About Glitter and Dust - a bi-sexual menage title
by Camilla Bruce
22 pages
/ 10000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-433-5, 1-60370-433-7
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Aidan has always lusted after Moira, one of the most beautiful girls in his village. On the night of the harvest dance, Aidan decides to take a chance and finally woo her, but instead of finding her in the woods that night, comes across something else entirely.
Glitter and Dust are fae brother and sister who sweep Aidan off his feet with their unearthly beauty and enticing talents. His night under the stars shows him a world he's never dreamed of, and pleasures he's never imagined. Can he return to his everyday world after such an adventure?
Sample
It was much darker in the woods than it had been in the open field where they danced, but it was not winter anymore and the sky was light enough that he could see. At first, he heard the other men around him, heard their footsteps and their shouts, but after a while, he ran alone between the dark trunks. His feet sank deep in velvet moss and he slipped once or twice on the uneven ground, but managed to keep a good pace while his eyes scanned his surroundings. Once he heard a girl cry out with delight, and another time he stumbled upon a couple in a clearing; the man had just fetched his prize and was about to carry her off, laughing and shrieking -- but her skirt was yellow. Aidan gave a sigh of relief and continued his search. As he went deeper, the sounds from the others grew more distant, and soon he realized he could not hear them at all. Feeling a little bit foolish, he stopped. Had he gone off in the wrong direction, away from all the fun? A little at a loss, he looked around, trying to map out where he’d come from and where he should have been, all the while panting and trying to catch his breath. It had been a wild hunt, though a pretty lonely one. Aidan laughed a little; so much for planning and anticipating. Heaven only knew where Moira was, in whose arms she was struggling... He quickly shrugged off the jealous thoughts; they wouldn’t exactly help him, would they? He would have to get back to the others; he’d find Moira when he got there.
As he turned and began running again, the same way that he’d come, he became aware of a horrible noise and stopped again, confused as to what it might be. It did not sound like a woman’s voice, neither scream or laughter, but because it was a night of lust and drinking, it was a well known fact that some of the men sometimes lost their minds and became too wild in the dark of the woods, so Aidan decided to figure out what it was before going back.
He approached the sounds cautiously; they appeared to come from a clearing nearby. Aidan moved closer, bending the branches carefully as he went, as not to make any noise, It could be a couple who were having fun with each other, and he was absolutely not going to interrupt if they were…
What he saw, though, when the clearing came into view, was not what he had expected: two birds were fighting in mid-air. They were large birds, both black, and they were clawing and pecking and shrieking at each other as torn feathers fell to the ground. Aidan laughed quietly to himself; so this was his maiden in need, he thought. He scanned the ground for a stone or something else he could throw at them to break up the fight. It was a crow, he saw, and a raven, and they apparently did not like each other much. The raven had its beak buried in the crow’s feathers and the crow had its claws in the raven’s shiny coat. Aidan opened his mouth to yell at them, as there was no reason why two perfectly fine birds should rip each other to shreds, when he suddenly stopped, his mouth wide open and his gaze frozen on what he saw.
The raven had flown off toward the ground and, in the blink of an eye, become something completely different: a tall woman stood where the raven had been. Her hair was shiny black and reached her to her thighs. A crown of braided thorn branches crowned her head and her long, pale fingers lifted the thin grey fabric of her dress from her body. Aidan could see that it was torn. The woman looked up at an oak tree nearby, where the crow was perched.
"Now, look!" she said angrily. "Now look what you have done!"