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Golden Souls by Lynda Williams – Post 18

Vretla gets rough with Amel
Golden Souls by Lynda Williams, is a story of Amel's envoy period. Illustrations are by Richard Bartrop.
Vretla's frustration prompts her to man-handle Amel.
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All the Demish do is talk!

Amel laid a hand on the accusing arm pointed at Dela. "Vretla, the Golden Demish -- "

"Vent the Golden Demish," Vretla told him. Her arm yielded to his, then went around his back. Her other hand locked in his hair, yanking his head back to turn his face up. Her mouth latched onto his, as her hand shoved up his tunic to get under his waist band and thrust down, inside his pants.

Dela gave a soft gasp of horror. The Dee-men in the room were stunned to silence. A couple of the Dem'Vrel muttered things between themselves or snickered. The woman Vretla had called Sen came back in through the broken window with a groom from Dee's stables, and froze, staring at the spectacle.

Belatedly, Amel push back against Vretla to free himself. "Please stop!" He gasped. His face glowed, lighting him up in a whole new, strange manner.

"You can't lie with your body," Vretla husked, and pulled him back.

He twisted out of her grasp and backed off, breathing hard.

Vretla stayed where she was, glaring at him, her hands fisted at her sides and her chest working like a bellows.

"You are going to get us both killed with this stupid coyness!" She accused Amel, speaking down to him as if he was commoner. "You are going to push me too far."

"Vretla!" He implored. “We talked!”

"Talk!" Vretla made it her strongest curse. "All the Demish ever do is talk!"

A gunshot went off.

Vretla gets rough with Amel

Vretla gets rough with Amel

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