Innocence Corrupted
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Category:
+A through F › Dungeons & Dragons
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,096
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dungeons & Dragons, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dungeons & Dragons or any of its associated characters or settings. This is a work of parody created for non-commercial purposes.
Warning:
NC, Femslash, and other naughtiness sure to offend prudes.
Epilogue
Chrissy Lera awoke slowly in her sleeping lover’s arms.
Marian Casta looked unexpectedly innocent and vulnerable in sleep. Chrissy impulsively kissed her thick lips and the sleeping woman sighed and tightened her grip on Lera slightly.
After a few minutes of simply lying awake in the human’s arms, Chrissy wriggled out of Marian’s embrace and stood up.
She felt oddly happy and euphoric and considered not getting dressed. But at the last minute her remaining modesty kicked in and she put on her robe.
Then she went to check on the horses.
The unicorn stallion’s name was Saint Paul. The Abbess’s choice of name was deliberately provocative.
For how could a woman of the Church better illustrate her power than by dominating a noble beast named after the man most credited with establishing the Catholic principal of womanly submission towards men?
But politics aside (which the unicorn had no knowledge of or interest in) Saint Paul was a beautiful creature. With white hair as fine and silky as Lera’s own, gleaming golden eyes, a luxurious beard and mane, and a sparkling ivory horn growing from the center of his forehead.
Chrissy Lera loved Saint Paul and his kind, for all the unicorns she had known had been lovely and gentle creatures (at least towards her). But when she reached towards St. Paul (who was still tied to a tree along with Casta’s mare) something unexpected happened.
The unicorn broke the rope securing him to the tree (in order to avoid Lera’s touch) and then he bit her.
Chrissy cried out and clutched her bleeding hand to her chest. The wound was minor and not particularly painful, but shocking due to its unexpected source.
The horned beast’s kind had come to symbolize purity, sterility, and the eternal struggle against inevitable change, and as St. Paul galloped away its flight signaled something that Chrissy Lera would not realize for a long time.
Her childhood had come to an end.
“Chrissy…come back to bed.”
Still, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
THE END
I do not own Dungeons & Dragons or any of its associated characters or settings. This is a work of parody created for non-commercial purposes.
Warning:
NC, Femslash, and other naughtiness sure to offend prudes.
Epilogue
Chrissy Lera awoke slowly in her sleeping lover’s arms.
Marian Casta looked unexpectedly innocent and vulnerable in sleep. Chrissy impulsively kissed her thick lips and the sleeping woman sighed and tightened her grip on Lera slightly.
After a few minutes of simply lying awake in the human’s arms, Chrissy wriggled out of Marian’s embrace and stood up.
She felt oddly happy and euphoric and considered not getting dressed. But at the last minute her remaining modesty kicked in and she put on her robe.
Then she went to check on the horses.
The unicorn stallion’s name was Saint Paul. The Abbess’s choice of name was deliberately provocative.
For how could a woman of the Church better illustrate her power than by dominating a noble beast named after the man most credited with establishing the Catholic principal of womanly submission towards men?
But politics aside (which the unicorn had no knowledge of or interest in) Saint Paul was a beautiful creature. With white hair as fine and silky as Lera’s own, gleaming golden eyes, a luxurious beard and mane, and a sparkling ivory horn growing from the center of his forehead.
Chrissy Lera loved Saint Paul and his kind, for all the unicorns she had known had been lovely and gentle creatures (at least towards her). But when she reached towards St. Paul (who was still tied to a tree along with Casta’s mare) something unexpected happened.
The unicorn broke the rope securing him to the tree (in order to avoid Lera’s touch) and then he bit her.
Chrissy cried out and clutched her bleeding hand to her chest. The wound was minor and not particularly painful, but shocking due to its unexpected source.
The horned beast’s kind had come to symbolize purity, sterility, and the eternal struggle against inevitable change, and as St. Paul galloped away its flight signaled something that Chrissy Lera would not realize for a long time.
Her childhood had come to an end.
“Chrissy…come back to bed.”
Still, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
THE END