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Twitter machine broke. Sometimes I write smut. Belegarth LARPer. He/him, 31. Not for minors over here!

Ao3: zacechild
Original fiction: Zack Prince
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The weather is finally chilly, which means spooky season is here! Have you kicked things off with some Victorian vampire T4T erotica?

Sarah Linwood has begged for aid from her family’s ancient ally, Lord Rufus. His offer is not what she expected… #smashwords #kobo #vampsky

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A red book cover with a black swipe of ink on the top. Over the ink swipe are the words The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall, with the author's name Zack Prince underneath. The rest of the book cover is a black Victorian manor with bats coming out of the window and a carriage approaching
October 9, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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Just submitted! I’m on my phone and I’m at work, so I wasn’t able to hit all the points that I wanted to. #bskycensorship
A screenshot of the Bluesky feedback form. It reads “I am very concerned with Bluesky implementing the censorship of non consensual content. How will Bluesky implement this? When tumblr attempted to police NSFW content, it resulted in the website imploring. They were taken to court over unfavorably censoring queer creators. I don’t trust that Bluesky will somehow do any better. This will just target queer creators because we’re an easy scapegoat, just like we always are.” End ID.
September 22, 2025 at 8:39 PM
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Sending today! I vote for goblins.
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August 5, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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Happy #MonManMoodMon! I just had to put up Springtime Sweetness, which got delisted from Itch--probably because Vailintin's boyfriend is a unicorn centaur with a big...heart.

#centaur #unicorn #monsterfucking #monsterfucker
A moodboard of six images. The image on the upper left hand corner is a pale white-haired person with red lips and pink makeup. They're wearing a sort of chainmail shirt and a flower crown made of blue orchids and silver antlers. In the lower left hand corner is a picture of some figs, blueberries, and herbs. The middle image is a statue of a unicorn at sunset. The upper right hand image is two honeycombs surrounding a golden honey dimmer. The middle right hand image is a forest with the morning sun streaming through the leaves. The bottom right hand image is a bridge over a waterfall.
July 28, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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Their kiss is close-mouthed, but no less passionate. Lord Rufus bridges the gap in Sarah’s cluelessness with his own experience, nudging his nose against her cheek. It’s a playful motion that makes Sarah giggle.

-The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall, chapter 7

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A red book cover with a black swipe of ink on the top. Over the ink swipe are the words The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall, with the author's name Zack Prince underneath. The rest of the book cover is a black Victorian manor with bats coming out of the window and a carriage approaching.
July 27, 2025 at 11:52 PM
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🖕🖕FUCK CENSORSHIP🖕🖕
🔞🔞quote your NSFW🔞🔞

#monsterfucker #centaur #unicorn #smutsky
Helior’s cockhead nudges against their hole and their breath hitches. Vailintin clenches and unclenches their fist, squeezing their eyes closed as they continue to push forward. Just as Vailintin starts worrying about not being able to take Helior, they open for him. “Ah!” Their eyes fly open and they look down, heart thudding with the sight of Helior’s cockhead spreading them wide. “I can feel you opening for me,” Helior moans. “May I push inside?” “Please start pushing,” Vailintin gasps, unable to look away from Helior slowly feeding his cock into their asshole. Though they wince from the initial burn of penetration, there is no pain. It might be the aphrodisiac pumping through Vailintin’s veins, it might be their careful preparation, or it might be their eagerness to take Helior and give him pleasure. Vailintin may also simply be in shock as they watch, their stomach bulging slightly from Helior’s cock pressing deep into their body. “Do you think you can take all of my cock?” Helior pants, and his belly twitches from where it presses against Vailintin’s cheek. “M-maybe if you go slowly,” Vailintin croaks out, and they feel Helior vibrating as he laughs. “I will go as fast or as slow as you need me to. And do not feel stressed if you cannot take all of my cock; it would not be my first time. You will make me cum either way.” “I want to make you cum,” Vailintin whimpers as Helior feeds another inch into them. The bulge in their belly is more pronounced, but at least the base of Helior’s sheath is almost touching their cheeks. His purple hair is the darkest here, along with his fuzzy, hanging balls. “One more push ought to do it!” “Here it comes!” Helior grunts, his hips thrusting forward so the last inch buries itself in Vailintin’s asshole. Their voice breaks on a howl, tears springing in their eyes and tiny purple flowers blooming from the moss around their head. Their mind sings a symphony of overstimulation; unable to think or speak, only feel.
July 24, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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#WIPSnips I took "pin" from Pirates and Poise (drops August 2nd!!).Topaz breaks into the Gardenia Wing for his greatest prize: former Imperial Consort, Davi Madeira.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A snippet from a Word document, which reads as follows: Topaz’s mind is swarmed with visions of a pale, withered hand pushing a glass panel out and struggling to reach the door handle for some fresh air. A burning fire ignites in his chest and he takes out a pair of long, slender pins that slide into the lock on the balcony doors. He presses one ear to the handle and begins turning the pins from side to side. The only noise Topaz hears is the tumbling and turning of pistons in the lock. He hears no noises from beyond the door, though he pauses when one of the curtains moves slightly. “Your Majesty?” Topaz whispers, his heart bouncing up and down. But there is no response, and the curtain settles back into place. He returns to the lock, until it finally clicks. The door swings open, granting Topaz entrance to the Gardenia Wing like an archaeologist entering an ancient tomb. He closes the door behind him, but moves the curtains to the side to let the moon give him some light. What little Topaz can see of the Gardenia Wing is just as sad as the wedding garden below: everything is covered in a thick layer of dust, with clear spaces where things have been removed. End Alt ID
July 22, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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Advertise your book with cover and content warnings only.

