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Sinossi

When sin and desire combine with spells and magic, the result is an explosion of taboo lust! A horny teen creates a sex potion for her loving daddy. A new vampire takes her son as her lover. Long-lost cousins meet and mate in ancient Britain, and a mother and son's journey to Ireland reveals their true heritage as horny immortals!

 
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From "The Dryad's Passion":

 
“Let me help, darling,” came a whisper from behind her. Nimble hands plucked at the folds of cloth, and suddenly the garment was loosening, falling away from her body that owed less to human skill than to magic. Aurelia stood in her shift as Eilonwy folded the stola in her hands and stowed it safely on a high shelf in the stone wall of the cave.
 
“Oh, she is lovely, isn't she, my love?” A pair of hands lifted her hair off the back of her neck. She started as Eilonwy's lips kissed her shoulder blades. With a loosening of a cord, her shift fell in a puddle at her feet. “Can we go to bed now?” she asked. “I really am most remarkably horny.”
 
“What?” Aurelia twisted in Finian's arms, her eyes wide. She was no blushing innocent, to be a stranger to the way women sometimes turned to women for comfort and pleasure. And even if she was, her father, with the thoroughness which was his hallmark, had made her read the classic texts, including the poetry of Sappho of Lesbos, which had enthralled her with its erotic beauty. But she never thought to experience such things herself!
 
Eilonwy pouted winsomely. She ran a finger from Aurelia's throat to the space between her breasts, and she shivered, especially when Finian circled her waist with his hands, his manhood pressing into her rear. “How else? Old Angus kept his wives apart, and they were both the poorer for it. My husband is wise. Three are stronger together than two alone. And when he is gone on those tiresome duties of his, we will have to entertain each other.”
 
“Get used to it,” Finian chuckled into her ear. The heat made her shiver. “She is only partly human, you know. You can no more make her celibate than you could turn her into a rosebush. It would make me happy,” he continued in the face of her frown, as she turned back around, “if I knew the two of you were happy together.”
 
“So I should be pushed to become her lover as well?”
 
“No one is pushing anyone,” the dryad said from behind her. A pair of slim hands wandered around from her back to her front, then drifted higher, cupping her breasts. She watched in dazed astonishment as her areolae tightened. Eilonwy’s fingers pulled at them playfully, and she had to bite back a moan of startled pleasure. “But I am asking. You are beautiful, Aurelia.”
 
Her head was swimming. It was all too much! “Enough talk,” she gasped out. She lifted her face to her husband's, silently pleading. “Kiss me.”
 
Finian did, and her world caught fire. Gentle and strong, his kiss burned her to the very core of her being. Without her even being aware of it, she found herself clinging to him, her hands wrapped tightly around his back, her tingling breasts rubbing the sparse hair of his chest, groaning into his mouth. Her loins ached with a sudden, violent need.
 
“Yes,” the dryad breathed from behind them. Cool air hit Aurelia's back as Eilonwy slipped away, and she shivered in frustrated longing. The tree-woman circled behind Finian. With a caress and a smile, she undid the hook on his brooch and removed the crimson cloak, leaving his torso bare. Then her clever fingers worked at the cords of his breeches. A tug, a jerk, and suddenly her husband was standing naked in front of her, with only the silver circle of his torc at his throat marring his nudity.
 
“Oh,” Aurelia breathed. She drank him in. Her eyes pricked with tears. “Finian, you are beautiful.”

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