Sweet Somethings: Samples from the Circlet Press Smorgasbord
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by Cecilia Tan
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: Hot selections from 20 of Circlet Press's best books, compiled into one package for only 99 cents! Since 1992, Circlet Press has been committed to publishing quality works of erotic science fiction and fantasy. From werewolves to robots, mad scientists to fairy-tale princesses, we have something to captivate every erotic imagination--and we want everyone to know! For the first time ever, Circlet is offering a free sampler for download. Sweet Somethings: Samples from the Circlet Smorgasbord features excerpts from twenty books, providing an enticing taste of what Circlet has to offer. And it includes a coupon for 99 cents off anything from circlet.com! Sweet Somethings includes samples from the following stories: "The Bridge" by Sacchi Green, from Best Fantastic Erotica "Master Mind" by Cecilia Tan, from Edge Plays Alpha by Molly Maddox "Navigator" by Kathleen Tudor, from Like That Spark "Transplant" by Ellen Tevault, from Up for Grabs "Skin Deep" by Shanna Germain, from Like a Thorn Faewolf by D.M. Atkins and Chris Taylor "Wood" by David Sklar, from Like a Sacred Desire "Enslaved" by Kierstin Cherry, from Like Crimson Droplets "The Coming Age" by Angela Caperton, from Like a Corset Undone "Charlie" by Kal Cobalt, from Robotica "The Pillars of Hercules" by Lionel Bramble, from Like a God's Kiss "Ota Discovers Fire" by Vinnie Tesla, from Like a Long Road Home Mate by Lauren P. Burka "Queen's Jewel" by A.D.R. Forte, from Like a Queen "The Changeling" by Whitt Pond, from Wired Hard 2 "Lupine House" by A.N. Cortez, from Like an Animal "Come Monday" by Jamie Joy Gatto, from Sex Noir "Waylaid" by Julie Cox, from Like Tooth and Claw "The Succession of Knoorikios Khnum" by Zachary Jernigan, from Wired Hard 4
eBook Publisher: Circlet Press, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [153 KB]
Reading time: 92-129 min.
Sacchi Green from Best Fantastic Erotica
"Come!" said the breeze again, more insistently. And why not? If he could hear the voice so clearly, Bernard reasoned, he was too far gone already to bother with denial or to resist. "Shell-shock," the doctors might say, but it scarcely matter what one called it.
His breathing was labored by the time he stood naked in the river. Even the mild exertion of climbing down the bank had strained his damaged lungs. He waited, as he had waited fourteen years ago, opening himself to magic. Or madness.
Swallows nested on the underpinnings of the bridge, and a wren darted in and out of a trailing tangle of bittersweet on the far bank. The mask of leaves drifted downstream until it caught there on the dangling vines; then, as Bernard watched, the water swirled into a sudden vortex, sucking the green mass below its surface. He held his breath as the river smoothed again, and, with scarcely a ripple, the man-like form he remembered rose from it and stood before him.
But not quite as he remembered. Then, the apparition had seemed scarcely older than himself, and at least as impetuous. Now the green leafy layers of its beard were edged with autumn bronze, and the smooth skin of its torso was the weathered grey of a beech trunk, while the acorn-brown eyes, despite their glint of challenge, were filled with sorrow and weariness enough to match his own.
"Come," the breeze commanded in a deeper tone that would brook no refusal.
Bernard moved toward that outstretched arm. The water rose to mid-chest before the pebbled bottom sloped upward toward the waiting figure. A strong hand grasped his and drew him along until they stood waist-deep, face to face beneath the bridge; then fingers flexible as vines moved across his cheek and jaw, over scars still reluctant to heal, stroking gently, gently...until they reached his ravaged throat and tightened gradually around it so that he could scarcely breathe.
Tighter, harder--pain sharpened, then receded, consciousness wavered, the velvet darkness of oblivion beckoned--but the will to live surged suddenly through him in a rush of intermingled joy and anguish. He grasped the sinewy arms, pitting his own strength against them, and the pressure on his throat relaxed. Their two strong bodies grappled together still, testing each other, force challenging force, until the friction of limb on limb sparked a jolt of desire like summer lightning.
Bernard gasped for breath, but the burning in his chest could not distract from the flare of heat in his loins as the bearded face leaned close, pressed relentless lips over his, and blew a gust of cool, sweet air into his lungs.
Pain and weariness ebbed away. Below the water's surface their lower bodies thrust urgently against each other, and Bernard longed desperately to fill his hands, even his mouth, with the hardness pressing into him. But he would not yield, would not kneel, even to this spirit made flesh. He braced against the current, against the other's strength--and then a sound like rain on leaves came from the bearded face.
Laughter! The startled realization caught Bernard off guard. The body he clutched tensed, leapt upward out of his loosened grip, and grasped the edge of the bridge. There the Green Man hung, swaying like a massive, thickened vine, until Bernard gripped the muscular buttocks with both hands and took the cock nudging at his face all the way into the back of his throat.
The force of the eruption made him stagger, choked him, flooded even his lungs, as though a great wave had crashed over him. He lost his footing, and as he fell the still-streaming cock above poured hot rivulets across his face just before the river claimed him.
Read the rest in Best Fantastic Erotica.