Written on Feb, 22, 2017 by in ,

A white swan, its feathers smooth as cream, its face a black mask, stepped from a bag held nearby by a beast-fighter. It fluttered toward her as she sprinkled seeds onto the depilated pink slit between her legs. Her inner thighs and labia were golden with honey and the seed stuck where it touched her skin. As the swan descended …

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Written on Feb, 14, 2017 by in ,

From marble to crumbling brick, from senator to slave, the crowd hissed, howled, and demanded more. It was victory they wanted, victory defined, as it had always been, by a pile of victims. More respectable than the impatient plebes above and seeking their approval nonetheless, the senators only hissed at the pause in the show. Those seated around Eucher were …

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