Hello everybody. I would just like to say that for those of you waiting I am working on the third chapter of Lost Souls. So fear not. It is in production.
So i am a big fan of fantasy. I realize there is a pun in that but I will spare you all my shitty sense of humor. I read the Song of Ice and Fire books all throughout high school, and I really wanted to do a fantasy/sci fi series.
I would also like to do a vampire series in the future. Please let me know in the comments if this is a series worth continuing, and if thats something you readers would be interested in reading. All feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
And just a little warning since this is in a different category than I usually write, this does contain futanari. So if that isn't your thing I completely understand, but enough of my babbling and on to what you all came here for.
All characters depicted engaging in sexual activity are eighteen years or older.
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Lilian's favorite time of the day was twilight. The time when the sun dipped low and everything was cast in beautiful shades of gold, orange, and red. It was considered the golden hour to photographers and Lily always tried to make the best of it. Whether she had her camera or not.
The atmosphere it brought was magical to her, and she wished it would last forever. It was the time in between day and night where the events of the day still lingered, and the events of the next were just on the horizon.
The feeling it brought was perfect. The nostalgia for the day almost passed and the excitement for the one to come gave something to reflect fondly on, and something to look forward to. The feeling was the perfect blend of satisfaction and giddy.
She knew it was just a pipe dream though, and it would turn tragic If the golden hour lasted forever. The magical feeling would reverse entirely. The memories of the past day would ache, and the excitement for the future would turn into longing for a time that would never come. Lily knew because she thought in pictures, and it was the same for those.
Her passion could be fickle. A picture that was once beautiful could become ugly, or a picture that once brought fond memories could turn sour with time. However, Lily was an optimist, and she refused to let the pictures that had turned on her bring only sadness. Instead she still found beauty in them as she did with everything, and she could find lessons in every single picture no matter how big or small.
Lily looked at the broken camera in her hands. Such a shame she thought. The camera had gotten her through college. It was the camera that helped earn her degree in photography. She was attached to it. Losing that camera was like losing a close friend. She almost wanted to have a funeral for it. Despite her mourning, she knew she was in a tough position now. Lily had gotten her first gig as a photographer, and the shoots were incredibly important. She was doing landscape photography for an outdoors magazine.
During one of the shoots she had dropped her camera off a large rock while trying to capture the horizon through the trees. It had shattered instantly and nothing was salvageable. Lily didn't have enough money to buy a new camera. In fact, she didn't have much money for anything. It turns out it's hard to get a photography job, and of course the one time she gets an opportunity something like this happens. Lily didn't particularly care though.
Lily felt lower than low as she stared out at the golden rays emanating off the sun. Currently she was down on her luck. She had just gotten out of college and her parents refused to support her while she chases after her pipe dream as they called it. So, Lily now lives with her girlfriend Samantha who has a good job that she can afford to support her until she gets on her feet, but without a camera her pipe dream seems even more unattainable.
Lily stood there melancholy. She remembered her dream. Lily wanted to be a free spirit drifting through the world like wind with nothing but her camera and charm. She wanted to explore. She wanted to experience mysteries and go on adventures. She had gotten a hard dose of reality after college, and the usually optimistic Lily felt defeated. She longed to be in another place following her dreams.
Lily was going through one of the hardest times in a young adult's life. The time where they try to figure out what it is they are meant to do, and it hit the bright but naïve Lily harder than most.
A breeze blew in and she closed her eyes. She felt it flow through her long red hair and kiss her rosy freckled cheeks. Lilian was a beautiful woman. Her breasts were full and she had an hourglass figure that drove people wild. She had the perfect percentage of body fat that left her skinny, but also curvy and thick. She could have been a model, but she preferred to be behind the camera.
Normally her good looks would aid her, but she found many people in the professional world of photography didn't take her seriously. That or they wanted sexual favors in return for hiring her. Which she turned down of course. Lily was in a committed relationship with who she thought was the love of her life. She couldn't see herself with anybody else.
Despite that they still had polyamorous relationship as per Sam's request. Lily didn't particularly mind it. She was open minded, but it still worried her a little. Either way she looked at it, life just seemed to not go the way she wanted.
As she thought about Sam her mood lightened. She was in a tough spot, but at least she had love. As if she had summoned her she heard the door to their flat open.
"Hey Lily where are you? I got you a present on my way home from work." She heard Sam shout. Lily smiled. She needed to see Sam.
"I'm on the balcony." Lily shouted. She could usually be found on the balcony. The view was incredible. It had a complete view of the city's skyline, and during the golden hour it glittered like a city made of gold and jewels.
Lily heard two snaps, and she felt Sam come up behind her. Lily felt her arms wrap around her waist, and Sam began to plant kisses along her neck.
