Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Hawk's Waltz - #Except from "Banished Witch" @AnitaPhilmar #EroticMystery #Romance




Excerpt from the 3rd Story in the Series

A wicked grin kissed her lips, before a tiny pop broke the silence between them.  The smooth texture of her skin changed into the soft caress of feathers and she shrank. The tantalizing aroma of her transformation filled his loins with a barbaric thirst for sex.
A loud call pulled his gaze skyward as a hawk soared above his head. Words filtered through his head.  Do you know the hawk’s waltz?
     He recalled the mating rituals performed above the trees and envisioned the pleasures of flying.
     After a small hop, he flapped his wings and raced after her.  Their destination unknown, she quickly outdistanced him.  He sped through the air and slowly closed the gap between them. Yessss.
The wind, rushing over his feathers, fought to cool his carnivorous hunger but the brief teasing fragrance of her lust continued to feed his desire. With the sun, escaping the pursuit of the night beast, it fell below the horizon.  Red, yellow, and purple lights filled the evening sky.
Why flee? He called.
     The answer stroked his thoughts. Oh, but if you can’t catch me, what kind of pleasure could you really give me?
     Inflamed by her words and the fire burning through his loins, he soared higher and charted the circles she drew beneath his flight’s course.
     Marking her position, he took a steep dive through the center of her path, and then move in a sharp angle upwards.  He repeated the maneuver several times, coming closer and closer to her until his wing brushed hers.  On his climb back to the heavens, he grabbed her talons. 
     Interlock in a spiraling fall, her hoarse raspy cry echo around him. The ache in his cock intensified.  How much longer would she make him wait?
     The ground rising up at an incredible rate, he released his grip and pumped his wings to rocket back into the endless abyss above them.
     A screech followed his ascend.
     No more games. 
     Leveling off, he glanced at the ground.  Her hawk form contorted and transformed into her human shape. 
     Don’t keep me waiting. She stood and walked into a log cabin nestled among the trees.  A mischievous grin graced her lips and then she disappeared inside.      

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Have a wonderful weekend full of fun-loving adventures,


Anita 
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