Tales of Talithia — Ash Gray

Talithia is a land known for its legendary heroes, pirate queens and sirens, demi-gods and shapeshifters, whose great steps shook the world and left holes in history. But few ever hear how legends are born and under what strange, titillating, and intensely erotic circumstances their parents have met. None of the stories of our lusting lovers end in tragedy. For unlike other places and far-off peoples and their tales, there are no sad endings in Talithia. 

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Parmida had never believed in unicorns, not until a stroll through the forests of Sunneth Dol convinced her otherwise. She was a young human woman living in a world where magick was dead and magickal creatures a myth. Elves and fae and magickal beasts had long ago shed their skin and left their bones. It was a world where humans alone now existed, walking in the dark of night, always looking over their shoulder for their inevitable extinction, as if nature were waiting to absorb them next back into her soil

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Is there n-nothing you can do?” Parmida asked, wiping her tears away with the heel of her hand.

The unicorn laughed softly. “She asks for a boon after shooting me in the ass.

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Imagining the gods could hear him, Mycaela murmured to the well, “I wish I could find a man who'd take me away forever.” He laughed softly. “But there are no stories about princes who wish for princes.

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The man's mouth fell open in shock and hurt. He slowly shook his head. “So the stories are true. You really are a brat! You smug bastard. You need someone to throw you over a knee --!”

“How dare you!” Mycaela snarled. He lifted his hand to strike the man and couldn't believe it when the juggler caught his wrist, holding it aloft. They glared at each other, and Mycaela felt small, like a twig caught in the branches of a tree. But now he was forced to really look at the juggler, whose brown muscular chest was in his face, and he grew distracted. The man was wearing nothing except a pair of very colorful, very tight leggings. They clung to his bulge and his buttocks, and he was built like a stallion, lean and taunt and powerful. Mycaela bit his lip, willing himself not to awaken and silently cursing himself for smoking a drug that was sometimes used as an aphrodisiac.

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Holonie made a noncommittal grunt. She willed herself once more to rise from her chair but didn't move. She had been traveling alone a long time and she liked being there, in the small warm room, breathing the sweet smell of the fonal cigarette as Elbryn sat across from her, quiet and thoughtful and so frustratingly handsome. His legs were still crossed, and his bulge sat atop his crossed thighs, so large it seemed to be taunting her, [...]. 

“My eyes are up here, you know,” Elbryn said in amusement.

Embarrassed, Holonie looked out the window and frowned. “I was not looking . . . down there.”

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He smiled at her sadly. “You are bound forever. You would not keep returning here, keep returning to me if you were not. You return because you want to, because you love me. And I wait because I want to, because I love you.”