My Secret Midnight Fuck with the Wild Elf in Maravelle Forest
An 1572, Jour du Frêne, seventh hour after midnight. Forêt de Maravelle. I groaned, sleepy. Eyes shut tight. Fresh air hits my lungs, damp, woodsy. Birds chirp. Cascade roars nearby. Body aches from rough ground. I sit up. Rub my face, beard, hair. She’s gone. Panic spikes. Her blankets rumpled, gear scattered. Not far. Then […]