're dealing with the Devil, there's always consequences, and what song could better portray the drama and terror involved on going against such might than Black Sabbath's very own Black Sabbath?




What a screamfest!!! I can't wait to get your hands on this!! :)

Love,
Ashen xxx
 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Cover Reveal - Temptation (Tarot of the Acolyte #2)

Today I am thrilled to reveal the cover for my next Tale from the Tarot of the Acolyte - Temptation.  The artwork was created by the highly talented Dawn at Dark Dawn Creations.
 
 
It's definitely going to be a scintillating story!!
 
Love,
Ashen xxx

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Queen of Storms - Available Now!!!


Welcome to the Tarot of the Acolyte

I am so happy to announce that Queen of Storms is available now on Amazon.com!!



Our sojourn into the realms of the Tarot of the Acolyte begins with Gerry O’Keith, a strong, likeable guy, with a beautiful fiancé, a great job, a secluded lakeside summer cottage, and a big, black Harley.  Travelling out for some rest and relaxation, the couple stop off in the small town of Orangeville, where a visit to a small bookstore results in Gerry buying a one-of-a-kind Tarot deck from a strange, old gypsy woman.  When the couple sit down to study the deck, they are entranced at its beautiful artwork.  But, more than that, Gerry is attracted to the sexual symbolism of some of the scenes depicted on the cards, and finds that, the more he ponders their allure, the more difficult it becomes to separate reality from illusion.  Then, on a dark and stormy night…
 
It's scorchingly hot and filled with paranormal characters and events that will keep you guessing right up to the scintillating conclusion!
 
 
 
Get your copy now, and join me on the journey of a lifetime!
 
Love,
Ashen, xxx
 
 
 

Friday, September 13, 2013

Cassie Feels The Heat - Friday the 13th Horror Post

Mmmm! Hi there, everyone!

In honour of it being Friday 13th, I am sharing the opening scene of Temptation - the next story in the Tarot of the Acolyte series of Erotic Horror tales. Better gird your loins - this one is a scorcher!!!
 
(FYI - I only wrote this yesterday, so it still needs to be edited, so don't expect it to be perfect - yet! ;) )

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Cassie Bettancouer lay back in the comfort of the large, soft bed, her eyes closed, the dark red silk sheets gliding over the smoothness of her naked body, tingling her sensitive skin.  Languidly, she stretched out her right arm, tensing and relaxing her muscles in sensuous pleasure, until her hand encountered a long, thick, hard phallus.  Instinctively, her fingers trailed down the shaft, to find two large, perfectly spherical testicles, coddled safely in the thick, soft skin of their sack.  Slowly she traced around the balls with the tip of her index finger, then carefully wrapped her fingers around the smooth, warm sheath of resilient skin covering the cock, gripping it just tightly enough to ensure the skin flowed smoothly over the hot, hard core, as she started to rhythmically stroke up and down the long length of the shaft, enjoying the stimulation that trembled along her arm.

Once she was sure she had a good rhythm going, she stretched out her left arm, to encounter another long, hard prick, waiting there for her pleasure.  Carefully she wrapped her fingers around the impatient flesh, feeling its heat radiate into her hand, and began to stroke it, up and down, keeping pace with the strokes she was administering to the cock in her right hand, luxuriating in the sensations as each hand encountered the soft head of its prick, and then pulled its sheath of skin slowly down over the firmness of the ridged shaft, until she contacted the softness of the balls at the base of each cock.

Keeping her eyes closed, her head rocking gently with growing arousal, she shuddered slightly as a hand grasped each of her firm, round breasts, gently massaging and kneading her ripe flesh.  Slowly, they worked their way around and over her tingling skin until, simultaneously, the fingers of each hand wrapped themselves firmly around the growing hardness of her nipples, squeezing them, nipping them, sending shards of sexual energy radiating into her body and down into the core of her sex, awakening the flow of juices deep within her, and engorging and sensitizing her hardening clitoris.  As if bidden by her thought, fingers trailed down along her sides, then across her thighs, lifting them up and apart, opening up her yoni to their access.  She moaned quietly as they separated her labia, gently running along the inner sides, squabbling around the opening of her cunt, getting her wetter and hotter with each nip and tickle.  She gasped as an errant finger found its way inside of her, and was surprised to hear a deep, low growl from down beyond her feet.

