The Forests Mistress: Fade To Black Adventures, #3

By Ravenous de Lancret

In the enchanting realm of magic and adventure, an extraordinary quest awaits the courageous party of four; Mave the sorceress, Kali the huntress, Syltien the rogue, and Valens the monk. As they venture deeper into the treacherous forests, a crucial secret lies hidden, demanding their attention.

In a desperate attempt to gather the vital information they seek, Mave finds herself confronting her recent ex-lover, a formidable druid who wields unimaginable power. Little did she know, the only way to secure the answers they require is to submit to the alluring yet dangerous charms of the mistress of the forest once more.

With no choice but to witness their beloved companion become entangled in the seductive web of the deadly redhead, the party struggles to keep their desires at bay. The forbidden tension, fueled by both erotic encounters and a mysterious tea laden with enchantments, unleashes a torrent of primal passions that washes away inhibitions.

Now bound together by pleasure beyond their wildest dreams, the party succumbs to a twisted dance of pleasure, leading them to an unexpected unity. As they delve deeper into the heart of the forest, their newfound sexual bliss becomes a catalyst for unlocking hidden strengths, stirring a potent energy within them all.

This LitRPG story contains some grapfic sceens involving vines, magic, and putiple combinations of spicy fun with all the characters. You have been warned. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ravenous de Lancret
• Release date: Oct 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223615057

Ravenous de Lancret

Ravenous de Lancret is a Michigan-based author with many passions, writing being one of them. His others include renaissance festivals, overlanding in wilds of nature, RPGs, Comic Cons, and exploring the dichotomy of the sensual sides of BDSM. Growing up surrounded by the real-life fantasy of festivals and conventions gave him a chance to explore his imagination which most do not have the opportunity to do. He also has spent a lot of time camping and exploring the forests of northern Michigan, both hiking and with ORVs, giving him a love of the outdoors and the magic of nature. Add to all this finding his way into alternative lifestyles (which if you have ever worked a Renaissance faire comes as no surprise) and within that exploring the sensual sides of what many feel are hard or painful activities. This led to many years of helping and guiding others on their journey into the BDSM lifestyle.  This story and others that he has written come from the cocktail of those passions into explorations of erotic pleasures in many environments and expressions. He hopes to give the reader a glimpse into a passionate world of exploration of fantasy with a touch of reality and maybe give us a hint of what is possible. 

Book preview

Plumes of smoke rose high into the overcast morning sky from the small farm, forty-foot circles of burned grass, and two hay-filled wagons burned in front of the large wooden barn whose large front door was open only a few inches. Another small ball of fire shot out from the door, impacting one of the already burning hay wagons, spraying charred hay a few feet into the air and landing on the leather-clad shoulder. A tanned hand absently wiped the ash off, then ran the hand through a short bob of blonde hair, tucking it behind a pointed ear before returning to the string and knocking an arrow into a masterly crafted bow.

I have no shot Syl, the woman with the bow stated, turning to her companion hiding behind the other wheel of the hay cart. Syltien, or Syl, his average frame was clad in his normal lightweight dark cloak that matched his dark shirt, pants, and boots all in an attempt for him to blend in and not stand out, but she knew his toned and ripped body that he hides under his drab attire. His brown hair was a mess, partly due to some of it being burned off in the earlier exchange with the Cultist inside the barn. He turned to face her. The burn on his cheek and ear only enhanced the look of determination in his brown eyes.

Me neither, nor do I think I can make it to the door in time to hit them, Syltien said. I hope Mave or Valens has a better idea. Syltien turned to look at the other wagon twenty feet to his left, tipped on its side, its contents of hay spilling towards the barn slowly burning away.

Behind the wagon, he could make out the small female form of Mave in her dark purple robes leaning against the bottom of the wagon, long white hair pulled up into two knots on either side of her head that were falling out in strands over her cute lavender skinned face. Her ample chest was heaving still from a close call with one of the small balls of fire. Beside her, kneeling towards Mave, his bald head close to Mave’s as they whispered to each other. His face was the only giveaway to his age by the fine wrinkles around his eyes and mouth that hinted at a maturity far greater than he looked. Valens was the last of their party, Valens in his loose tan vest and matching pants, held up with a simple rope belt with a few small pouches hanging from it. This outfit left little to the imagination of his muscular frame of ripped abs, muscular upper arms, and forearms covered with dragon head tattoos, which I think is why Mave had convinced him to buy it. They both looked back at Syltien as Mave gave him a thumbs-up gesture with her dainty hands while she had a huge grin across her face. The grin looked wolfish, and her fangs barely poking out over her lower lip turned her from cute to menacing.

Crap, Syltien said, shaking his head. I think Mave has an idea.

Mave had to smile at her plan. It was brilliant, and she knew that her friends would pick up on it as soon as they saw what she was planning. She pulled the caterpillar cocoon from her pouches, looked back at Valens, who nodded, and spoke the incantation in her guttural language as she crushed the cocoon in her hand while pointing at Valens. There was a pause, or maybe it was just her anticipation, and then watched Valens’ face contort a little before shrinking away, he