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001 – Captive of the Drow
Darrick yanked at the ropes binding his naked body but, stretched up on his toes, he had no leverage. The only thing he achieved for his effort was rope burns on his wrists. Muscles exhausted he slumped, letting himself hang from the ropes. Someone nearby laughed, a deep, sensuous sound that lingered in his ears.…
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Scaled Submission
“Submit soft skin. Join my clan!” The creature’s voice was a sibilant rumble. Lysander trembled in fear as the lizard’s tongue traced the curve of her neck, caressing her skin cool and damp like wet velvet. The scent of rot clung to it, a stark contrast to the faint lavender of her own skin. The…