Coiled

By M. Kistulot

Alannah is an adventurer that moves through the world looking to make the world a better place with her courage and her sword. Though things have gone poorly before, when a village rumor of a monster in a nearby ruins reaches her ears she has no choice but to explore to resolve this situation... but what she minds may have different hungers than to devour her as a meal...

• Language: English
• Publisher: M. Kistulot
• Release date: Jun 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463154175

M. Kistulot

Ink on the page, and ink in the blood, I've been writing since I can remember and nothing has ever fascinated me more than playing with the concepts of control, obedience, and the self. Since 2005 I've been using fiction to explore these concepts. This generally involves a copious amount of women being very intimate with other women, but how better to make any journey more fun along the way than with company?I don't like to write the same story twice, but exploring the same concept from different angles is a must. You can expect my writing to be focused on characters, their feelings, their thoughts (or their lackthereof) and to have these things be challenged, or played with, or explored through intimacy, dominance, submission, hypnosis, and other methods of mind control. As a practicing hypnotist myself I know that it has very real limits, but sometimes in fiction it can be fun to suspend one's disbelief just a little, and my stories tend to reflect that. Fiction should feel real, but also be a bit larger than life. Enticing. Tempting. Just out of reach.I like to play in different genres, with different styles, but it all comes back to some very simple concepts: women controlling other women, women losing control with other women, and women being very close with each other. If any of this sounds appealing, then I think we're going to get along just fine.

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Coiled

By M. Kistulot

©2018 by M. Kistulot

Edited by Gail Duncan

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Alannah took a deep, slow breath as she the edge of a large overgrown forest that seemed to show a certain amount of respect for the ancient ruins that sprawled before its border. The ruins were far enough away from the nearby village, but there were still… concerns. Rumors had started brewing in the recent weeks that there was something unnatural, and inhuman living within the remnants of whatever great civilization had erected the once formidable ziggurat and its surrounding structures.

It was easy to envision how it must have looked. Imposing. Domed. Three large stone staircases all leading up to a single large entryway, before at least another flight or two allowed access to the dome itself. The stone was covered with what looked like ancient runes, and it was still visible where gold and jewels had been embedded in the structure.

Those glory days had been over for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

Every last square inch of gold, every last jewel, had been picked clean from the fallen structure. No longer would one need to take one of its broken main staircases to reach the ziggurat’s entrances, for the walls had either been destroyed by some great force, or fallen into disrepair. Higher parts of the structure were no longer above it, but instead to the side. Some jutted out of the ground as if they had been ripped free and imbedded by a gigantic hand. Peering through the walls of the ziggurat itself one could see other pieces looking as though they had simply fallen into place.

Alannah was no historian. The sword that rested at her hip was what she knew best of all. Steel hung over her shoulders, and a dress of matching scales fell over her chest in the form of a dress that ended mid-way down her thighs. Beneath she wore rough leather, with more steel wrapped around her thighs.

Dull steel greaves strapped around her brown leather boots, stained with mud, swamp muck, and any other number of vile fluids that the adventurer had encountered over the years. Pampered knights had the time to keep their armor shining. The stains had more meaning to her.

Adventurers like Alannah went from village to village, city to city, searching for rumors and opportunities. The world was vast and wide, and while a woman with such long, wavy red hair and skin that stayed smooth and soft even amidst such journeys could have had a simpler life that wasn’t what called to her. Alannah wanted a life that meant more. Alannah wanted to see the top of distant mountains, the depths of distant caves and forests, and to protect ordinary people from threats that they were ill suited to handle.

Dried twigs cracked under the adventurer’s boots as she moved closer to the ruins. Many reports of inhuman beasts, no matter how perfectly they fit the description of a known creature, turned out to be bandits. Why would a bandit wish to invite local authorities by seeming to be nothing more than a small band of thieves? It worked to keep many criminals safe from justice.

And if it is merely someone wishing to be left well enough alone, then they have chosen a poor hiding place. Even if these ruins remain in disuse