With her head back and neck arched, she opened her eyes in response to the sound, and was confused to find she was not in her bed at home.  Instead, she seemed to be in the middle of a huge rock cavern, illuminated with garish orange-red light that flickered all around her. As she turned her head to look to her left, instead of seeing the face of a normal, human man, she saw the heavily-horned head of a red-skinned devil smiling back at her, its grotesque goat-like features leering lasciviously.  For some strange reason, she didn’t seem too upset about the situation; in fact, if anything, she felt even more aroused by the prospect.  Turning her head to the right, she found the twin of the first devil smiling back at her, its bloated lips parted to reveal two rows of finely pointed needle-like teeth.  The dexterous fingers of each devil continued to caress her breasts and stimulate her yoni, their long, pointed fingernails scoring her most sensitive flesh.  Still she felt no reason to fear her situation, and closed her eyes to revel in their ministrations.

Hearing another deep growl down beyond her feet, and the sudden sound of movement, she opened her eyes once more, to look along her body and out between her raised thighs.  There she saw yet another devil, although this monster was so huge, he made the other two seem like children.  Muscles of enormous size abound across his chest and torso, along his arms and around his shoulders, red skin glistening as if it had just been freshly oiled.  A wide neck, thick with sinews, held up a massively horned head, with pointed ears, and long, razor-sharp fangs that protruded from both jaws.  Seeing Cassie looking at him, he smiled at her, his flame-red eyes ravishing her body, and then spoke, his deep and sonorous voice echoing around the fire-lit cave.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?”  Feeling her body buck and tremble from the stimulations the lesser devils were inflicting upon her, she nodded languidly in response.  “I am so happy about that,” the demonic face continued.  “Would you like a little more?” he asked, glancing down at her exposed cunt, his intentions plain.

“Mm, yes, please, Master,” Cassie replied slowly, sensually, still not seeing any need for concern or worry.  In response, the devil growled low in affirmation, then stepped to the foot of the bed.  Swatting away the fingers of the lesser demons, he placed his own massive gnarled, rough-skinned hands at the apex of her thighs, and slowly massaged her oh-so-willing flesh.  She moaned and bucked as his thumbs ran over the edges of her labia, rubbing her clitoris with their calloused pads, then running down the inside of her soakened, sensitive skin and delving into the hot wetness of her cunt.  It felt so good as they entered into her, stretching her wide, and freeing her juices to flow over his knuckles.  She thrust her vulva against the strength of his ministering hands, while her hands kept their steady rhythm on the silken-skinned pricks of his two minions at her sides.

The cumulative effect of the bestial stimulations soon had her nerves so tense and high; she could feel the waves of orgasm building deep within her, starting their myriad journeys of pleasure around her organs and limbs, heading to the heart of her cunt and the sensual centres of her brain.  She opened her eyes to look at the Master, to tell him of her state, but, before she could speak, he lowered his face between her thighs and covered her clit with his mouth, his strong, prehensile tongue wrapping around her bud and sucking it hard, sending shuddering waves of passion radiating outward from her yoni.  At the same time, the two devils by her sides each covered one of her super-hardened, swollen nipples with their mouths, and started sucking her breasts, while she tightened her grip on their cocks and pumped them harder, pounding down into their balls. 

“Oh, fuck me,” she moaned uncontrollably, lost in the vast array of stimulations and sensations, her body shaking, trembling, exploding.  She felt the Master’s strong, hot tongue entering her cunt, sinking deeply into her, feeling as if it was entering her very womb itself, again and again, adding internal stimulations to all of those she was enjoying on the outside.  Her breath became ragged and uncontrolled, but there was no slacking off from the demons that were indulging in the delights of her body.

The Master withdrew his tongue from the depths of her sexual caverns, and spoke to her again.

