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The Chosen One by Bartnel and Eulalia

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I’ve tried not to notice them, tried not to wonder what these monsters will do to me …
“too terrible for men even to think of…” ,
Well, she is a very small looking woman, and they are rather large monsters. :eek: :eek: :eek:
… am I protected, by some sacred power?
GOOD LUCK.
 
‘Just head that way. And the comet, you’ve seen that?’

I shudder.

‘I did.’
Shit! There was a comet after all? Who'd a thunk it?
‘So I must be naked?’

‘Of course.
Of Course, It's a CF story, girl!
revealing your womanly beauty ... to Them.’
And us, I hope! Good Idea! :very_hot: :very_hot:
is too terrible for men even to think of ..
Come on. Just a little think?:very_hot:
They’ are … moving about, breathing heavily, grunting
Sounds like me coming home from work on a typical night.
they smell, too
Old Spice After Shave and some sen-sens can fix that.

This is a truly magical story :clapping::clapping:
 
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And now … who’s this behind them, above them, watching me?
A figure … a man … a priest? A warrior?
Something he’s holding, behind him, bright, burning with icy blue …

The dark priest starts singing.
First a soft, sad song, then louder, a wild chant, till, almost screaming,
‘Show us your light!’

I keep still and silent. Suddenly, inside me, I know my power, my hidden power, I must not reveal it …
The warm air’s restless, tossing my curls, the creatures are glaring, gloating, goading me with their stares.
But still I kneel, silent, protected …

The air falls still now, my supple limbs glisten with a sheen of silvery sweat …
the altar stands ready, harsh stone ready for me to be laid on,
I sense how its coarse crust will chafe my soft flesh … if I fail …

Black night above me, damp drops touch my breasts ...
The Dark Priest falls silent, those red eyes spit fire …
I hear a deep sighing, far off, soft but clear … girls’ souls who’ve died here …

The Dark Priest creeps closer, his breath feels aflame,
the creatures are dancing, sweat streams with my fear …
 
I know my power, my hidden power, I must not reveal it …
But how shall you resist?
the altar stands ready, harsh stone ready for me to be laid on,
And the girl looks so sweetly vulnerable...

The Dark Priest falls silent, those red eyes spit fire …
I hear a deep sighing, far off, soft but clear … girls’ souls who’ve died here …
Intriguing. Will this girl also fail...or did the girls who died succeed?
the creatures are dancing, sweat streams with my fear …
I suspect we will soon know...one way or the other.

This is entirely captivating. :eek: :very_hot::confused::icon_popcorn:
 
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And now … who’s this behind them, above them, watching me?
A figure … a man … a priest? A warrior?
Something he’s holding, behind him, bright, burning with icy blue …

The dark priest starts singing.
First a soft, sad song, then louder, a wild chant, till, almost screaming,
‘Show us your light!’

I keep still and silent. Suddenly, inside me, I know my power, my hidden power, I must not reveal it …
The warm air’s restless, tossing my curls, the creatures are glaring, gloating, goading me with their stares.
But still I kneel, silent, protected …

The air falls still now, my supple limbs glisten with a sheen of silvery sweat …
the altar stands ready, harsh stone ready for me to be laid on,
I sense how its coarse crust will chafe my soft flesh … if I fail …

Black night above me, damp drops touch my breasts ...
The Dark Priest falls silent, those red eyes spit fire …
I hear a deep sighing, far off, soft but clear … girls’ souls who’ve died here …

The Dark Priest creeps closer, his breath feels aflame,
the creatures are dancing, sweat streams with my fear …

Wonderful. Lovely. Witching.
 
I’ve practised it so hard
So many times, Alone but not alone.
"Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill. "

She's braver than I am, Jollyrei. I'd have been five miles in the opposite direction by now, a journey that I certainly would have considered necessary!
I would have run faster, having shed a fair amount of mass through enhanced excretion. :eek:
The Dark Priest creeps closer, his breath feels aflame,
the creatures are dancing, sweat streams with my fear …
So ominous! So frightening! So sexy!
 
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What’s that? Through the Forest, deep rumbles, faint flickers … my bare body quivers …

Brilliant, blinding, the lightning reveals me!

Dread-roar of thunder, word of the Bright Lord!

The beasts flee in fear …the Dark Priest has vanished …

My light now shines clear


THE END
 
Beautiful image and poetic ending. :very_hot: :)

I HAVE TO SAY, I THOUGHT THOSE BEASTS WERE RATHER DISAPPOINTING IN THE END. NO STAYING POWER. ;) :devil:
ah, we females have hidden powers beyond those of the beastliest of beasties! :embarazada:
 
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What’s that? Through the Forest, deep rumbles, faint flickers … my bare body quivers …

Brilliant, blinding, the lightning reveals me!

Dread-roar of thunder, word of the Bright Lord!

The beasts flee in fear …the Dark Priest has vanished …

My light now shines clear


THE END

Whew! Saved by the light! Or was she? Only the shadow knows ...
 
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