NOTE: The extract below has been abridged
to exclude the explicit elements of this love scene. The scene in the book contains explicit description and is not suitable for readers under 18 years of age.
Take it away, Ellie:
Myth, legend and fairytale are full of
creatures who make the dark, dark forest their home. Dryads and wood nymphs
feature in more than few, with dryads being known for capturing unwary men and sequestering
them for hundreds of years. As a child, I often wondered why. As an adult, I
figured there had to be a reason the stories for children were so vague.
So, when I added them to my forest, I
decided that dryads like sex, really
liked sex, and then I decided that their tastes had to be many and varied.
Sure, in the stories the dryads use magic to bewitch their prey, but what if
one, just once, wanted a lover who said yes and meant it?
The dryads in The Tower Lord’s Guest don’t play a major part in the story, serving
mainly as objects of interest for Samlah, a newly minted seer, to practice her scrying
on. Samlah is the daughter of a merchant noble, who discovers the man she’s
betrothed to intends to give her to beings from another dimension. When she
tells her parents, they beat her for telling tall stories and she runs away—into
the darkest and deepest of woods, hoping to find a haven before her family can
catch up with her.
The
Tower Lord’s Guest is a dark erotic fantasy in which Samlah, a merchant noble’s daughter, flees
into the dark, dark woods and finds refuge in a tower known only by reputation.
Along the way, she escapes trolls, attracts the attention of satyrs and learns
to be a seer. When she dreams of her true love, she uses her training to find
him, but when she voices her need to leave, life in the tower suddenly becomes
more restrictive. Trapped by a contract she didn’t know she’d agreed to, Samlah
finds release of sorts by spying on the creatures of the forest, and learning
about their sex lives.
Dryads, she learns, don’t always use magic
to make men their willing prey. Some use their own, somewhat unpractised,
version of old-fashioned seduction…
****
Amrae tilted her chin at to the huntsman at
Tallakene’s feet. “Pay attention, sister. He’s waking up.”
Indeed, he was. Samlah could see Beren’s
eyes fluttering with the effort of trying to open. With a word, Tallakene
bespoke the grass, gently taking the huntsman’s arms and drawing them out so
that his wrists were stretched over his head when the grass entwined its
filaments around them.
Waking as he was, Beren flinched at the
light touch as the stems secured themselves, the fluttering of his eyelids
turning to abruptly wide-eyed wakefulness when he realized he was bound.
“Sons of light and sky!” he swore, pulling
against his bonds, when he noticed Tallakene sitting beside him. “Who in all
the lands are you?”
Tallakene looked down at him. “I am your
lover,” she replied. “Do you love me?”
“Are you a demoness?” Beren gasped.
His question brought a sad smile to
Tallakene’s lips.
“No,” she replied, gliding her hand over
him again and letting her stroke smooth its way up his stomach and across his
chest. “I’m no more a demoness, than you are a demon.”
“What are you?” he asked, his eyes watching
her face.
“I,” Tallakene responded, moving so that
she straddled his stomach as she knelt, “am your lover-to-be.” She bent
forward, bringing her lips towards his.
Beren turned his head. “Wait!” he said.
“Wait! What are you, really?”
Clearly vexed, Tallakene sat upright. “I am
a forest nymph, a dryad, a woman of the trees. A lady of the wood. Love me?”
He squirmed beneath her, and groaned. “You
are a demon.”
Tallakene let out a throaty chuckle. “I’m
no more a demon, than you are.” Bending towards his face, she said again, “Love
me?”
This time, when he would have turned his
face away, she caught it between her palms, sealing her lips to his, and
catching his eyes in the depths of her own.
He resisted, bucking beneath her, and
pulling against the grass that bound his wrists, his arms and his legs.
Tallakene rode him, kissing him until his
lips surrendered, then she extended the kiss, drawing him in, releasing him,
nibbling her way along his lips, his jaw, the soft line of his throat.
“Love me,” she murmured, raising her head
to brush a kiss in the middle of his forehead. “Yield to me,” she said,
recapturing his lips and releasing them. “Give your will to me,” she whispered,
kissing along his Adam’s apple as he swallowed with fear and desire.
Her hands followed. “Gentle to me,” she
said, brushing the tension from his shoulders. “Find passion with me,” she
urged, smoothing the creases from his undershirt.
“Love me,” she said.
Samlah watched as the dryad whispered, “Yield
to me. Stay by my side.”
“Witch,” Beren protested, pulling against
the grass that bound him, but unable to break the lock of her eyes.
Tallakene crouched over him, placing her
weight on her hands and letting the strands of her hair form a curtain around
their faces.
“Yield to me,” she breathed, and Samlah
knew their lips were close enough to touch. “Yield.”
Beren’s form grew still beneath her, but
Samlah heard the harshness of his breathing.
“Please,” he whispered, “have mercy on an
old man.”
“Join with me,” the dryad urged, “and you
will have nothing to fear from old age.”
“Lady.” Beren’s protest sounded strangled.
“Join with me?” Tallakene pleaded, her
forehead against his. “You must say you will,” she urged, “or it cannot be.”
There was another choked sound from beneath
her.
Tallakene sat up straighter, poised. “Will
you be mine?”
This time, Beren’s reply was clear. “For
all eternity, Lady.”
****
NOTE: The extract above has been abridged
to exclude the explicit elements of this love scene. The scene in the book contains explicit description and is not suitable for readers under 18 years of age.
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about Ellie Moonwater:
Ellie Moonwater is the pen name used by
Eleanor Maine to write her more erotic tales. As Ellie, she says “I love
writing erotic tales of paranormal and fantasy romance set on faraway worlds or
in faraway lands. Sometimes I wander into the realms of erotica, and sometimes
I explore ideas that make some people uncomfortable, but my characters are my
love, and their wish is my command. ”
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