![]() ![]() ![]() But she was an Ephemeral, and when in a non-corporeal state as she was now, her sense of smell was nonexistent. She bent and put her nose to it, inhaling deeply, wishing she could smell the sweet delicacies hidden inside the gay wrapping. There were few things that could have drawn her attention away from the carnal display on the bed, even momentarily. That in itself told Silvia that this particular specimen of manhood must be something quite extraordinary.Ĭonfident that neither of them could see her in her current form, she meandered around the perimeter of the bed, pausing at the sight of the confectioner's box on the bedside table. Like most in her profession, she had taken hundreds if not thousands of lovers over the centuries. Michaela had been born a Companion, a courtesan with the power to please any man. And when it came to hedonistic matters such as these, had lived vicariously through her. Silvia had always watched over her as best she could. Had been since their childhood in Vesta's Temple. Michaela was her closest, dearest friend in both worlds. Which just possibly made him worthy of the woman he was riding. By firelight, he was magnificent-a golden god. ![]() From her vantage point, all she could see was his backside. Silvia could only employ her imagination regarding how sizable that portion of his male anatomy might be. ![]() Her body was open to receive each thrust of his organ. Michaela looked so vulnerable and feminine lying in his enormous bed, under his enormous, straining warrior's body. With an experienced eye, Silvia sized him up in a long, sweeping glance as she stood at the foot of his bed, her arm loosely wrapped around a bedpost corded with carven grapevines.ĭark, cropped hair broad, sculpted shoulders a pronounced indentation running the length of his spine powerful thighs and buttocks flesh glistening from his exertions knees dug into the bedcovers between the smooth stockinged thighs of his bed partner. Lord Bastian Satyr was certainly a big one. Rome, EarthWorld Esquiline Hill February 1881 Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Bastian, The Lords of Satyr ![]()
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