The Awakening by Amileigh D'Lecoire

Author:Amileigh D'Lecoire [Amileigh D'Lecoire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B008T4N2ZY
Published: 2012-08-03T14:00:00+00:00

~ V ~

Elvanya wrapped the blanket tighter about her shoulders and eased deeper into the cushion of the large couch, watching from the comfort of her covered balcony as rain fell soft and quiet on her gardens. Thunder echoed low and smooth in the distance, and she closed her eyes as a cool breeze teased at her hair. She loved mornings most, those gray-dawn hours when her flowers began to open up to the caress of beginning. There was something oddly sensual in the way their velvet-soft petals stretched and reached for warmth and moisture, and as her happiness flourished so, too, did the rolling landscape of colorful blooms and lush green foliage that surrounded her home.

A young woman stirred at her knee and Elvanya patted her head affectionately until she relaxed, smiling as she pressed a kiss against the smoothness of Elvanya’s leg before going back to humming softly once more for her mistress.

“It is a beautiful morning Penelope,” Elvayna said gently.

“Mm, that it is,” Penelope purred in response. Her hand caressed the firm muscle that rippled beneath the softness of Elvanya’s skin, smooth fingers teasing up along her calf, and Elvanya smiled at the memory of their night together.

While no man was ever allowed here in the paradise He had created for her, she was allowed all the female companionship she desired. And Elvanya was happy and content with this. No mortal or even male God could ever compare to Him as a lover, and when not possessed by the fevered desire to submit to His needs that consumed her at His touch, she enjoyed being in a more dominant role. All who served here seemed happy as well, pleased in where the Creator had sent them in their life beyond life, with only occasional squabbles over whose turn it was to serve privately at Elvanya’s side for a time.

She moved to lightly caress the back of Penelope’s neck. For now, young Penelope was her favored consort, having come at a young age after dying in her birthing bed. Her soul had been broken and confused, and Elvanya had taken to her immediately. They began a journey of trust and friendship, and Elvanya had delighted in the after-life healing of the young woman’s heart. It wasn’t until much later that Elvanya had taken Penelope as a lover, and for some time now the two had been utterly inseparable outside of those times when the Creator called Elvanya to his arms.

“He has left you with life,” Penelope said quietly. In the gardens, voices began to come together in song as they always did at sun’s first light.

“Yes,” Elvanya answered. She had felt the familiar flutter within her womb as well, and wondered if it would be flesh or world that would be born of their most recent coupling. She placed her hand instinctively over her stomach.

“You are frightened,” Penelope said, turning to look up with concern.

“Yes.”

This time Elvanya’s voice was little more than a whisper. A memory there, dark

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