1. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Garrod rounded atop the buckskin mare, its long dark legs short stepping to better cut the angle as the swirl of sand swept across him. "I don't know if you can understand me..." Grit stung the hunter's eye. Sword came up to guard likely angle of attack as tears flooded clean his lone eye...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    A roil of laughter to follow her squeeze as he scooped her up as she lolled and splayed. Strong against his bones as he thunked his head against hers. Relished in how it felt to be so pressed and taken in. Breath, after breath. Smile stretched and eye full of gauzy wonder as he simply took it...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Where he began and she ended, lost to the terrifying ritual their skin and bones knew so well. Shorter and shorter. The pumps between breaths. The beats between hearts. The rhythms and time of each life they offered, more and more bubbled and swirled. Sure as they slapped and hinged and drove...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Even the nonsense that fell from their mouths felt sticky. Like it wormed through his ears and swirled down the pit of his belly. A dark potion just waiting to boil over. Waiting to puff and bloom and steam up in a hissing haze. "Yeah," he growled as he hitched and slid and felt all her fleshy...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Skin cracked across him like a bone dry riverbed. Steam hissing from the new wounds. Bones felt brittle as charcoal. A wild grin splayed across his face. "Well fuck, sounds about right," The one eyed Cazadore croaked from his smoke parched throat. What part of him had escaped being charred...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Attention split. He nod to one, then the other. Shoveling spuds and stew, and whatever else managed to get scooped up by his spoon. "Low and slow, huh?" he chimed in at the mention of cold water. Watched the kids fuss. The mother laid down the law, and Pieve gave more of his secret. "Salt, is...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Oh, what a croak it was. "Yeah?" He thrummed with it. Twitched. Pulsed. Fat and firm against the bones in her hand. Her breath poured out, swirled in bumpy moans he swallowed down with the hungry gulps of a toad. Pressed himself flat against her. Legs wrapped and twined with hooks of heel...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Atop the red elk, the child sat wrapped in the filthy wool of the river campsite. Dandelia, swift as the wind coursing across the roots and branches, sprung and hopped and fled! The knives flew next. Sank hard and deep into the blighted flesh of one canine monstrosity. It yelped. Whined. The...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    A shift of the legs, and a pull on the reins saw Brinda veer her horse to a hard stop. Dust and sand all kicked up as the beast groaned beneath her. The ripples and shifts still in the air as her eyes blown wide as they stared at the dustcloud, and the... man who had fallen out of the air...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Her hand slipped down the trail of him, and he grinned the more. "Mira no mas, Brujita,"he arched his spine toward her fingers. Stiff cock's head all slimy toadstool at her touch. "Todavia sigues buscando tu hongo favorito?" he laughed as he slowed. All teasing coo as he watched her beg...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Breath hissed through his teeth, sucked in sweet at the sink of her own bite. Set his skin to prickle. Fine hairs come to stand so the animal he was could better feel. Her rhythm. Her sound. All the little wants, and all the little hurts that course and shift through her bones, and through her...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Slammed gauntleted fist into skull of bone again and again. The viscera sprayed. Spattered. Hissed off his skin as it bubbled and boiled and steamed off him. Shriveled up and cooked into crumpled little wreckage. Barrel lid bashed some fucked up thing back. Rapier blade whirred to snap...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Brought Low, Killed Hungry

    Garrod grit a grin from his teeth. "Pendejo," he said with a shake of his head. Brinda was still reining Dunsire in while Gante stalked. Garrod watched the man. The languid stroll of one who measured where they stood. Whatever he had learned. Couldn't be good. "Got mal nes, and worse...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Pads of his fingers stilled at the hitch. Warm slick of her cunt and his cum still about the tips. Just a moment to hear the little moan that spilled out of her. Like a drink too sweet for his ears. Green eye glint. Teeth bared in breathless, hungry smile. Keeled his head toward her touch...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    The rip of the Queen's voice tore at the already tattered fabric of Garrod's mind. Teeth gritting in a stunned agony, his hands gripped too hard around the hilt of his greatsword. Were it not for a bright gleam that shined across the gauntlet's eye. The hint of drawn blade's approach. Might...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "You begged for it." A huff of a laugh. Like a ghost leaving his body. "I did," The trace of her hair tickling against his chest. All gentle drag across flesh and bones. Kisses like little splashes of rain against skin that felt made of spent ash. "Can swear I feel myself sizzling," he said...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    The world about her. Blurred in technicolor pops that washed into a warm and welcoming nothing. Breath ragged. Hard taken. Silver eyes burned down at him. The squeeze. About his pulse. About his neck. About his cock. Tighter and tighter. The ache in his shoulders. In his elbows. Feet digging...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    Smothering, grounding. Mouth ajar. Teeth bared to all the haze steaming between them. Poison still coursing through his blood. Slap. His eye wide. Ears still hearing the sound work across the room. Teeth flashed wider as he coiled up the more to meet her. Gagged down with a thwump. Her hand...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "Then take me, Fiend Bearer" "Evil," he pant as she moved down to him. "wicked," he laughed, against the slow rumble in her throat. "Wraithbinder," he growled it like a curse that branded him through the smile cut across his teeth as their bones ground together. A pitch, a dip. Reveling in the...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Lantern Flowers [M]

    "In fire and blood..." "Maldita sea" he hissed through flame cracked grin. Vos como miel picosa. Rolled his head in delighted agony. He couldn't hide how much he liked the stab of it. How he knew what he was. Trails of her nails still raked across the plane of his chest. Red lines where...
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