The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall: This book is intended for adult audiences and contains blood drinking, paranoia, sexual repression, blood drinking, and sexual content.

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A red cover with a black blob of ink on the top; over the black ink is white lettering that reads The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall by Zack Prince. Below the black blob is a Victorian manor with bats flying out of it, and a carriage approaching the manor.
July 20, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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#WIPSnips Sky pirate Topaz Bandrake has been hired to rescue disgraced imperial consort, Davi Madeira. When guards investigate, Topaz is forced to hide--and Davi is forced to cover for him.

Davi: they/them
Topaz: he/him

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A snippet of a word document. It reads as follows: “Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you are enjoying tonight’s festivities?” He is quietly in awe of the calmness in Davi’s voice in the face of such adversity, and resists the urge to crumple in a swoon. “We heard voices,” one guard says loudly, unimpressed with Davi’s composure. “Guests are not allowed in the Gardenia Wing.” “I am not keeping any guests,” Davi insists, “who would bother with me when there’s a ball downstairs and fireworks outside? If you heard anything, it may have been the partiers outside.” The second guard snorts in laughter. “Don’t try to pull a fast one on us.” There’s a scuffle and Davi squeaks, the thudding of boots smothering their voice. Topaz’s stomach clenches, and his hand goes to the dagger in his boot. Furniture scrapes against the floor as the guards search for Topaz, ignoring Davi’s demands for them to stop and leave. “How dare you!” Their voice quivers over the cacophony of breaking glass, “have you not taken away enough of my privacy? I have accommodated each and every one of His Majesty’s requests in our divorce, but he has not deigned to answer a single one of mine!” “Take it up with His Majesty,” one of the guards snaps back at them, and there’s a crash from a large piece of furniture, sending wood splintering across the floor. “We’re just following orders.” The word "search" is highlighted in yellow.
July 19, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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A screenshot from All Expenses Paid! Yvaissar and Asra share a tender moment after a walk on the beach.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A snippet of a Word document, which reads as follows: Despite Yvaissar’s reassurances that he’ll be fine on his own, Asra insists on walking him back to his cottage. One of Asra’s wings stretches around Yvaissar’s bony shoulders like a hug, keeping them close together so their arms brush. “Promise me that I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow?” Asra tucks a lock of hair behind Yvaissar’s ear, gently stroking his cheek. “Yes, you will. Gods willing, you’ll see me at breakfast every morning.” The urge to nuzzle Asra’s hand is suddenly overtaken by the desire for Yvaissar to lean down and kiss Asra, on the mouth. His lips look soft, and his words are so sweet; wouldn’t kissing him feel nice? But Yvaissar’s mind freezes up, just as it had when Cymoris invited him back to their villa. Clearly this isn’t a step he’s ready to take yet, no matter how rapidly his heart beats when Asra smiles. “Good night, Yvaissar.” “Good night, Asra.” The word "together" is highlighted in yellow.
July 18, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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Happy #hotwetpitstop day! I'm bouncing between All Expenses Paid and another project, but I've made good progress! Yvaissar has met all of his love interests and is starting to come out of his shell.