“I think that you are ready now, my dear.” 

“Yesss, Master,” Cassie gasped.  Looking down at the Devil between her legs, her eyes opened wide at the sight of the massive length of thick, erect cock he held in his hand, its huge, flame-red head aiming directly at her waiting, wanting yoni.  Still no trace of fear crossed her mind – all she wanted was to feel his wondrous prick fill her more than she’d ever been filled before, feel her tightness stretched and satisfied.

“Oh, Master, Master,” she pleaded.  “Fuck me, Master, please.  I want you in me, Master, fill me, please.”  In response, the huge demon placed the head of his inhuman phallus at the entrance to her cunt, and slowly started to push it into her.  “Aah, Master,” she sighed, feeling her cunt being filled with his huge, throbbing hardness, so tight, it hurt, but, oh – so good, and feeling its heat radiate through her muscular walls and into the heart of her sex.  Despite the length of his monstrous manhood, the devil kept on pushing into her, inch after scorching, stretching inch, far beyond the head of her cervix, entering deep into her womb, until his huge balls banged against her tingling anus, and still she felt only pleasure and stimulation, growing to almost unbearable heights.

Then she felt him pulling out of her, slowly, smoothly, oiled by her wetness, and she sobbed as an emptiness pervaded her body.

“Master, Master, fuck me, Master,” she pleaded again.  “Fill me, Master!”

“You beg so sweetly, my dear,” the demon replied, and smiled.  “How could I deny you, my beautiful one?”  And saying so, he drove back into her, filling her up with one long, slow thrust.  As he did so, she saw him nod at the other two devils, their mouths still sucking on her swollen nipples, and suddenly she felt a ring of sharp, stabbing pain surround each nipple as they sank their needle-like teeth deep into her willing, yielding flesh!  She cried out as the teeth dug deeply into her, each demon taking a mighty mouthful of her breast, and tugging and pulling at the muscular firmness of her glands, but the pain was as pleasurable to her as the feeling of the Master’s mighty cock fucking her.  On and on they bit and pulled, and on and on she pumped their cocks, and on and on the Master fucked her, driving her to orgasmic plateaus she’d never thought were possible.  Every nerve and sinew of her body thrummed with ecstatic pleasure, muscles pulsed and tensed in blissful release, and her mind reeled into a near oblivion of beautiful ecstatic agony.

It was then that she realised that, for some reason, this might not be right.  How could she endure so much pleasure, how could she stay at these orgasmic heights?  And how come, from the ages of continuous masturbation of the two smaller devils, her arms had not tired one bit, nor her hands cramped from gripping them so hard?

“Master?” she said, looking at him, seeking explanation.

“Ah, my dear,” he replied.  “Feel me fucking you, giving you what you need the most.”  His large, strong hands gripped the backs of her thighs, and he thrust into her again and again.  Still she felt unmitigated pleasure with each impalement, but now, instead of feeling herself get used to the size of his phallus, she felt uncomfortably tighter with every thrust the demon drove into her.  Soon the tightness started to burn with friction, despite her wetness, and she realised that his cock was still growing in size.  Then the fear began in her mind, but the bliss of her orgasmic state battled against the doubts, and still he pounded into her.  She thought about ceasing her administration to the cocks of the demons by her sides, whose teeth still ravaged her agonized breasts, gouging blood-soaked rents in her flesh, but she found she couldn’t stop wanking them.  The burning tightness in her cunt brought her mind back to the Master’s cock, which was now so long and large, she could feel it pounding the inside of her abdominal wall, raising her abs a little more each time.  Soon, as she looked down, she could see her stomach bulging with each thrust, could feel the pressure thud inside, and each withdrawal seemed like a blessed relief against his carnal assault.

Suddenly, the pricks of the two lesser demons seemed to grow and harden even more, and, with a wail of pure pleasure from their ghastly, feral lips, great jets of black and steaming semen shout out across her exposed skin, pooling into the valleys of her exquisite abs, where, instantly, they began to burn her flesh away, exposing the muscles underneath, while she screamed in pain and terror, and yet could not stop her hands from stroking that silken, pleasurable skin, each upward movement sending another jet of jizz across her body. 

