1. thief of roses chapter -1


    Date: 4/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com

    harts, and the hind. The stag was old, with a silver mane and silver velvet on his massive crown of antlers. The other deer stepped back as he approached the infant, and gazed into its eyes. The stag looked up and tilted his head toward the road. Returning from Dria with a small contingent of guards, was the Lady Tara, Duchess of Realto. As the carriage approached the edge of the forest her men became alert and ready for attack. This section of the highway cut through the western tip of the forest and there was always fear of bandits attacking travelers, or worse, fell things dragging unwary travelers into the forest to consume their souls. The tips of the stag's antlers began to glow with a silvery light as the forest receded from the clearing's path. A hart bounded down the path toward the highway and crashed into the lead guardsman causing the horse and rider to go down. The captain of the guard called for a halt and went to investigate. "Is everything alright?" called out the Lady Tara as she stepped out of the carriage. "Yes milady," answered Captain Damon, "Rogers took a spill when the deer hit him, but he is fine. Lady Tara please stay in the carriage, we will be off in a moment." "Nonsense, let me see to him, he may be hurt, besides there is no one around", she responded. She moved up to look at the guardsman who had been knocked off his horse. In the clearing, the stag turned back to the infant and rose up on his hind legs, and struck the platform causing the baby ...
    to cry out. The rest of the deer faded back in to the forest, but the old stag remained to ensure his efforts bore fruit. Lady Tara looked up, "Is that a child crying? Captain bring a man and follow me." The captain hurried to catch up as she started down the path toward a clearing. Entering the clearing he looked around and got a quick look at the stag as it stepped into the forest and then he saw the bassinet and sword. Lady Tara gently picked up the infant and rocked him. "It is a boy, a baby boy, and there is a signet ring on a chain around his neck" she exclaimed. "I wonder what he is doing here?" The captain picked up the scabbarded sword and whistled as he drew the blade, "A remarkable sword, light and balanced". "Come Captain, bring the bassinet and the sword," the Lady Tara called out to him, as she took the child back to the carriage. The captain hurried to follow her, re-sheathing the sword along the way. With the Duchess back in her carriage, the entourage re-mounted and continued on their journey home. The stag stepped back into the clearing, and again his antlers glowed. The fallen hart jumped up and bounded in to the forest, and the path closed over once again. Stillness settled back over the forest, but for how long? The man (far removed from the infant in the clearing), moved like a wraith amongst the trees. A slivered moon provided excellent cover for night work. The wooded area was alive with the sounds of night insects, bullfrogs calling to one another and ...
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