And the Lion Shall Lie with the Lamb
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by G.R. Richards
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Jason's life with Maurice has become unbearable. Day to day, Jason's convinced there's no escape from domestic discord, but nighttime is a different story. In dreams, he escapes to a world beyond imagination, where there are giraffes as big as dinosaurs, and pretty felines dance with swaggering stags. Also in this world is Tavaris, the lion shifter Jason loves. With Tavaris, he feels safe and protected. Will Jason have to return to his horrible life with Maurice tomorrow morning, or will Tavaris claim him at last? WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, shape shifters, and explicit descriptions of gay sex.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing/eXcessica, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [48 KB]
Reading time: 19-27 min.
Jason inched back along his moss bed, telling himself there was no excuse for being afraid of a ladybug. Still, most ladybugs weren't the size of a sweat lodge.
"Where am I?" Jason asked. It was still dark enough that he couldn't make out what lay beyond the thick forest, and the ladybug blocked his view of the route straight ahead.
"You mean you don't know, after all this time?" The bug shook its monstrous head like it was disappointed. "When will you ever learn?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you?" This was nuts!
In rather a low voice for a ladybug, it said, "Every night it's the same thing."
Before Jason could ask anything further, the creature shifted to the right, shrinking to the size of a dog and lifting into the air. Except, of course, most dogs Jason knew couldn't fly. The gusts of wind coming off that shiny insect's polka-dot wings tousled Jason's hair. It wasn't quite so frightening at this size. Jason rose to follow as it took off down a wooded path.
As Jason stepped across the groundcover of velvety violets, he felt a twinge in both his side and his heart. He knew this feeling, like he was floating in a warm ocean and sinking to its seaweed-laden depths simultaneously. It was deja-vu. Unmistakable.
"Have I been here before?" Jason asked the ladybug, whose size seemed in constant flux now.
When they arrived at a clearing, the insect said, "You tell me."
Jason stepped up on the raised tree root before him and gazed across the savannah. There seemed to be every type of earthscape represented in this place, from desert to plains to rain forest, and all so close you could walk from one to the next. The memory of this place was buried just deep enough that he couldn't quite access it, but he knew it was there, and that knowing made him feel a little queasy.
All across the plains, animals roamed free. Giraffes the size of dinosaurs craned their necks up, munching on leafy foliage that grew back the moment it had been devoured. As he wandered through warm lush grasses, wolf cubs wrestled with goat kids as a kangaroo nanny watched them play. Jason couldn't help but smile as he observed those fuzzy little cubs latching on to a goat kid's tail, slipping onto their backs, and writhing side to side with the enthusiasm that only a baby animal could enjoy.
The ladybug continued on and, as though they were attached by a silver thread, Jason followed. He passed by cats walking tall on two legs and dressed in rumba skirts. They beckoned him to dance and when he shirked the offer, feeling sheepish and shy, they approached a group of stags, who eagerly set down their glasses of scotch to join the cat women on the dance floor.
And then, in the rippling mirage sheen of a distant mound, Jason spotted the figure that brought all the memories streaming back to consciousness.
"Tavaris!" Jason shouted, taking off in a run. "Tavaris, I'm here! It's me!"