Ripples of Desire: Adventures on Shoals Asunder Chapter 1

By Constance Letterman

Chapter 1 of the illustrated serial erotica Adventures on Shoals Asunder. After losing her way in an unfamiliar forest, Eaglette discovered a sacred lake. She took refuge, but little did she know, the guardian would require a payment for infringing on her domain. Eaglette didn't have much in the way of worldly possessions It's a good thing sexual favors will do.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Constance Letterman
• Release date: Aug 24, 2017

Constance Letterman

Constance Letterman is a geek and a sci-fi/fantasy fan girl. She loves a good adventure with a side of romance. She is sex positive and into sharing kinky tales. She writes stories of excitement and sex. She also does a bit of art when she has time between writing. She has a website with a free illustrated serial erotic fantasy, Adventures on Shoals Asunder. www.magicstoneportal.com

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Ripples of Desire

Adventures on Shoals Asunder: Chapter 1

by Constance Letterman

Published 2017 on Smashwords by Constance Letterman

http://magicstoneportal.com/

2017 © Constance Letterman

This is a fictional story contain graphic descriptions of sex and are intended for a mature audience only. By proceeding past this disclaimer you agree that you are legally allowed to read adult materials in the country where you reside. All characters depicted in this story are aged 18 or over.

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The sunlight slanted through the shimmering air, trailing misty rainbows through the picturesque valley. It was a gorgeous setting, an abandoned indention in the high mountains. The crisp water bubbled from a pure water spring just above the valley, feeding into the deep blue pool below. The whole valley was enclosed in a thick tangle of tall spindly pine trees. It almost felt like this was somehow a sacred place, and they were holding back the wilds.

Eaglette entered the vale like a pilgrim enters a cathedral. Parched and weary from two days without water, the lake looked like a liquid blessing from the three goddesses. She was a huntress, some would call her a poacher. Having traveled the forests near her home in South Victoria, she knew better than to let her stores get so low. A desperate flight from a large group of local bandits had chased her far from her normal hunting grounds. A nasty fall had broken her pride, and the compass she used for direction. She was a long way from home, and in unfamiliar territory. To put it bluntly, she was lost.

The valley looked like heaven, untouched and unspoiled by any other human being in thousands of years. In the center of the lake was an island, with a curious stone structure. It was an empty, solitary archway, overgrown with thick green vines, and crumbling. It was a testament that someone had been here once, even if it had not been for a very long time.

She lowered her pack to the ground, setting it on the smooth pebbled shoreline. Her boots crunched against the tiny stones where she walked. She dropped to her knees, the water ripples lapping gently against her pants. Nothing in this world