Welcome to the Friday the 13th edition of
For some, this is a day of bad luck. But what's bad luck for one, is good luck to another!
Here's a scene from Troll-y Yours with Ella the Troll experiencing some bad luck and Kempor Aleksander, Head Centaur Guard, raking in the good luck.
Al tossed the apple into a corner wastebasket with a thud and took the shirt from her. He held it to his muscular chest. In bright blue lettering it read, Hoof Arted?
Ella burst out laughing, relief swamping her in waves. “Why didn’t you give it to him?”
Al lowered the shirt and lined up the shoulder corners precisely in a fold, his smile fading fast. “He was arrested last fall, during a raid on a rebel nest.”
“I’m sorry.” Talk about taking the mythic wind out of a person.
“Yeah, me too.” Al handed the t-shirt back.
When Ella reached for it—her damn towel dropped to the floor.
Kempor Aleksander thought he’d seen all the sexiest females within a hundred mile radius. Voted Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda fifteen years in a row by Mythic Magazine, the woods crawled with hungry babes. Nothing in his vast experience prepared him for the sight that literally blossomed in front of him.
Lush creamy breasts with raspberry nipples his lips quivered to taste. When she turned away, the round curves of her smooth backside presented themselves. Such a delightfully naughty expanse of flesh, it called him to take strokes with strong passes of his hand.
Kolasi! Dammit, he was in his true form. Oh Pan, why do you taunt me so?
Ella squealed and turned a bright shade of pink. She made a grab for her fallen towel.
Alek didn’t even think, he reached out and grasped her by the arm. He splayed his front hooves and drew her wriggling body closer.
“Al, stop it. I’m naked.”
“Yes, Kalos. You are.”
Woo-Wee! Alek really has his hands full now.
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