Moonflower rising
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,194
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Moonflower rising
DISC: This work is my own, original characters, story and all. I would ask for them to not be used with out my permission. This story contains violence, strong language, sex. Although the characters in the story do not condone safe sex, please keep in mind that you should.
It's not easy growing up in a household full of women. Especially when those women will beat you in an inch of your life if you don't sit properly, tilt your elbow at the perfect degree, or remain silent unless spoken too. I would know, I was sold into a household such as this when I was seven. I can't remember my blood-parents well, what I do recall are just scrambled bits of memory, pictures. If I think hard, concentrate until I feel the blood pounding in my ears, I can smell lavender, hear a masculine laugh, feel loving arms wrap around me. But these memories only last a moment, snatched away as soon as I draw in a breath.
The household I reside in is one of the seven most popular pleasure houses in Aretha. You would think it an honor to live in such a place as this, living in lavish bedrooms with beds of silk, carpets of thick fur. I think it as a prison; for I know what goes on after the house is shut down for the day, when the women no longer take assignments from the wealthy. Sometimes you can hear screaming, sometimes you can¡¦t hear anything. I learned early, it is best to remain invisible.
I am Nineteen years now, and a trained adept in the Moonflower House. Although I am higher up on the chain than a slave, I am not regarded by the women as equal. I have taken many assignments, as in Aretha, it is considered a high honor to work in one of these houses. I have choices of my patrons, well; I would if I was a full apprentice. Our master, Eriyia, picks out my assignments, as I have a particular gift.
You may ask yourself, what is this gift? What lowly adept could offer a gift that makes the master herself jealous? I am of a rare breed, they call me a Salinyete, a person who can take pleasure in pain, but I just call myself Athena. A Salinyete, according to history, is born to a household rarely. Other women can take pleasure in pain, this I do know. But none, none can match the intensity I could go through.
So I will say this once more, I am Athena, A Salinyete, and I fear the household in which I reside, but not as much, as I fear myself.
AN: This is just the introduction to the story, I promise spicy stuff later on. The more reviews, the quicker I update
It's not easy growing up in a household full of women. Especially when those women will beat you in an inch of your life if you don't sit properly, tilt your elbow at the perfect degree, or remain silent unless spoken too. I would know, I was sold into a household such as this when I was seven. I can't remember my blood-parents well, what I do recall are just scrambled bits of memory, pictures. If I think hard, concentrate until I feel the blood pounding in my ears, I can smell lavender, hear a masculine laugh, feel loving arms wrap around me. But these memories only last a moment, snatched away as soon as I draw in a breath.
The household I reside in is one of the seven most popular pleasure houses in Aretha. You would think it an honor to live in such a place as this, living in lavish bedrooms with beds of silk, carpets of thick fur. I think it as a prison; for I know what goes on after the house is shut down for the day, when the women no longer take assignments from the wealthy. Sometimes you can hear screaming, sometimes you can¡¦t hear anything. I learned early, it is best to remain invisible.
I am Nineteen years now, and a trained adept in the Moonflower House. Although I am higher up on the chain than a slave, I am not regarded by the women as equal. I have taken many assignments, as in Aretha, it is considered a high honor to work in one of these houses. I have choices of my patrons, well; I would if I was a full apprentice. Our master, Eriyia, picks out my assignments, as I have a particular gift.
You may ask yourself, what is this gift? What lowly adept could offer a gift that makes the master herself jealous? I am of a rare breed, they call me a Salinyete, a person who can take pleasure in pain, but I just call myself Athena. A Salinyete, according to history, is born to a household rarely. Other women can take pleasure in pain, this I do know. But none, none can match the intensity I could go through.
So I will say this once more, I am Athena, A Salinyete, and I fear the household in which I reside, but not as much, as I fear myself.
AN: This is just the introduction to the story, I promise spicy stuff later on. The more reviews, the quicker I update