Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice

By Giselle Renarde

Professor Selyf is a fay magical, a solitary academic who lives in a mythical village on a Welsh hillside. When a knock at the door interrupts him from his manuscript, beautiful Trysta awakens Selyf's heart... and the sleeping serpent within.

Trysta has a "female problem" that only Selyf’s fairy magic can cure: she was born a girl, but a girl with one particular male part. As a guest in the magical man’s home, Trysta’s growing attraction turns into desire. How can she resist temptation? Particularly when Selyf determines the only way to transform Trysta's body involves a sexual sacrifice on the solstice...

Warnings: This fairy love story contains explicit romance, magical transformation, and MFM menage. Originally published in the anthology “My Mistress’ Thighs.”

Word Count: 11,000

Excerpt:

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ensnared him in a kiss the likes of which he’d never imagined. He felt her veiled passion coursing through his veins as his mouth melded with hers.

Their tongues fought and surged, one against the other. His whole body was so rapt with hers he could hardly breathe. As they kissed, he ran intrepid fingers through her silken hair and down her back. In turn, she held his cheeks and his neck, his back and his sides. When he grasped the firm flesh of her buttocks, Trysta wheezed and broke free.

The look in her eyes was indiscernible but for the temptation it aroused. He almost apologized for being so dreadfully forward before realizing it was she who’d kissed him.

Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her into his arms and carried forth the sweet embrace she’d abandoned. After a moment of brave indecision, she gave in to the kiss and melted in Selyf’s arms. His tongue wrangled hers until she broke away once more.

Pressing her soft lips to his ear, she whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Neither have I,” he admitted. “You’ve aroused in me the sleeping serpent.”

At that turn of phrase, her body grew limp in his arms.

“Yes,” she said. “I know only too well what you mean.”

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Other titles in the Transgender and Genderqueer Erotic Romance series include:

Friends of Dorothy
Dressing for Dinner
Third Rail
A Wolf in Grandmother’s Clothing
Eclipse the Stars
Licorne
Spring Fever
Everybody Knows
Glitter in the Gutter
...and more!

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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Nov 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310836763

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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First appeared in My Mistress’ Thighs published by loveyoudivine Alterotica.

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Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice

By Giselle Renarde

Chapter One

Y Tylwyth Teg, the fair folk, have lived on this mount since before there was a country to speak of. After a skirmish with y gwragedd annwn, the wee folk of the lakes and streams, our great-mothers and fathers settled in these hills and became the gwyllion, good folk of the mountain. There were no human creatures in that time—only the fair folk, existing unhindered in our ways and travels.

A knock at the door shattered Selyf’s concentration. Like a hare on high alert, he sat poised above his magnum opus. If he stayed very quiet, perhaps the intrusive persons outside his lair would think he wasn’t home and simply go away.

Unhindered in our ways and travels, he repeated back to himself.

We used to ride wild horses over hill and dale. These days, they’ve all been tamed. We’ve taken to riding wild pigs, errant dogs, even ducks, if we must.

He could still hear them whispering outside, whoever they were. No, it was no use. The damage to his focus proved utterly irreparable, and he threw down his quill to answer the door.

Beyond the threshold stood a saccharine pair oozing so much wretched love he was surprised it didn’t drip like syrup all over his polished leather boots. They wore jackets the colour of birch leaves—green to indicate their status as social fae. Selyf would have to remind himself to include a subsection on apparel in his chapter regarding gwyllion social iconography. It would certainly be of interest to those who picked up his book for mere entertainment purposes.

The printmaker had warned him against publishing a purely academic collection. He’d gone so far as suggest Selyf include various insights on the topics or sex and romance. Hardly an area of expertise.

Tugging the sleeves of his deep red cassock, he snapped out of thoughts of his manuscript. Yes? What is it you want from me?

He hoped the