Falling Snow Chapter 6 has been posted!

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Chapter 6 of falling snow has been posted. I'm waiting on approval from Literotica and it should be up in a few days.

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Falling Snow Chapter 6 Teaser

Tom’s thoughts drifted listlessly in a shallow sleep.

It had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to slip into a deep, dreamless sleep. It was all he could think about as he and Aresta walked back to his apartment in a state of total exhaustion. He climbed the stairs to his second story apartment, his feet dragging on every step as he went. He opened the door, not bothering to close it behind him. His shoes were left in the hallway; his shirt by the kitchen. A trail of breadcrumbs towards his destination. He climbed into bed, intent on not being seen or heard from again for several hours. But as with so many things in life, when you want something the most it remains just out of reach.

He was too tired to sleep.

A uniquely human problem, he thought. He imagined if animals could speak they would laugh at the notion of being too tired to sleep. Those big mammalian human brains overriding the needs of the body. So stupid. Yet here he was. His body had all but shut down from exhaustion but his mind remained adrift at sea, unwilling to let him drift beneath the waves and into the darkness of rest. He wasn’t really sure if he was awake, his thoughts roamed with no real direction,

Sheets rustled and Tom suddenly felt the soft weight of a woman’s breasts press into his side. A feeling that he had grown to love but was still getting used to.

“Wake up baby warlock.” A soft voice said to his right.

“Mmmmm, don’t want too.” Tom muttered

“It can be dangerous to drift in the ‘Inbetween’, baby warlock, you must wake up.”

Soft lips pressed onto his own. His face became flush as an inhuman pleasure spread through his body.

“We may have worked on hardening your body today, but your mind is still weak. It’s vulnerable.” A pleasant warmth spread through his body as his mind began to awaken.

The kiss deepened. His semi-hard morning wood began to harden in earnest. Tom made a grunting sound, part pleasure and part annoyance at being woken up.

“You must wake up.” Shyira whispered.

Shyira kissed his chin softly and then his neck more passionately. She sucked on his neck, no doubt leaving a hicky for his classmates to gawk at. She moved further down now, raining kisses down his chest that had begun to incorporate a lot more tongue.

Tom groaned in pleasure. Tom felt rather than saw when Shyira smiled. Her fangs brushed against his skin, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine

She latched onto one of his nipples with those perfect pouty lips of hers and sucked and lavished it with her devilish tongue. Her claws ran down his stomach and began to play with the elastic of his waistband. He was now fully hard. Shyira let go of his nipple with a pop of lost suction. She moved back up his body. The hard nubs of her nipples brushing against chest as she went.

“You must be more careful master.” She kissed him on the lips again. “The Inbetween between sleep and wakefulness is the time when you are most vulnerable to mental attack.”

She did something with her tongue that almost made him forget that she was talking. “You mustn’t stay there for long, not until we’ve had time to strengthen your mind.”

Tom was hearing what she was saying but was finding it terribly uninteresting at the moment. There would be time for talking later. He kind of wanted her to do that thing with her tongue again. Maybe a bit lower this time. His cock would feel amazing if those puffy lips of hers were wrapped around it right about now. Her magic lesson could wait.

He went to move his arms. Intent on grabbing a fist full of snow white hair and moving her head until she was doing something more interesting with her lips. He was her master after all.

Tom’s mind snapped fully awake and he finally opened his eyes.

“Shy…why are my hands tied up?”

Shyira let out a girlish giggle as she flashed him a snowy smile filled with mischief. “Why indeed?”

Falling Snow Chapter 5 has been posted!

Chapter 5 of falling snow has been posted. I'm waiting on approval from Literotica and it should be up in a few days.

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Falling Snow Chapter 5 Teaser

Tom’s head was in the clouds.

He wasn’t quite sure where he was or why he was there. His muddled brain wouldn’t allow him to focus on such trivial concerns. Soft, powdery earth cushioned his back, sweat cooled on his skin and Tom felt none of it. His thoughts floated listlessly, focusing on nothing and everything at once. His eyes however, were opened wide, his focus off in the distance. A voice in the back of his head told him that he needed to get up, that there was something important that he was forgetting. But for the moment, he seemed content to stare up at the sky.

He was sure that he’d never seen anything quite like it. Great fluffy masses of clouds drifted lazily across his vison. It reminded him of a painting. Like visiting the art galleries as a child and looking at the masterworks of great painters. He could have sworn that he could see every brushstroke. The pale blue color of the sky was like looking out at the ocean, expanding endlessly out to the edges of the world. Great masses of clouds drifted across the sky, like great continents across an endless sea. It all seemed so far away and yet so close. Looking up at that great landmass, he must seem like a giant. If he could only reach his hand out; he was sure he could touch it.

Soft blue gave way to the darker colors of rain soaked thunderheads. A storm was coming. Even his sluggish brain recognized that. The sky was still blue but it was clear it wouldn’t be for much longer. The clouds were darkening as they swallowed up the sunshine streaming through the breaks in the cloud cover.

A shadow fell on him as a female figure stepped into his vision, blocking one of the last patches of sunshine and creating a halo of light around her body. It casted her features in shadow, hiding her identity from him. Tom’s brain struggled to put the pieces together. Finally, his eyes adjusted to the changing light as the face of Aresta came into focus

“Get up. The lesson isn’t over yet.”

Tom remembered to breathe. He took in a ragged breath as wonderful oxygen returned to his lungs. He rolled over onto his side and coughed into the powdery dirt as everything came rushing back to him. Tom rose to a sitting position, his ears still ringing from the explosion that sent him to his back. Stars danced in his vision as he started to get a handle over himself again.

Aresta stood over him, bouncing a fireball in the palm of one clawed hand, a smug expression on her face. That’s right, he thought, combat lessons.

“Had enough little Tommy boy, want to call it a day?” Aresta said, in a mocking tone.

“Fuck that.” He said. A touch of defiance and irritation creeping into his tone.

Tom stood up on shaky legs before getting his balance under him. Tom cursed the muggy, humid weather as he wiped sweat from his brow. His shirt was sticky against his damp skin. Even as the sunshine vanished, heat still radiated off the ground. A mocking reminder that the promised reprieve of rain had yet to arrive. The heat right before the rain was always the worst part of summer rain storms.

Muggy, hot and sticky, he thought, as he surveyed his surroundings.

They were in a rock quarry on the outskirts of town, in the midst of a combat lesson. Although, Tom wouldn’t quite call it a lesson. Aresta would have to be teaching him something for it to qualify as a lesson. He wasn’t sure trying to stay alive as she threw fireballs at him qualified as a lesson plan.

Aresta launched another fireball at him before he had a chance to fully regain his breath. He saw it coming and stepped to the side, allowing the ball of reddish flame to soar past him and impact the cliff face behind him.

“Enough fucking around. Defend yourself.” She barked.

Tom squared his shoulders with the fiery demon. Aresta was in her demon form. Leathery wings and pale red skin, contrasted with bright pink hair and piercing eyes that glowed slightly in the dying light. He forced his muscles to unclench as he felt the flow of magic down the nerve endings of his arms. His fingertips tingled with energy, unformed spells itching to be used.

“Begi-

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