Then the Master’s massive prick pounded into her again, pushing out her abdomen as if she was pregnant, stretching the acid-riven skin, and sending the viscous black liquid running down her sides.  The agony now far outweighed the pleasure of the fuck, and her body jerked in uncontrollable spasms, as her tortured flesh began to part in ragged gaps, her blood mixing with the smoking black ejaculate from the ever-pumping pricks.  Another powerful thrust from the Master, and the massive head of his mighty prick broke through her weakened, ailing flesh – but it wasn’t the head of a cock that she saw screaming through her gaping womb, it was…


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Let me know what you're thinking right now, by leaving a comment below! Go on - I dare you! ;)

And - let's be careful out there...

Love,
Ashen xxx

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop



Hi there, y'all!! This weekend, I am taking part in the Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop! So, sit back, and enjoy an excerpt from The Queen of Storms, the first erotic horror story from The Tarot of the Acolyte!
 
This excerpt has our hero, Gerry O'Keith, encountering the Sidhe Witch-Queen Sin, whom he has just persued through a dense forest on a hot and stormy night! Ensnared in a trip, he succumbs to Sin's tender oral mercies...
 
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She smiled at him again, and then focused her attention back to the throbbing head of his glistening prick, licking its sensitive underside before returning it to the heat and safety of her hungry mouth, her grip tightening on its shaft, as Gerry closed his eyes, trembling under the power of her ministrations.  Again and again, she worked his burning hardness deep into her searing throat, nibbling and biting him as she withdrew him out of her, gently coddling his balls in the warmth of her hand, repeating the process, squeezing him hard with lips, fingers and tongue.  Shards of unendurable stimulation cascaded through his lower body, making his legs tremble and his balls ache as the sack holding them tightened and tightened, pressing them close, squeezing them dry.  He would watch her work for a while, a look of pure pleasure on her face as she sucked on his tingling hardness, then, as the sensation became too much for him to bear, he’d close his eyes and roll his head until the current crisis passed.  Cassie had never given him head like this before, and the fact that he was ensnared in a wall of thickets and thorns disappeared from his awareness, as his whole being focused on the pleasure and the pain that was the beautiful mouth of the Queen of Storms.
 
Groaning in ecstasy, he became aware, at long last, of the triggering deep within of the mechanism that meant the end was nigh.  Orgasm was building within him, and she seemed to sense it too, as she suddenly withdrew him completely, and massaged his hypersensitive glans between her thumb and forefinger.
 
“Not long now, my dear,” she said, looking up at him, a gentle, happy smirk playing on her blood-red lips.  “Your payment to me is coming, Gerry, literally.”  He looked down at her, praying for her to take him back into her mouth and finish him off.  “I think I am almost ready, too.  Almost!”  Gerry watched in near incomprehension as she smiled up at him.  Her blood-red lips, plump from the activity of sucking him, parted sensually, and, suddenly, he noticed that the two front teeth in her upper jaw were starting to lengthen, growing into two long, slender points, almost like a…
 
“Vampire!” he gasped.  “Wha-a-a..?”
 
Quickly she covered his cock with her mouth, bring back the incredible heat, sucking him hard, bringing him back to the point of orgasm, as he struggled in vain to evade her bite.  She pulled back again, tasting a few drops of semen seeping onto her tongue, and smiled inwardly as he gave up struggling and accepted his fate.  Unable to resist the wet fire of her mouth, or to prevent his oncoming orgasm, Gerry writhed as her long, pointed fangs dragged slowly across the top of the swollen, purple head of his cock, her lissome tongue coddling its underside in ever-increasing stimulation.  Her grip tightened on his shaft, pumping it hard, as she felt the first tremors of climax start to ripple through him, her teeth tripping past the end of his head and sinking deep into the hardened flesh at its base.  Her body trembled as the hapless human surrendered his essences to her, filling her mouth over and over, and she smiled inwardly as she made her victim howl in ecstasy, sucking his hardness again, and again, and again.  When he could take no more, and she could feel his hardness and strength starting to wane, she relented, licking him clean, then standing up before him.
 