Enjoy this moodboard I made for Blue Pit earlier in the month! #hotwetqueersummer
A painting of a short-haired androgynous person playing a mandolin. They are surrounded by people, who are listening to the music. Over top of the painting is a graphic that reads Hot Wet Pit Stop Jam Event. A moodboard of nine images. On the top left hand corner is a terraced beach down to clear ocean water, the middle top is a picture of two white and green lit candles surrounded by ferns, and the top right hand corner is two alcoholic drinks with lemons. The middle left hand image is a selection of cameo pins and necklaces, the middle image is a quote that reads thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war, and the middle right hand image is a shot of a white haired person wearing a moon shaped clip in their hair. The bottom left hand corner is a Mediterranean salad with grilled peaches and whipped feta, the bottom middle picture is a black parasol with embroidered flowers, and the bottom right hand image is a hand dipping into a pool full of petals.
July 17, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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Lucan isn't having a good night in Rock the Boat, my gay monster x elf smut:

#writesky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A snippet from a Word document, which reads: With one hand on his sword and the other holding his lantern aloft, Lucan scrambles up onto the muddy bank, slipping on the wet grass. He struggles to maneuver with his heavy camping pack and the sweat dripping into his eyes; Lucan tries to grab onto a nearby tree for balance but his lantern tumbles into the water. The enchanted fire remains alight underwater, and Lucan sees the spiny alligators closing in on the banks. A threatening bellow rumbles underwater as the nostrils of the first alligator breaks the surface, needlelike teeth already exposed. But before the alligators could lunge for Lucan, the night is suddenly afire with bright lights, and the distant sound of music could be heard. The alligators disperse and Lucan dares to venture back towards the bank to investigate, eyebrows raised. End ID
July 14, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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All Expenses Paid: Elric of Melniboné on vacation

Defeating his father's apocalyptic lich cult is hard work, and Yvaissar is due for a vacation on the island of Saburia. (Part of the #HotWetQueerSummer jam!)

💕Poly romance
🏳️‍🌈Disaster bi MC
✨Slice of life
🤌Fantasy Italy

#bluepit📖 #A #F #R #W #LGBT
A moodboard of nine images. On the top left hand corner is a terraced beach down to clear ocean water, the middle top is a picture of two white and green lit candles surrounded by ferns, and the top right hand corner is two alcoholic drinks with lemons. The middle left hand image is a selection of cameo pins and necklaces, the middle image is a quote that reads thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war, and the middle right hand image is a shot of a white haired person wearing a moon shaped clip in their hair. The bottom left hand corner is a Mediterranean salad with grilled peaches and whipped feta, the bottom middle picture is a black parasol with embroidered flowers, and the bottom right hand image is a hand dipping into a pool full of petals.
July 13, 2025 at 1:45 PM
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I'm only two book sales away from $200 in gross revenue on Itch! If you're looking for some queer and trans smut in fantasy settings, maybe give my page a look? #smutsky #writesky #booksky #queerauthors

zackprincebooks.itch.io
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July 11, 2025 at 4:23 PM
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Happy #BluePitHype! I've been working on my romance-of-manners Pirates and Poise this week, so I made a promo for it!

What happens when a pirate is hired to steal a disgraced imperial consort, but finds his heart stolen by them instead?
A moodboard of seven images. The image in the top left hand corner is the chest, arm, and hand of a black man wearing a fantasy outfit with many rings on his right hand. Below that is an image of a champagne cork popping and a painting of the night sky. In the top right hand corner is the image of a blond man and blond woman with pale skin wearing white clothing, twirling around a ballroom. Below that image is a screenshot of the words "Oh captain, my captain." Below that on the left hand side is a bouquet of gardenias, and in the right hand corner is a blurry photo of silver fireworks.
July 10, 2025 at 3:09 AM
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Have a Gay Day bundle is live! 10 MLM works by 10 MLM authors for $10! Cream and Sugar is one of the offerings and the sale only runs for this weekend, so have a gay day with Adorian and Honeysuckle today!

