Chapter One: Wild Nights and Forbidden Delights in Echovald
"Chal-Moo?"
A mossy voice wafted its way through the stifling air of the Sapphire Sisterhood's hidden storage room. From beyond the cloak of shadow, its owner, a lush warden, stepped into view: Tantra Mooncall, leader of the local Shriekers gang. Her warden's limbs were strong, yet delicate; her blooms, ample.
"Tantra! Did anyone see you?" a rugged voice replied.
Chal-Moo, leader of the Shriekers' prime rival, the Sapphire Sisterhood, stood rigidly in the moonlight. His tattooed, recently moisturized torso seemed to hypnotize Tantra's gaze.
"I waited for the Sisterhood scouts to change watch for the night, just like you said."
"Good. Oh, Tantra, another minute without you and I would've burst into Shrieker's Folly for just a glimpse of you!"
"Chal-Moo, you know our gangs can never find out about us! My Shriekers, your Sapphire Sisterhood... They'd never understand. We're rivals, I tell you! Rivals!"
But her emphasis on the last word rang not as a warning in his ears, but a siren's song for the longing buried deep within him.
He threw his arms around her, pulling her trunk to his. His chiseled abdomen pressed against her rigid bark, 'til the light stinging pain of their combined friction faded to dull pleasure with each cadenced undulation.
"Oh, Tantra!"
"Oh, Chal-Moo!"
In the sap-sweet throes of their heightened pleasure, they failed to notice that the moonlight illuminating the room now found itself eclipsed by a shadowed figure.
"I see your evening visits extend beyond the comforts of my mansion, Tantra..."
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