“Mmm,” she sighed, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and sucking her finger sensually clean.  “Blathach* and blood – my two favourite flavours!  The Essence of Man, and the Essence of Life!  You know what that gives me, Gerry?”  She stared into his eyes, seeing only the desperation of lust and adoration.  When he failed to answer her question, she continued.  “Total control, of your heart, your mind, and…” she took his limp manhood in her hand and squeezed it gently.  It responded immediately, starting to harden and lengthen, despite the ooze of blood from the two holes at the base of its head.  After a few moments she let it go, stepping away from his refreshed arousal, as another peal of thunder rolled across the sky.  “Need I say more?”  She turned away from him, her hunger satiated, her hunt complete.
 


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And now you can enter here to win one of 5 copies of The Queen of Storms Kindle version! Just leave a comment below, with your email address, and I'll send 5 lucky winners a copy of The Queen of Storms!
 
And don't forget to visit all of the blogs below to pick up a LOT of prizes on our Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop!

 
 
And don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of The Queen of Storms!
 
Love,
Ashen xxx
 
 
 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - The Queen of Storms

Hi everybody! 

I am back to raise the heat to STEAM level with another hot Hot HOT and sexy six sentence selection guaranteed to bring a sizzle to those delicate places. Oh, yeah!
 
This week I've selected six super steamy sentences from my upcoming novella The Queen of Storms, which will be available on Amazon.com on October 31, so don't miss out on one of the steamiest Hallowe'en releases this spooky season.
 
In this snippet, Gerry - our intrepid hero ;) - and his nubile fiance Cassie, are indulging in some scintillating activity on their first night out at the cottage...
 
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Licking down along her body,  his tongue traced the seams of her abs, his lips kissing, his teeth nibbling, his hands returning to torture her sensitive nipples, as he headed to paradise. 

Suddenly he stood up and, getting hold of her feet, he spun her around on the bed so that her legs were facing the window.  Slipping his hands to the backs of her thighs, he pushed her legs up and apart, and watched, entranced, as the moonlight glistened on the wetness of her yoni, glittering like silver threads along the lines of her labia and the swirl of her swollen clitoris, while, hidden deep within, a gleam of hot pink flesh flashed from the heart of her cunt. 

Fascinated, he knelt down and brought his face close between her thighs, then traced along the silvered outlines with his tongue, the heady tang of her African musk filling his lungs, tightening his throat and making his mouth water.  Driving his tongue between her tender lips, he slowly dragged it up between them until he was circling her hardened, engorged lovebud, causing her to thrust hard against his face, mashing lips and labia together in a slickness of cunt juice, the flavour of which sent blood pounding down to his throbbing erection, still trapped within his shorts.  Again and again he wrung great moans of ecstasy from her as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm, sucking her clit and drinking every drop of the rich, earthy juices her cunt surrendered to him.

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And it only gets better, especially when The Queen of Storms gets going!  Roll on Hallowe'en!

I absolutely LOVE feedback from my readers, so please leave a comment below telling me exactly what you thought of my little snippet.  And be sure to check out some of the other postings at Six Sentence Sunday.

And check out my interview on Shiralyn J. Lee's blog at Ashen White interview.

Take care until next week, everyone - and let's stay SEXY!!!!

Love
Ashen
 

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Sunday Snippet - Queen of Storms

Hi there y'all! Hope everyone is keeping Hot and Horny as summer sadly wains away!

This week, just to help keep the heat levels rising, I have selected a snippet from my occult WIP The Queen of Storms. This is one of the stories from my Tarot of the Acolyte series of paranormal erotica, where each tale revolves around a specific Tarot card. The premise of the Tarot of the Acolyte tales is that, as the deck moves from person to person, each new owner must undergo an erotic, and often (but not always) horrific, rite of passage based on the card they become obsessed with, where success means they keep control of the power of the deck, and failure means they succumb to the deviant sexual wiles of the gods, demons, wizards, witches, and mythical beasts and monsters that prowl these cards!

