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Opis ebooka Battle for the Kinky Throne - Sally Fornia

The ruling goddess of Sexaria has been exiled once more, and a new god reigns in her place, submitting the people to his twisted sexual perversions. But his power will be defied once more. Awi, the sexy warrior, ex slave and lover of the goddess, will lead the resistance and try to depose the usurper, restoring the harmony in the planet controlled by the magic of sexual pleasure. Awi's quest for a legendary sword will lead her to the old kinky gods, who are more alive and more horny than anyone would have guessed. They will give her the secret to release the most powerful weapon in the planet as she procures to dominate the Kinky Ruler through a hot, steamy session of sex.To do this, she will have to defeat the traps set on her way to make her surrender to pleasure and abandon her quest!Not everything is what it appears to be, though. Awi doesn't know that the ancient gods have a secret agenda for when she completes her mission. The old gods are horny, hornier than ever!This second volume in the SeXpotiX saga is hotter, longer and darker than the first one, and can be read independently. You'll need to take frequent breaks in your reading! Because you've never read anything sexier than this.

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Fragment ebooka Battle for the Kinky Throne - Sally Fornia

BATTLE FOR THE KINKY THRONE

by Sally Fornia

the SeXpotiX saga

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© 2015, Sally Fornia. All rights reserved.

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Eros Shrugged Publishing, June 2017

The cover image is a composite from artwork byLe Chat Designs (goddess),Angie (dragon),Roberto Melo (warrior) andPewter7 (all other graphic elements).

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old in age. Any similarity with real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Don’t read this work if you feel offended by graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults.

BATTLE FOR THE KINKY THRONE

The three suns are aligned. Today I would be visiting her, Awi thought, looking at the sky over the barren Plains. A few months ago, she would have seen the floating castle to the right of the line drawn by the suns; she would have been excited awaiting the arrival of the translucent glass bubble that would take her there, allowing her to lie in the arms of the sweet goddess.

But there was no floating castle anymore, and the goddess was somewhere in space, orbiting the planet inside a capsule, longing for the days when she still ruled over Sexaria. Now there was a new god ruling over this world, and he had built his palace deep under the ground, leaving the sky to the ominous, enormous birds that patrolled the planet following his command.

Awi felt an unusual wetness descending from her eye, making way through her dusty face, tracing a dark line on her left cheek before running out of force and stopping. A tear. She was a warrior and she never cried, but she was crying now.

For months, she and her kind had been hiding in the Plains, living as fugitives. Their weapons of war (swords, knives, spears, axes) were now used to hunt, fish, and build, but sometimes they had a chance to employ them against the king’s sentinels: dark, tall, mouthless men who roamed the planet in search for the rebels.

If Rrostan, the new tyrant, the Kink Ruler, found them, he would surely kill them all. Rumor had it that most of the goddess’ guards, allies, friends, and closest slaves had been slayed by the new king’s minions, and the ones who survived were being subjected to all kinds of sexual experiments, bordering on torture.

Because Rrostan, like the goddess he deposed, also drew his power from sexual pleasure. But while She (that’s how everyone called her, just She, or sometimes the Kinky One) had established a delicate balance of sexual forces, combining masculine and feminine elements, pain and pleasure, strength and softness, touch and tease, his own method was imbalanced and brutal, tending to cause pleasure only to him, while the other parties were made to suffer or just long for a release that would never come.

Awi had a name for the queen goddess. In their intimacy, when they were both alone, she called her Melicora, a name she made up from words in an ancient human tongue, meaning Honeyheart. The goddess laughed at her. It was a terribly inadequate name, since she could often be cruel, often with Awi herself (others had it much worse). But she always turned back into sweetness, even after the longest and roughest sessions of kinky sex.

Warrior, lover, slave: Awi missed her Melicora in all three aspects. But, to be fair, she remembered her with a mixture of love and hate, as the memories of the times when she used to lose herself in the tender embrace of the Kinky One alternated with others where She teased on her endlessly, never allowing her to reach her climax, getting close to her lips, nipples, and thighs without actually kissing them, chastising her with a whip and provoking an intolerable arousal, running a feather over her skin and then mercilessly declaring that the session had ended. These moments made her furious as the bubble took her back to her post, down in the surface of the planet, but also made her even more eager to meet her sweet master and lover again.

There was a fine line between Melicora’s more sadistic moments and Rrostan’s practices, but the line existed: Melicora gave in to sensual excess as an integral aspect of her being, and giving herself to her people, ensuring that pleasure and release were freely spread over the land, was also an inseparable part of it. She took because she gave, as good rulers tend to do, only other rulers do it with gold or food or land, and she did it with sexy pleasure.