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“Gross Indecency : An Otherworld Novel” Chapter One : Support Us on Patreon :D

May 9, 2015
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Gross Indecency: An Otherworld Novel in-progress novel K. and S.L. are working on starring some sexy Fae exiled to London. It’s a smutty romp, pure erotic fun with no real plot. It will be about 100,000 words when complete, and the first 9 chapters are written (just half are in editing). We will release one new chapter of it each month for our patrons! I’ll give a teaser here from the first chapter (the one just posted for our Patreon patrons):


Malachite stalked through the doorway, his face twisted with annoyance. “Tell me, once again, what the charge was… and why the hell I’m bothering to bail you out.”

Rime smirked as he rose from his cot and pressed himself against the cold metal bars of his holding cell. Turning his head slightly, he drew his tongue up one of the polished bars and then blew against the spot. The same ice crystals of his namesake sprang up from the metal to meet his breath, but then quickly dissipated in the heat of the room. “Gross indecency. Apparently, it’s illegal to give one of the Queen’s guards a smashingly erotic blowjob while he’s still on duty.”

Suppressing a shudder—because how many times had he been on the receiving end of Rime’s oral expertise?—Malachite continued to glare at Rime. “And you called me why?” He hadn’t seen his lover for almost two years due to an irreconcilable conflict of interest. Namely, that Rime couldn’t seem to remember whose bed he was supposed to be in. “Whirlwind no longer taking your calls?”

“No,” Rime said, and for a moment, he looked rather pathetic as he stared at Malachite. “I’ve been meaning to call you for weeks now. This was as good an excuse as any to call… to see you again.” He paused, and a smile slowly curved his lips. “Besides, you always said you loved to see me locked up. I could hardly resist.”

Malachite crossed his arms. “You couldn’t call me until you wound up in jail. Mmm. I can see how difficult it must have been for you to pick up the phone before now.”

“I’m sorry, Malachite,” Rime murmured as he leaned his head against the bars. “I was an ass.”

“Yes, you were,” Malachite said, a sharp edge to his voice, though the harshness didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’ve missed you. The flat has been desperately lonely since you left.” Rime’s ice blue eyes drank in the beautiful features he’d longed for every moment since Malachite had disappeared down the crowded street where they’d fought and parted.

Malachite looked away, lips tight. “You’ve missed me so much you were arrested for blowing someone in public? Forgive me my skepticism.”

“I was desperate! I’m a creature of love and lust!” Rime tightened his hands around the bars. “You haven’t been here, and—”

“And I am supposed to believe in two years you haven’t fucked anyone? That this was just a desperate moment of overwhelming loneliness?” Malachite’s bitter laughter echoed in the room. “Give me more credit than that. I believe my brother called you the Whore of the Lunar Court for a reason.”

Rime cringed. Only Malachite could make him ashamed of his past, and the words struck him to his core. Releasing the bars, he dejectedly sat on his cot. “I didn’t. I didn’t fuck anyone outside of work. That’s all, whether you trust my word or not.” It had been as hard as hell, too. Satyrs were meant for sex, and he’d been denying his very nature. More than once he’d thanked the Old Gods that Briar had roped them all into porn. Without that outlet, he’d have tipped over into true madness and gone on some sort of violent rampage.

Malachite watched Rime, silent and considering. Rime had never lied to him, and he had no cause to doubt his word now. He walked up to the bars, wrapped his fingers around the cold metal, and sighed. “A guard, Rime? Out of everyone in London, you had to choose one of Her Majesty’s guards to break your dry spell?”

“You know how I enjoy certain thrills.” Rime shrugged with a half-hearted chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”


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