In the Queen of Storms, the Queen on the card is the beautiful but deadly Sidhe Witch-Queen Sín (pronounced 'Sheen', her name means 'Storm'), infamous in ancient Irish Celtic myth as the irresistible temptress who caused the Threefold Death of Muirchertac Mac Erca, High King of Ireland. In our tale, her beauty has enchanted erstwhile Tarot dabbler Gerry O'Keith, whose Irish ancestry has left him susceptible to her Sidhe wizardry! Tormented by erotic visions across night- and day-dreams, he has been lured on a dark, stormy night into her thorny forest lair, and, torn and trapped, he is held ensnared while she has her wicked way with him...

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             "And what is it we have here, my little ones?"  Despite the howling of the wind and the splashing of the rain against the leaves and branches, her voice rang clearly across the space between them, its strong lilt tripping merrily into his heart.  He struggled to break free of the thorns and branches that held him fast, trying to get closer to her, but the effort only drove the spikes deeper into the flesh of his naked arms and legs.  Ceasing his struggles, he hung there like a giant fly caught in some monstrous web, waiting for the spider to deliver her coup de grais.

She watched in amusement as he gave up resisting, then stepped closer to him, inspecting the punctures in his flesh, while he took in every detail of her beauty, comparing it to the figure on the Tarot card , and finding the card wanting.  Even as the wind continued to thrash the trees around them, and the rain kept up its onslaught against everything in its path, including Gerry, she stood before him untouched by any elemental force, her blue eyes glowing with an unearthly passion, her raven-black hair swaying gently over her shoulder as she moved, her pale, silken skin as dry as a warm summer breeze.  He swallowed hard as his eyes dropped to the proud cleavage of her breasts, white and firm in the tightly laced green linen bodice, which was decorated with symbols and words in a language he did not recognize.  As with the image on the card, her nipples rose through the fabric, hard and enticing, showing her arousal, and she smiled inwardly as she saw his exposed manhood twitch in response to the vision before him.

"To be sure," she said, taking a step back from him, "they have you true and fast, sir."  She turned to walk away, as if her interest in the captive had faded, but she stopped when he spoke to her.

"Help me," was all he said, quietly.  She turned and looked coquetishly at his face.

"Is it help you be wanting, sir?" she asked ingenuously, stepping back towards him.  "And why would I want to be helping you, sir, after your chasing of me so rudely through the forest?  Seems it's not safe for a maiden out and about these days."

"I couldn't help myself," Gerry replied weakly.  "I had to see if you were as beautiful as the woman on the Tarot card.  And I wanted to talk with you."

"Talk is it, sir?  But I see more than talk in those eyes of yours, don't I?"  She stepped right up to his transfixed body and, gently lifting his chin with her hand, stared deeply into his eyes, the gold flecks in her sapphire blues echoing the colours on the backs of the cards.  Her hand was warm and soft, with an underlying strength he could feel as she held his jaw.

"Who are you?" he asked, unable to contain the passion he felt, his hardness growing despite the chilling wind and rain. 

"Who am I is it now?" she responded.  "I think you have more pressing things to think on, sir, than what my name might be.  For instance, you ask me for help, but what would you have in the way of payment for such assistance?  And, supposing you had the payment, why would I be freeing you to chase me again through the woodland?"  She dropped his jaw, and he struggled again to free himself, to no avail.  His skin burned with a fire of passion where she had touched him, and he already longed to feel the heat of her hand again.
"Whatever you want, if I have it, I will give it to you for your help, and your company." 

She laughed merrily at his offer, her eyes flashing, but whether with mirth or anger, he could not tell. 

"My help, my name, and my company, is it now?  A man should be careful what it is he asks for, as the price may be too much for his purse.  And a threefold ask is the most expensive of all!" 

