Prologue
The Goddess of Alchemy took her place at the top of the
pentagram. The four other Elemental Goddesses had already taken their
positions, waiting, feeling, anticipating the ritual ahead. A warm breeze
filtered through the temple and ruffled the silken robes the women wore. Green,
yellow, red, blue and white, a color for each of the elements. Earth, air,
fire, water, and the binding element, alchemy.
She began the ritual by stating the purpose of the
gathering. “A lost daughter needs our guidance to find her destiny. We must
open the portals of Shadowling and draw her there.”
Five members of the Brotherhood approached and stood behind
the Goddesses. Brown muslin wrapped the men in secrecy. With practiced
precision, each removed the robe of the woman before him.
At the first sensuous touch, the Goddess of Alchemy’s
eyelids closed. Light as feathers, her consort’s fingertips trailed down her
body, over her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, her mons. As her partner pushed
his body closer to hers, a familiar pulsing need bubbled to life in her lower
abdomen. His hand slid between her thighs and skilled fingers pressed deep into
her pussy. Like the others, she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her
lips. With every stroke, her companion forced her closer and closer to the
brink of release, just as his brethren did with the other Goddesses. Their
passions rose in perfect unison, blending and coiling like sentient smoke,
burning hotter and hotter, reaching out until their passions coalesced.
Only then did the she speak again. “Goddess of Earth, bring
life to flower and field and tree. Goddess of Air, breathe life into all you
see. Goddess of Fire, cleanse the soul and set our daughters free. Goddess of
Water, call up a shield of raging emerald seas. Our connection is sealed. So
mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” the other Goddesses repeated as they
continued feeding off each others’ sexual energy. Finally, the raw, volatile
power consumed them and they erupted in simultaneous orgasm.
The surge encircled them, crackling through the temple,
suspending them in pleasure. The energy from their climaxes harmonized and the
portal connecting them to Shadowling Manor sizzled open, like lightning across
a dark sky. The sacred manor now resonated with the powers of the Goddesses,
calling to the lost one, drawing her to the place where she’d find her heart’s
path, where she’d be healed, be cured, be shown life’s perfect, irrefutable
truth…
Sex creates power. Sex gives life. Sex is life.
This is the legacy of Shadowling Manor.
Chapter One
Tears.
Ronin was so tuned to the presence of a woman’s tears that
he could swear he heard them fall. While hearing a tear hit the surf on the
other side of the ocean was a stretch, there could be no mistaking the scent or
the taste. Each woman’s tears were unique. These tasted of secrets and sorrow.
Ronin held each on his tongue, decoding subtle clues and catching one after
another.
Seven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie. Liquid
key that broke the curse for one night. Sunset to dawn.
Ronin had twelve hours exactly on this night of Mabon, the
autumnal equinox.
Obsidian black with foaming mane and tail, his liquid steed
bucked and galloped across the Atlantic in the time it took a cloud to glide
across the face of the rising moon. At the edge of Wolf Harbor, his ride
dissolved into thrashing breakers along the jetty.
Seven tears summoned the beast across the ocean, carried
the selkie to his intended on enchanted waters. Seven tears summoned man from
beast.
The scent and taste of her—cool and crisp as new snow—washed
through him, renewing his withered spirit. A vision of her tear-streaked face,
framed in a wild mane of dark locks, was like a sun rising in his heart. Her
need gave him power. Her hunger drove him up on the rocky barrier.
Metamorphosis clamped him in its jaws. Transforming Ronin
form seal to man. He writhed and moaned
The Goddess of Alchemy took her place at the top of the
pentagram. The four other Elemental Goddesses had already taken their
positions, waiting, feeling, anticipating the ritual ahead. A warm breeze
filtered through the temple and ruffled the silken robes the women wore. Green,
yellow, red, blue and white, a color for each of the elements. Earth, air,
fire, water, and the binding element, alchemy.
She began the ritual by stating the purpose of the
gathering. “A lost daughter needs our guidance to find her destiny. We must
open the portals of Shadowling and draw her there.”
Five members of the Brotherhood approached and stood behind
the Goddesses. Brown muslin wrapped the men in secrecy. With practiced
precision, each removed the robe of the woman before him.
At the first sensuous touch, the Goddess of Alchemy’s
eyelids closed. Light as feathers, her consort’s fingertips trailed down her
body, over her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, her mons. As her partner pushed
his body closer to hers, a familiar pulsing need bubbled to life in her lower
abdomen. His hand slid between her thighs and skilled fingers pressed deep into
her pussy. Like the others, she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her
lips. With every stroke, her companion forced her closer and closer to the
brink of release, just as his brethren did with the other Goddesses. Their
passions rose in perfect unison, blending and coiling like sentient smoke,
burning hotter and hotter, reaching out until their passions coalesced.
Only then did the she speak again. “Goddess of Earth, bring
life to flower and field and tree. Goddess of Air, breathe life into all you
see. Goddess of Fire, cleanse the soul and set our daughters free. Goddess of
Water, call up a shield of raging emerald seas. Our connection is sealed. So
mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” the other Goddesses repeated as they
continued feeding off each others’ sexual energy. Finally, the raw, volatile
power consumed them and they erupted in simultaneous orgasm.
The surge encircled them, crackling through the temple,
suspending them in pleasure. The energy from their climaxes harmonized and the
portal connecting them to Shadowling Manor sizzled open, like lightning across
a dark sky. The sacred manor now resonated with the powers of the Goddesses,
calling to the lost one, drawing her to the place where she’d find her heart’s
path, where she’d be healed, be cured, be shown life’s perfect, irrefutable
truth…
Sex creates power. Sex gives life. Sex is life.
This is the legacy of Shadowling Manor.
Chapter One
Tears.
Ronin was so tuned to the presence of a woman’s tears that
he could swear he heard them fall. While hearing a tear hit the surf on the
other side of the ocean was a stretch, there could be no mistaking the scent or
the taste. Each woman’s tears were unique. These tasted of secrets and sorrow.
Ronin held each on his tongue, decoding subtle clues and catching one after
another.
Seven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie. Liquid
key that broke the curse for one night. Sunset to dawn.
Ronin had twelve hours exactly on this night of Mabon, the
autumnal equinox.
Obsidian black with foaming mane and tail, his liquid steed
bucked and galloped across the Atlantic in the time it took a cloud to glide
across the face of the rising moon. At the edge of Wolf Harbor, his ride
dissolved into thrashing breakers along the jetty.
Seven tears summoned the beast across the ocean, carried
the selkie to his intended on enchanted waters. Seven tears summoned man from
beast.
The scent and taste of her—cool and crisp as new snow—washed
through him, renewing his withered spirit. A vision of her tear-streaked face,
framed in a wild mane of dark locks, was like a sun rising in his heart. Her
need gave him power. Her hunger drove him up on the rocky barrier.
Metamorphosis clamped him in its jaws. Transforming Ronin
form seal to man. He writhed and moaned
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