Kleo Erili
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240
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553.9 K
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Reading
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One evening, when the house was quiet, Valentina sat down by the light of her Essence lamp and picked up her quill to finally write a few letters to her family. My dearest Adeline, she began the first one. After all, she had promised her sister she would write and tell her all about life in the capital. She described the tournament, the shining armor the knights wore with their imaginative helmet decorations and their fluttering banners. The ladies' dresses, the silk and brocade in every color…-
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A week later, Valentina sat in the large parliamentary structure on the palace grounds, squeezed between the duchess and Lady Beatrice in the rows reserved for the magnates' companions. High wooden beams supported the linen roofs, which softened the bright summer light into a warm glow, and cooling Essence patterns ensured that the heat remained bearable. Nevertheless, there was a strong smell of sweat and perfume from the spectators. Today, there was no debate on the agenda, but rather petitions and…
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They sank onto the bed, Innogen on her back, Valentina on top of her, their bodies entwining into a tangle of limbs and kisses. Valentina slid her hand lower, stroking the blonde triangle between Innogen's legs and playing tenderly with the soft hair. Innogen gasped softly, a stifled sound that made Valentina laugh, a quiet, joyful laugh that drowned in a kiss. Her fingers slid deeper, circling the sensitive bud, feeling the wetness that gathered invitingly below there. Innogen arched her back as…
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The sunlight seeping through the curtains gently awakened Valentina from a deep, dreamless sleep. She stretched slowly under the sheets, and a pleasant tingling sensation ran through her muscles. There was still a pleasant heaviness in her limbs. A smile stole across her lips before she could stop it. "Good morning, little Weaver," Vyxara purred in her head. "No regrets?" "Not a trace," Valentina thought back, rolling onto her side. Her body felt pleasantly exhausted, as if she had spent a whole…
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The Tower leaned against the wooden frame of the box, arms crossed, watching her silently as she tried to pluck the last strands of hay from her hair. His expression was hard to read, but if she had to guess, there was something in his grey-blue eyes that looked like genuine curiosity. "Why?" he finally asked, clearing his throat. Valentina looked up at him and threw the last straw on the floor. "Why what?" "Why are you really here?" He tilted his head slightly to one side. It was a gesture that…
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The Tower immediately spun around and his hand shot to his belt, where a knife hung. The speed with which he moved was frightening for a man of his size. For a heartbeat, he stood there, tense as a bowstring and ready to strike. Then she could see from his amazingly expressive eyebrows that he was making one realization after another about what he was seeing. A small woman. Alone. In a cloak, her hood still covering her face. His hand relaxed. He straightened up, and his expression changed from…
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Valentina moved as quickly as the low visibility allowed through the alleys of Vandercourt, recalling Beatrice's directions over and over again. The fabric of her dark cloak swayed gently around her with every step, and her hood and cape hid her face from the few passersby who were still out at this late hour. Vandercourt was a beautiful and bustling city during the day, but at night it was not necessarily a place you wanted to be. The merchant district was quiet, the shops long since closed and their…
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Valentina awoke with a gasp, the sheets clinging damp to her skin, her heart racing as if she had just sprinted through the steep alleys of Bridgewater. The fragments of her dream reluctantly receded from her consciousness. Giant hands gripping her hips, the weight of a massive body pressing her into the mattress, and grey-blue eyes that regarded her with that fascinating indifference. "My goodness," Vyxara purred in her head, the demon's words dripping with amusement. "If your dreams get any more…
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The next day, the Greystones' carriage rumbled through the narrow streets back to the townhouse, and Valentina could still hear the roar of the debate in Parliament ringing in her ears. It still was exciting to watch Cosimo at work. His carefully placed arguments outside of sessions about the pirate threat and his subtle hints at riches to come had left visible cracks in the opposition. "The Marquess of Timberpine was particularly persuasive today," Lady Beatrice remarked as she fanned herself. "The way…
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"Cut," Randy finally said, turning off the cameras. Chloe stood up on shaky legs, her breathing heavy and irregular. Her body still hummed with unfulfilled arousal, a frustrating tingling between her legs that she wanted to ignore. She hated that her body had reacted to someone like Randy at all. But some things you just couldn't control. "That was great, Randy," she cooed in her sweetest, most submissive voice, forcing a bright smile. "So good!" "Sure it was." He grinned smugly and scratched his…-
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