She stepped closer to him, close enough so he could feel the heat from her body as he struggled to touch her, close enough so he could smell her scent saturating the air around him, fresh and lively and stimulating, and, raising her hand, she gently cupped the coldness of his cheek.  Instantly heat surged through his body and into his limbs, and he closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt his arousal growing from her touch.  He turned his head in an attempt to kiss her fingers, but she laughed gently as she dropped them to trace a pointed, blood-red fingernail along the length of his torso, sending rays of stimulation pounding through him, and driving a groan from his lips. 

“My, my, sir,” she said, a huskiness filling her voice as she watched his erection thicken and rise.  “I suppose there may be other ways a man could pay for services rendered.  Her finger traced along the length of his twitching cock, across the dark veins engorged with blood, causing him to writhe in anticipation, while his mind reeled in disbelief at his apparent good fortune, and his eyes devoured her unearthly beauty.  Then his body shuddered as she wrapped her hand around the base of his thick, throbbing prick and slowly pulled it along its length, the strength of her fingers rippling along the smoothness of his skin

“And are you prepared to pay me what I ask from you, sir?” she asked, pulling her hand back and forth along the swollen length of his burning hardness.  He opened his eyes and gazed with unadorned passion deep into hers.

“Anything I have that you want is yours,” he said thickly, his throat tight with need, the pain from the myriad of thorns and branches holding him forgotten, as the heat from her hand radiated along his cock and out into the depths of his balls and body.  Her blood-red lips parted in a wonderful, heart-piercing smile, showing two rows of even, white teeth, and her dexterous tongue ran lightly over her lips, leaving a sheen of moisture on their redness.

“Then you’ll not mind if I help myself, then, sir?” she asked. 

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Looks like Gerry is about to receive everything he desires, but maybe - just maybe - he should beware of the thorns that always accompany beautiful roses!  :)

This WIP is almost ready for publication, and I am targetting a Hallowe'en launch date (of course! :), so if you'd like a preview copy, leave me a comment below, and I'll select a few lucky readers for the ARC distribution!

Let's continue to enjoy Summer while it lasts, my friends!

Love,
Ashen



Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Horny Hump Day - April 18, 2012

Howdy there, pard'ners! It's that steamy, dreamy time of the week again! And time for another Horny Hump Day post!

This week, I have chosen three delectable sentences from my WIP The Queen of Storms.  This is one of the stories from my Tarot of the Acolyte series of paranormal erotica, where each tale revolves around a specific Tarot card.  The premise of the Tarot of the Acolyte tales is that, as the deck moves from person to person, each new owner must undergo an horrific, erotic rite of passage based on the card they become obsessed with, where success means they keep control of the power of the deck, and failure means they succumb to the deviant sexual wiles of the gods, demons, wizards, witches, and mythical beasts and monsters that prowl these cards!

In the Queen of Storms, the Queen on the card is the beautiful but deadly Sidhe Witch-Queen Sín (pronounced 'Sheen', her name means 'Storm'), infamous in ancient Irish Celtic myth as the irresistible temptress who caused the Threefold Death of Muirchertac Mac Erca, High King of Ireland.  In our tale, her beauty has enchanted erstwhile Tarot dabbler Gerry O'Keith, whose Irish ancestry has left him susceptible to her Sidhe wizardry!  Tormented by erotic visions across night- and day-dreams, he has been lured on a dark, stormy night into her thorny forest lair, and, torn and trapped, he is held ensnared while she has her wicked way with him...

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Unable to prevent his oncoming orgasm, Gerry writhed as Sín's long, pointed fangs dragged slowly across the top of the swollen, purple head of his cock, her lissome tongue coddling its underside in ever-increasing stimulation.  Her cold, strong grip tightened on his shaft as she felt the first tremors ripple through him, her teeth tripping past the end of his head and sinking deep into the hardened flesh at its base.  Semen and Blood - her two favourite flavours - filled her mouth as the hapless human surrendered his essences to her, and she smiled inwardly as she made her victim howl in ecstasy, sucking his hardness again, and again, and again.

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Oooh! Sounds painful but, oh, so pleasurable, too!  I guess Gerry will be careful just exactly who he gets his blow jobs from in future - that's if he has a future! LOL

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Until next week - stay HOT and HORNY, y'all!

Ashen