The Props Master Prequel: Behind the Ivory Veil
Copyright© 2017 by aroslav
Chapter 1: Firebrand
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: Firebrand - Myth, Magic, and Mayhem reign for an Indiana couple. When musicologist Wesley Allen is recruited to interpret the strange symbols of The Music of the Gods in the Metéora of Greece, his new wife, Rebecca, pursues her anthropological studies and is initiated into the great Coven Carles in England. The two worlds collide as Wesley and Rebecca find the reality of myth and magic. But will releasing the goddess captive behind the Ivory Veil also tear their lives apart?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Magic Romantic Heterosexual Fiction First
Sunday, 1 August 1937, Northern England
Fire!
The walking stick held in his hands came to life and flames sprang from tip to tail as he held it over the laid wood. The fire leapt from the walking stick to the dry tinder and it burst into flame. Yet his hands, grasping the staff stayed cool as the flames licked around his fingers then flickered and died.
In a country where witchcraft was classified as an offense of con artistry and vagrancy, young Doctor Phillip Heinrich had just participated in a ritual that made him keeper of a sacred tool of Coven Carles. He was now The Flame Keeper and would never be parted from the walking stick called Iäpetus until he gave it into the hands of a new guardian.
Around him, the naked dancers were caught up in an ecstatic spiral around the burning fire. Doc was passed from dancer to dancer, kissed, fondled, and brought to his own crescendo as the dancers shouted and fell to the ground leaving only the sound of the fire and their gasping breaths in the wake.
And then Doc saw. It was more than his eyesight. His eyes could see the exhausted coveners lying around him, some clasping each other, still lost in their unions. His eyes could see the fire in the pit. His eyes could even see the outline of the stone circle that surrounded them. But his mind could see further.
His mentor, disgraced Professor Benjamin Wilton, stood at the edge of a cliff. Wilton was headed back to Greece—not as a professor this time, but as a renegade. His paper on the lost goddess of Metéora was a subject of ridicule in academia. He was going back to find the proof he needed.
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