After battling giant spiders and goblins, Peyton, Robyn, and Willow pass through the Dark Forest and arrive at Odmor, where they rent a room in a rowdy tavern. Two of Peyton's fellow butch knights from the knight academy show up, and as Peyton falls helplessly in love with dorky, gentle Willow, Knight Aida can't keep her eyes off of Robyn . . . or her hands. Their blossoming romance is jeopardized, however, when witch hunters arrive in town. Don't miss the second installment of this lesbian fantasy romance series!
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Robyn's big breasts heaved with an angry breath. "I've no intention of dropping my 'knickers' for the likes of you!" she indignantly hurled, little hands balling up into tight fists on her horse's reins. Robyn had such cute little hands, Peyton thought, and yet they were capable of hurling fireballs that could melt her face off.
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"Either way, we must rally together," added Suvera. "Our numbers will give us greater strength. As I am sure you know, witch hunters are not a game, and Peyton will have little chance against them alone."
"She is not alone," said Robyn indignantly. "She is in the company of two mighty sorceresses!" She bristled when Suvera and Aida chuckled, and Peyton shook her head in weary amusement.
"Willow and I aren't exactly useless," Robyn angrily insisted.
"No offense, my lady, but you are," said Suvera.
"Witch hunters will have ways to render you helpless," Aida patiently explained.
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"Shall I be the one to make sweet love to you, fair lady?" Peyton whispered with soft affection. "Shall you command this of me?" She took her hand away. "Tell me thy will."
Heart pounding in her ears, Robyn whispered through trembling lips, "Y-Yes."
"Yes, what?" Peyton teased.
Suddenly annoyed, Robyn turned her head and glared over her shoulder at Peyton as she said almost angrily, "Yes, I command you to make love to me—!" The last word was crushed in her mouth when Peyton suddenly kissed her.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Robyn's big breasts heaved with an angry breath. "I've no intention of dropping my 'knickers' for the likes of you!" she indignantly hurled, little hands balling up into tight fists on her horse's reins. Robyn had such cute little hands, Peyton thought, and yet they were capable of hurling fireballs that could melt her face off.
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"Either way, we must rally together," added Suvera. "Our numbers will give us greater strength. As I am sure you know, witch hunters are not a game, and Peyton will have little chance against them alone."
"She is not alone," said Robyn indignantly. "She is in the company of two mighty sorceresses!" She bristled when Suvera and Aida chuckled, and Peyton shook her head in weary amusement.
"Willow and I aren't exactly useless," Robyn angrily insisted.
"No offense, my lady, but you are," said Suvera.
"Witch hunters will have ways to render you helpless," Aida patiently explained.
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"Shall I be the one to make sweet love to you, fair lady?" Peyton whispered with soft affection. "Shall you command this of me?" She took her hand away. "Tell me thy will."
Heart pounding in her ears, Robyn whispered through trembling lips, "Y-Yes."
"Yes, what?" Peyton teased.
Suddenly annoyed, Robyn turned her head and glared over her shoulder at Peyton as she said almost angrily, "Yes, I command you to make love to me—!" The last word was crushed in her mouth when Peyton suddenly kissed her.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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