itch.io/b/3108/have-...
A picrew of two men kissing. On the left is Adorian, a man with curly strawberry-blond hair, a large nose, and lots of freckles. He wears a white robe with gold edges, a white flower earring and a matching white flower crown. He is kissing Honeysuckle, a dark-haired and dark-skinned satyr wearing glasses and a pink robe, with gold jewelry and a daisy tucked behind his hair. They are surrounded by Valentine's Day hearts with cute sayings. A painting of a flowering tree against a brown fence, with a blue sky background. White and blue lettering overlaid on the painting reads ten authors, ten books, ten dollars. MLM by MLM featuring Ian Haramaki, Magnus Thorne, H. S. Wolfe, Friction Press, Larkin Bryne, Achilles King, Mendel Spector, Zack Prince, Dorian Doll. Have a Gay Day! June twenty-eight and twenty-ninth.
June 28, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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#QueerWritersChat #QueerWriters #writesky A conversation between Sarah Linwood and her fiance, Lord Rufus, in The Mistress of Rosehorn Hall; my T4T Victorian vampire romance:
A screenshot of a word document, which reads: Lord Rufus opens his mouth to say something before closing it and pursing his lips together tightly. “Ah, that.” He can’t meet Sarah in her eyes, and instead focuses on a curl of hair that came loose from her bun. “You haven’t found any portraits of my childhood years because I had them all burned after I declared my gender.” The warmth that floods Sarah is so overwhelming, she drops her fork with a clatter. When she picks it up again, her hand is shaking. “You declared your gender as male?” “…Yes…” He watches Sarah with furrowed brows and a scrunched nose, and she shoves down the desire to kiss him where the bridge of his nose meets his glasses. “You are unbothered by it?” “Unbothered by it? My Lord, I am exuberant! I also declared my gender—as female, of course. And I did it much later than you; only seven years ago.” End ID.
June 28, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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A memeboard for Godhunt, my paranatural coming-of-age mystery! #LGTBQWriteAThon #QueerWriters #pride #writesky #writingcommunity
A moodboard of five images. On the upper left hand corner is an image of a kitchen table with cookies, a rolling pin, and a plate. The cookies are circular with a heart shape cut in the middle filled with jam. The caption on the image says baking because murder is wrong. In the lower left hand corner is an image of a deer with five eyes, seven antlers, and eight legs, captured on a trail camera at night. The caption says either my traiil camera glitched out or I seen something I wasn't suppose to see. In the upper right hand corner is an image of a misty forest captioned Repory: Leading cause of death still venturing beyond the pines. The middle right hand image is a headline in black and white reading Man Sort of Curious What His Last Straw is Going To Be. The image in the lower right hand corner is a pink box with black letters reading I'm not saying I'm trans but don't mess with me I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary.
June 27, 2025 at 11:07 PM
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Want more ways to read Cream and Sugar? @hellostarshine.bsky.social is putting out the Have a Gay Day bundle this weekend on Itch!

Get Cream and Sugar along with 10 other MLM books by MLM creators: itch.io/b/3108/have-...
A painting of a flowering tree by a fence. This is the background to a pink and white book cover with a cup of coffee in the middle on a saucer with a spoon next to it. The cup of coffee has a heart drawn in the middle. Surrounding the cup are a peony and a pair of clasping hands. The book is titled "Cream and Sugar" and it is by "Zack Prince." Above the book cover, there is white lettering with a blue shadow that says "Have a Gay Day Bundle" and the dates are from June 28th until June 29th. There are four arrows around the book, titled "Fantasy Setting", "Male x Trans Male romance," "love confessions," and "praise kinks." End ID.
June 25, 2025 at 12:35 AM
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#WIPSnips Yvaissar meets the next lover on All Expenses Paid!
#HotWetQueerSummer #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A word document that reads the following: Skimming a toe over the surface of a terraced pool, Yvaissar is pleased with the temperature and slowly sinks into the water, folding his robe within reach. He only has a moment of solitude before the sound of heavy footsteps approach the pool. From around one of the pillars, a copper-scaled dragonborn approaches the baths. He wears the second-largest robe size, and even that stretches across his broad shoulders and chest. At the top of his head, his scales form a small ridge that disappears under the neck of his robe. As he nears Yvaissar’s pool, his beautiful brown eyes focus on the sorcerer already sitting there. Before he can stop himself, Yvaissar raises a hand in greeting; barely poking above the water. The dragonborn smiles with all of his teeth and waves back, one hand grabbing his robe to keep it closed. “Hail, friend!” His deep voice is smooth and warm, melting Yvaissar’s heart like a caramel sauce in a hot pan. End ID
June 21, 2025 at 4:49 PM
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Meet Honeysuckle (at right) and Adorian (at left), the main characters of Cream and Sugar, my gay mythology romance smut! You can pick it up as part of the @citruscon.bsky.social bundle on Itch: itch.io/b/3097/citru...

