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Lesbia just got real…

If you’ve been following the latest Lesbia updates, you may have gotten a sense that there is some change in the air. The new Lesbia artwork reflects that. A portion of it can now be seen on the main page. Thanks to pippin for the bold and wonderful title lettering work 😀 (The cover for the next book has knocked my socks off, and you’re about to get a taste of that after the jump.)

Click here to see Ayla as you have not seen her before…

A Witch And A Wardrobe

One can never trust witches, especially in conjunction with closets…

“Hello, my dear,” Ayla said as she walked into Kira’s room, interrupting the warrior at her work. The sound of steel on stone stopped abruptly as Kira cast a curious look at the witch.

Ayla had left Nive chortling with glee at the prospect of her father’s invasion and returned to the tower to attend to more important matters. She seemed taller than before, holding herself erect and proud as she flashed a smile at the warrior who was sitting on a stool, polishing a blade.

“You’re in a good mood,” Kira noted.

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Another spanking for a willful princess…

Alone with Nive, Ayla once more dropped the charm which held the curly haired brat in stony thrall. Nive virtually exploded with rage, her violet eyes blazing furiously as she stood, hands clenched into fists, face taut with an expression which mirrored that of her far-off father.

“You,” she said, drawing a hissed breath between her teeth. “Do not know who you are dealing with.”

“Neither do you,” Ayla replied quite calmly. She smiled patiently, seeming to enjoy the conflict. “You do not know how many times I have been through this very process, taming wild young women. Waifs and strays with attitude to burn…”

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Daddy Is Angry…

You’ve been waiting ever so patiently for the next installment of Lesbia, so I hope you enjoy it. Today, we discover why Nive is so very confident about her chances of rescue 😀

While Nive stood frozen under the witch’s spell, a very long way away, a cane was landing across the leather-clad posterior of a male guardsman around twenty or so years of age. It bit against the hard rounds of his rear with a loud crack which made every man in the arena wince. As the pain of the infernal instrument spread through his flesh, the guardsman squeezed his eyes shut and hissed a sharp breath through his teeth. It was likely of little comfort to him in that moment, but he was not alone in his torment. Indeed, he was one of nine young men lined up against a leather horse, taking punishment from a singular man who wielded a long black cane with real vigor against one backside, then another.

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A Well Overdue Punishment…

“You’d better do as she says,” Hope sighed. “Or one of us will end up sore.”

“I don’t fear soreness,” Nive said boldly. I am not afraid of…”

What she was not afraid of remained a secret, for Ayla, tiring of the discussion had taken a firm hold of Nive, and used that firm hold to toss Nive over the bed face down. Her long witchly palm met Nive’s rear in a solid slap which made Nive’s ample bottom jiggle in a very appealing fashion, her skirt riding up as she squirmed, exposing bare flesh with every kick and wriggle.

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Trouble in the fortress…

“Hope!”

The young scout came crawling out from a pile of hay in the corner of the stable to find a very tall, rather irritated looking witch looking down at her.

“Where is Nive?”

Hope gestured back at the hay. “Sleeping.”

“This is your notion of guarding a prisoner, is it?” Ayla looked down at the blue eyed scout with a certain indulgent humor.

“Well I know where she is,” Hope shrugged. “I think that counts.”

“Did you have that wound tended to as yet?”

“Haven’t had a chance,” Hope said. “I’ve been doing important guarding work.”

“You’ve been rutting,” Ayla said. “You two barely know one another.”

“We know each other rather well now,” Hope grinned unrepentantly. “Would you like me to get Princess Nive for you?”

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Ayla’s Temper…

Ayla came to consciousness in quite a temper. The glow of coital bliss had abated completely with Ariadne’s return and in its place was a cold fire. It was strange to be so relieved and yet so very, very angry at the same time. When she had thought Ariadne was dead, she had mourned deeply. Now that the goddess was there in the flesh, she felt the pain of the wound inflicted by that immortal hand all over again.

“Leave,” she said in cold tones. “You are not welcome here.”

Ariadne looked at her steadily, gold flecked eyes giving no emotion away as the dark lines swirled beneath her skin.

“Go!” Ayla picked up a pillow and threw it at Ariadne. The petulant act had little effect on the mother of all witches. Instead of striking her it flew very wide, hit the wall and slid down it.
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Back to Lesbia….

“Well,” Ariadne said with a slight smirk at Ayla’s insensate form. “It’s good to make a worthy entrance.”

“You have not been dead at all, have you,” Kira said accusingly, wrapping a sheet over her naked body in the pursuit of modesty. She did Ayla a similar favor, tossing the coverlet over the witch’s ample curves.

“Nothing and nobody dies, Kira,” Ariadne said in tones which were just shy of testy. “It is a persistent illusion at best.”

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Rejected Princesses

I’ve spent the better part of the week cleaning up after the hack, but I found this website I’m pretty sure a lot of you will really enjoy. It’s called Rejected Princesses and it’s an artistic rendering of historical and mythical women who were too awesome or awful to become part of the grand cultural narrative.

The story of Lyudmila Pavlichenko is not a pretty one, but it is a moving one and it’s beautifully told through these images, plus you can read a bunch more interesting tales of badass women on the site. So if you’re looking for something to fill a slow Sunday afternoon, hopefully this will suffice.

Click here to learn the tale of the deadliest female sniper in history…

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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 22: Pants and Panties Down

Strangely, Anna couldn’t pull her own pants and panties down. Physically she could, but baring herself for Tamsan’s little disciplinary scenario was somehow too difficult. It was only a game, of course. This wasn’t really about being in real trouble… so why did she feel so damn tingly all over, so small and so vulnerable?

“I’ll help,” Tamsan said, putting her hands on Anna’s hips and drawing the fabric down over her bottom. There was a rush of cool air, followed by warmth as Tamsan laid her palm across bare cheeks.

“That feels nice,” Anna wriggled her cheeks back and forth beneath Tamsan’s palm. Tamsan’s hand slid back and forth, caressing gently with a tender care that didn’t seem to indicate any impending intention to impart discomfort.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 21: For Her Own Good

“Sure you can,” Tamsan pressed a kissed to the same cheek, replacing the tears with the butterfly soft touch of her lips. “And if you don’t, well I’ll whip your behind until you do.”

Anna looked up to see if she was joking. The kindly look in Tamsan’s eye told her that she was.

“You’ve had enough for one day,” she said reassuringly. “Let’s just go inside, actually eat something and talk, okay?”

That sounded good, which made Anna burst into tears.

“I don’t deserve you to be so nice!”

“Yes, you do,” Tamsan reassured her. “You’ll feel better once you eat. You barely touched dinner.”

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