Granite Devotion
Two hundred years ago, Allyn du Sainte Dominique was cursed to a granite prison in the form of a gargoyle. It devastated his lover, the powerful witch, Helene Laurent.
The curse is a powerful one invoked by the goddess Helene worships, but with the universe in perfect alignment, Helene has a chance to free him. She’ll do whatever it takes and use every ounce of her desire to change him back to the human she once knew. Will Helene’s passion and her devotion be strong enough to break the ties that bind him?
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Reviews
“Granite Devotion is perfect!…As the story begins, Helene’s desperation is easy to feel. She is willing to do whatever it takes to free Allyn, even if her sexual acts may be extreme, especially with a granite gargoyle. Since Helene obviously loves Allyn, her odd acts were believable…I wanted more!…In its current form, Granite Devotion is wonderful!” A, Katie, BookingIt
“Granite Devotion is an erotic and fantasy short story…The act of sex magic is very detailed and descriptive. The story shows sweet emotions in Helene’s guilt that Allyn has to suffer the punishment for her and her determination to free him.” 4 out of 5, Pam, Romance Writers Reviews
“Heart-wrenching love and soul-deep devotion ensure a witch and her lover are allowed one more chance together. Morgan Sierra does a great job in making the vibrant emotions come alive for the reader… This story is gorgeously erotic and sadly sweet. It’s also short enough to read on your lunch break and a perfect way to provide a few moment of wonderful diversion. I highly recommend this to anyone looking for something short and hot.” 4 Tea Cups, Clare C, Happily Ever After Reviews
“This short book packed quiet an erotic punch, from the moment Helene starts her erotic ‘dance’ with the Gargoyle statue you know you are in for a book that’s outside the norm. But because of the fantastic writing of Ms Sierra you feel the desperation in Helene to have her lover returned, you understand what she is doing and move past it into the realm Ms Sierra has written. You lose yourself in the characters and the story.” 4 3/4 Diamonds, Suki, Got Erotic Romance
Chapter One
Without a second thought, Helene let the satin robe slide off her shoulders and glide to the floor. She moved with purpose, paying no attention to the cool air as it caressed her now nude flesh. Her skin tingled with anticipation, and blood pounded through her veins.
Finally. During the witching hour, at this important time when the sun hadn’t yet crested the horizon, her magic for this ritual would reach its peak. It would be another two hundred years before the stars aligned, her hormones swelled, the right herbs bloomed. She would not wait all that time again to see him. Could not.
It was time, once and for all, that she prove to him, to herself and to the universe that she was the powerful witch she knew herself to be.
Now standing before him, Helene’s fingers slid between her legs. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, she touched her slick cream. Her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. At the same time, Helene scraped a fingernail across her swollen clit. The spark of sensation that bolted out almost made her knees buckle. She grasped a nearby table, so very satisfied with her body’s readiness.
So close now.
Her gaze swept over the stone figure. Allyn du Sainte Dominique. Her lover. Her love.
Goddess how she’d missed him.
She ran her gaze over his beauty and took in the stone facade. The curse caught him in the act of squatting, guarding over some unseen object. Perhaps her. She reached out to him and stroked his strong jaw. Ran her finger over his lips pulled back in a snarl. The stone tips of his ears, sharpened to a point, should have been repulsive, but in her eyes Allyn was still devastating in his beauty. No curse could take that away.
His well-preserved muscles almost had the illusion of rippling. There was strength in the bunched tone of his thighs. His stomach, so life-like, looked as if he would take a breath at any moment. The wings on his back and the small horns on his head were part of his curse, but that made no difference. They would be gone when he awoke, and if they weren’t, she would find decadent uses for them.
Any moment now…
Between his legs jutted the glorious part of him. His beautiful cock, erect and proud, hinted at prurient promises. Long nights of pleasure and fucking. Orgasms that captured her breath and refused to let go.
She knelt before it, her mouth watering at the sight of swollen veins and the flared head, normally soft and crimson in color. The urge to run her tongue over its tip, perhaps taste his saline offering, sent a shudder down her spine. Her natural perfume lifted into the air while a trickle of cream painted the inside of her thigh. She’d spent so many nights, so many hours dreaming of today. Would it be so wrong, so perverse, to find some pleasure in licking him now, even in his petrified state?
Then again, the spell had to begin some place.
“Goddess above,” Helene whispered, “hear your dark daughter’s plea.”
Swallowing, she leaned forward and pressed her face to his groin. The cool stone took the edge off the fever making her blood boil. A deep inhale later, she pushed down disappointment that she didn’t scent his musk. If the spell didn’t work tonight…
She blinked back tears. “With sun above, and earth below, I beg of you listen to me.”
Helene pressed her mouth to the rough stone, bestowing a gentle kiss on her lover’s thigh. Slowly she turned her head, her mouth seeking out the base of his erection. His heavy testicles remained unmoving as her chin grazed his sac, but there would be time enough for that to change. Mouth open, tongue flattened, she extended it forward for the first taste.
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