Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Ok, so nobody count the words in my excerpt for JL Campbells LOVE THE SECOND TIME celebration. Its a couple words over. And a bit rough from cutting it down from nearly 900. You know how it can be when an idea and a set of characters take over a simple plot concept.
Here's the scoop from Joy:
There is no restriction as it pertains to form or genre. Stories can be fact or fiction. Use your imagination, make them attention-grabbing.You can use something that's pre-written.
Somewhere in there, you must tell the reader why the couple broke up and why they feel compelled to get back together. This can be done from any of your characters’ point-of-view.
The word cap is 500.
Indicate on your blog post, by the relevant badge, whether you’re in the fact or fiction category.
FAIR WARNING it is not at all family friendly; though I am proud of myself for not using any foul or offensive language. Not even in the sexual segments. *pats self on back* I did try to keep this erotic piece somewhat clean and still leave little for the imagination to decipher. So, read at your own risk.
He never thought it would be this good the second time around. Their love was perfect, a torturous delight. Then the mistake, and he lost her. Luan lay on his bed of thistles and remembered the first time with Melanie.
He'd sniffed her out at the sex club as if she'd left her scent specifically for him. Others had nearly died under his ministrations, and he'd been warned he'd be banned if one more submissive complained.
Melanie had endured his dominance with single minded passion after their first night. He reserved a fantasy setting two nights a week, and had several submissives on his cell eager to fulfill his whims, but he remained faithful to Melanie for months as he trained her human flesh to accept his beastly appetites. Family business kept Luan away for a couple weeks, until finally Melanie gagged and bound herself to the wall for three days, dropping her safe toy each time a playmate approached. The manager called in a panic, and charged Luan for the loss of revenue.
Melanie's absolute devotion compelled him to her presence. First he lashed her with the whip as a reward for her patience, then he bit her arms, neck, and thighs. The moon was far from full, and he'd long ago lost the puppyish need to change at every phase; but her groans of ecstasy engorged him, drove him mad with sexual hunger, and he nearly tore the tender flesh of her belly before realizing he'd changed.
Her dark eyes were big, but not horrified, and her screams translated to acceptance instead of terror. He lashed her with his tongue, cleansing her from face to toes, and all the delicate inner spaces that a tongue could pleasure a woman. She thrust her hips into his probing snout, her fluids so carnal he raked his claws down her sides. She screamed in agonized ecstasy as he first mutilated, then healed the torn flesh.
Luan didn't turn her right away. He forced her to keep up as he hunted in human form, showed her how to track game, where to sleep, how to read the territorial signs. She was a quick learner, and after three months of instruction, he fulfilled her pleading desires. His mistake was presenting her to his pack leader before their first run together.
He chained Melanie and gave her to subordinate pack that paid their allegiance by patrolling the territorial borders. By the time Luan was able to rescue Melanie, she'd killed most the lesser males and their mates.
Luan yawned, then rolled into Melanie on the bed of thistles he'd built for their nuptials. He licked behind her ear with a human tongue; the taste not as satisfying as his wolf senses. She giggled and curled her lithe form into sexy curve. He tickled her until she turned onto her back; then he lodged himself between her slender legs. Her laughter tickled his ears, the bit of fang exciting him into renewed vigor.
There would never be another lover for him.
Be sure to visit JL Campbell (The Character Depot) and congratulate her on her latest romantic release Retribution.