The Path of Wickedness: A Fertile Paranormal Fantasy

By Cordova Skye

All my life, I was taught to obey and abstain, but when I flee an arranged marriage, I find myself in the little town of Fallowbrook.

Broke and on foot, I take shelter in the town church. There my passions are awakened and I'm guided onto my destined path to serve the Dark God. Soon, my new lord is claiming my fertile, untouched body, and my belly is swelling with his unholy seed.

Over 6000 words of sizzling carnal desire and demonic impregnation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Burning Lotus Press
• Release date: Dec 30, 2022

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The Path of Wickedness

A FERTILE PARANORMAL FANTASY

The Dark Gods of Fallowbrooke #3

Cordova Skye

The Path of Wickedness by Cordova Skye

Published by Burning Lotus Press

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All participants are over the age of 18.

My car sputtered and died just as the sun was sinking into the west, the empty fuel gauge telling me I'd finally run out of luck as well as cash. I guided it onto the shoulder of the road and sat there, twisting the silver promise ring on my finger, wondering what I was going to do now.

I guessed that all I could do was go home and accept my chastisement. Bow my neck to the yoke of marriage, accept the man who had been chosen for me, and try to be a dutiful wife.

Just the thought of doing so made me want to cry.

I'd been dutiful all my life. Taken the abstinence pledge when I turned twelve, worn a ring to symbolize my devotion to remaining pure, never dated or gone away to college, even though I'd graduated high school with my pick of scholarships. Women didn't need higher education, after all; the place I would have taken in those universities was better given to a man, to help