All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Chapter One
"What on earth is this?"
Mark muttered to himself as he pulled the dusty box from under the bench the basement. That was odd. The basement in his mother's house was pretty bare, to be fair, for his mother, Samantha didn't often keep too much clutter around. That was a pretty good thing, for it meant cleaning was a lot easier around the house. The basement, on the other hand, was not much used, as his mother didn't like going down the wooden steps into it.
But the box was strange, with a gold inlay over the top with a floral-like pattern, twisted leaves and vine-like things all running into one another. It drew his eye so much along the weaving nature of it that it made him dizzy.
Mark grunted and shook his head, wanting to run his fingers back through his hair but resisted the urge. Dust would show up in his blonde hair, making it all look like he had dandruff and he'd always taken basic pride in his appearance, paying attention to the little details. Otherwise, he was in himself of an average build and height, though he was the kind of guy who had an easy smile about him.
"Hm..."
He opened the box slowly, fishing out the jewellery inside. Amulets. That wasn't what he would have expected at all. With a gold surrounding setting, each amulet wavered through various shades of blue, like water that was always in motion. A small scrap of paper was taped to the inside of the lid.
Wearer beware
