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The Huntress (c) 2012 by Andurant Krinn Laying on a soft cushion of gentle, green moss, my gaze drifting slowly up into the heavens: each brilliant star sparkling as she softly speaks; stellar synchronicity with each silent syllable... My thoughts are as empty as the dark; the warm, sensual breeze of her words blow gently across my naked form and slide serene and secret into eager ears... The tall trees of my prison stand guard round about; I could flee, if she commanded, but in the running I will always feel her delicate breath upon my neck like a silken chain, gently dragging me back to her side: And I want; wanting like I have never wanted before... Alluring, agile fingers trace tenderly through my hair and I gasp: my will seeps out of my mind like sand! That beautiful breeze speaks yet again in a whisper and her thoughts and desires subdue and supplant my own... And I lust, lusting like I have never lusted before... Forever in shadows, this Huntress has snared me with her words; sensual, seductive sparks, as countless as the stars in the sky! They seep into my ears, slide effortlessly into my mind, and burn like a million lamps in the Temple of my Soul... And I surrender, surrendering like I have never surrendered before... With each whispered word, I faithfully forever fall; with each painful pause, I crave her continual call! With each calm command, I consent and obey: I am broken to the Huntress who has claimed me today...
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