Raven Spirit

Now separated from Kamryn, Fara and Salia take refuge among the White Wolf clan, a tribe of wild women living in the forest. During their stay, Salia draws closer to Fara and comes to appreciate her quiet and gentle spirit -- a spirit which contrasts sharply with that of her smirking, aggressive twin. Meanwhile, Kamryn is saved by a mysterious cleric -- a knight with healing powers -- who was drawn to the forest by repeated dreams of a raven. Don't miss the second installment of this lesbian harem romance series! -- "You're damn right, I'm angry," hissed Captain Delaney, who had finally paused in her endless blows. She glared at Kamryn with furious blue eyes. Her eyes had always been slanted and fierce, but now the effect was unsettling. "We needn't fight," Kamryn said breathlessly. "If you go your way, and I go mine –Ah!" Another blow came, sending Kamryn tripping back and lifting her shield almost on reflex. "I have been ordered to kill you," said Delaney in a low, deadly voice, "and unlike you, I do not flinch from my duty! Now shut up and fight! I shall end thee quickly. It is the only mercy I shall grant thee." -- Ferne miserably shook her head. "I only know that I doth desire women something . . . fierce. It stirs great shame and confusion in me." Kamryn put a soothing hand on Ferne's silver pauldron. "Do not be ashamed of thy desire," she said. "There are those in the world who would shame thee, namely men and the women who lay with them, but it is normal and good for a woman to desire other women. So good. Wait until you lay with your first fair maiden." Ferne became flustered, her lashes fluttering and her cheeks brightening again. "I . . . I don't know that I wish for more than one maiden." Kamryn shouted out a laugh. "Ha! You shall wish for them all after the first time. Women are like some wonderful medicine for an ailment that is unending." -- Salia's heart warmed to hear Fara's anxious confession. "Oh, is that all?" she said with a laugh. She sat up, straddling Fara's lap and placing her small hands on Fara's belly. When she looked down, she was pleased to see the longing in Fara's eyes. Fara took a deep, shuddering breath as she sought to control her arousal, and she smoothed her strong hands over Salia's narrow waist and round hips, caressing her through her green gown. How her blue eyes suffered with desire—suffered and yet surrendered. Fara looked so helpless before Salia's beauty. She had the feeling in that moment that she could have asked the knight to do anything, and it would have been done. -- "I . . . confess," Serime panted, "I . . . am envious of your lady after that." Kamryn laughed softly. "Should I take it to mean you shall not help me escape then?" "Rather I would keep you here for myself," said Serime, smiling down at Kamryn fondly. "But it would be a selfish thing to keep thee here – selfish and hypocritical after I have lamented my being tricked by Aine." "Then come with me," Kamryn said at once. Serime laughed softly in disbelief. "And have your lady slay me for having lain with you? No, thank you." Kamryn laughed again. "Have you met Salia? It sounds as if you have."