Picrew: picrew.me/en/image_mak...

#CitrusCon
A picrew of two men kissing. On the left is Adorian, a man with curly strawberry-blond hair, a large nose, and lots of freckles. He wears a white robe with gold edges, a white flower earring and a matching white flower crown. He is kissing Honeysuckle, a dark-haired and dark-skinned satyr wearing glasses and a pink robe, with gold jewelry and a daisy tucked behind his hair. They are surrounded by Valentine's Day hearts with cute sayings.
June 20, 2025 at 11:11 PM
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Have a mock moodboard for All Expenses Paid! (I made this for the #HotWetQueerSummer pitch a couple weeks ago, but I was in an area with low internet so it never loaded properly.) #LGBTQWriteAThon #QueerWriters #writesky #pride #writingcommunity
A moodboard of eight images. The upper left hand corner is a champagne glass full of sorbet with a citrus fruit wedge on the rim and champagne pouring into the glasss. The middle left image is a Mediterranean courtyard with orange walls, tile roofs, and a three layer fountain; all covered in ivy. The right hand corner is a screenshot of a tumblr post from user Imp, reading Sorry for being a dark sorcerer. As if it's my fault. The middle most picture is a bonfire on a beach, with two people sitting by the fire. One person has their hand on the leg of the other person. The middle bottom picture is of three statues standing in a circle, leaning close to one another affectionately with their arms around each other's shoulders. The middle right picture is a tasting platter of vegetables, fruits, and cheeses; there is no meat. The bottom right hand corner has a picture of a hammock with pillows underneath a trellis with lights and ivy.
June 20, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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From Rock the Boat, my gay elf x orc group smut:
A snippet from a Word Document, which reads the following: But before the alligators could lunge for Lucan, the night is suddenly afire with bright lights, and the distant sound of music could be heard. The alligators disperse and Lucan dares to venture back towards the bank to investigate, eyebrows raised. A steamer paddleboat slowly makes its way down the river, decorated with magical lights that gently blink and flash in different colors. Glittery smoke poofs from the tall smokestacks, sending showers of stars into the sky. The music grows louder as it approaches, and Lucan reads a banner spread across the ship’s bow and port side, lit by the lights: MONSTER MIXER RIVER CRUISE End ID.
June 20, 2025 at 2:44 AM
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#HotWetQueerSummer #HotWetQA

All aboard the Saburia Express!
A screenshot of a Word Document, which reads: The coast of Massia glitters before him like a jewel. Diamonds leap from the opalescent waves, splashing giggly beachgoers with droplets of sunshine. Yvaissar slowly toes off his shoes so the golden sun can warm him from the bottoms of his bare feet to the top of his white-haired head. Colorful towels lining the sand beckon to Yvaissar with open arms, inviting him to lounge the day away and pull some color into his pale skin. But Yvaissar forces himself to look away as the ferry approaches the dock. The words “SABURIA EXPRESS” are crookedly painted on the side in chipped and faded red paint, but the vessel is clean and festooned with lights for nighttime forays. Her captain, a pudgy water Genasi, expertly maneuvers her up to the docks. Yvaissar joins his fellow passengers with a bag under one arm and a trunk dragging behind him, a black parasol precariously held between his neck and shoulder. End ID.
June 18, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts From my erotic fantasy romcom All Expenses Paid; part of the #HotWetQueerSummer Jam! Yvaissar meets his first lover, a tiefling named Halimede:
A screenshot from a Word document, reading: Yvaissar’s trunk behind him thunks awkwardly on the stairs, making a loud noise as he passes the diners under the awning. “Sorry,” he whispers, covering his mouth when two of them turn to look at him, “oh gods, I’m so sorry—” “Would you like some assistance?” The sound of a gentle voice floating on the ocean breeze commands Yvaissar’s attention with the softness of a hand touching his cheek. His attention is directed to a curly-haired tiefling woman in a white sundress ascending the stairs behind him; in the sunlight, her pale pink skin is almost opalescent and delicate golden chains dangle from her curled horns. “Yes, please. If you don’t mind,” Yvaissar chokes out, his tongue heavy and dry in his mouth. He clears his throat in a vain attempt to reign control back into his voice. The warmth in Yvaissar’s stomach travels to his face and neck.
June 16, 2025 at 2:35 AM