The 4th son of Albert, the Duke of Jugenheit, 14-year-old Ladislaus, becomes a surety hostage in the Duchy of Hohenwald pending complete ransom payment when Albert is captured in a border skirmish. Once freed, Albert refuses to pay, making the hostages’ lives forfeit. Simon, the Duke of Hohenwald, having a fetish for deflowering 14-year-old boys, finds a use for Ladislaus before he begins to off the hostages. The castle priest, Istvan, smitten with Ladislaus, has other plans, though.
She was supposed to speak for the gods. Moan on cue. Spill their secrets at climax. But when a thief breaks the silence, she doesn’t speak for divinity—she speaks for herself. What follows is a litany of gasps, her hips reciting a prophecy the gods never wrote.
The tiger killed her husband. The tiger killed her son. All the rest are trying to take away greedy usurers. Will the widow be able to keep her honor and sanity? Nobody knows what they will lose and what they will find.
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In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort.
This is a short flash fiction piece in response to a Writing Prompt: "She did it, she finally found the big bad wolf that ate her grandmother all those years ago, now to finish the job."
A lovely pubescent virgin troubled by unfamiliar carnal longings, a lonely wood in the gloaming, an elderly protective grandmother no where to be found and a VERY well endowed wolf with the scent of aroused young quim in his nostrils – what could possibly go wrong?