By Shiloh Walker
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Around her waist, she wore a beaded, fringed belt, decorated with shades of blue and green, the beads clacking and swaying with her every move. Random pouches hung here and there, and she had returned the blade to the belt at her left hip. She looked wild and enchanting, he decided. She had been enchanting as a child, sweet and precocious—innocent. Looking into her sad, watchful eyes, he wondered what had taken the innocence away, and he decided if he could find it, he would burn it into oblivion.
I remember the girl she was, Eiona. She was a sweet, gentle little kid. The bastards who destroyed Miden School deserved to die. ” Eiona sighed, sitting up and drawing her knees to her chest. Resting her chin there, she said quietly, “I do not fault her for what she did there. ” Eiona stilled, lifting her gaze to find him staring at her with chilly eyes. He hadn’t ever told her that before—oh, Eiona knew she was wrong often enough, but he usually let her come to that conclusion on her own. “I hope I am,” she said stiltedly.
Rianne smiled, lowering herself to the grassy knoll. She should have known that he would know she was there. “No. ‘Tis too cool for me. I am just walking the woods. ” When he turned to face her, Rianne felt liquid lightning race through her and pool in her loins. His eyes were swirling and sparking, and his body was long and lean. And hungry. The thick heavy length of his cock was hard, jutting upright as he moved slowly in her direction. Small puffs of steam rose from his body as he moved, and when he knelt at her side, Rianne felt that heat.