darkest_fate
machina erotica
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- Dec 17, 2009
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It was one of those days where nothing should go wrong. The sky overhead was picturesque: a brilliant blue lit by the cheerful sun. Just enough clouds dotted the scene to break up the harshness and add texture, looking more like someone had strewn cotton across the sky. Underneath, the wind gently blew the grass along the well-worn foot trail, even disturbing the branches overhead. The scene looked like something out of a story, and it seemed as though the girl who walked into it would fit just fine.
Lady Layla was the second daughter of the local lord, someone who'd been pampered and pleased since the day she'd been born. That the girl proved quite a beauty only increased the pampering, not to mention the attention. A pretty girl grew into a sexy young woman, with feminine curves and breasts that swelled well enough beneath her gown. Long hair flowed about her shoulders, curling just so, and catching the sun quite beautifully. A light brown, it had been passed on from the girl's mother, as had her expressive brown eyes, fine features, and pale skin. Layla looked every inch the beautiful princess, and many had even speculated that perhaps she would become one some day.
For now, she was a silly girl traveling down a road. Her hair had been tied back, just held above her shoulders, and her slim body was encased in a pink dress made more for dancing than walking. Nonetheless, walking was what Layla intended, and what she had permission for. She had been told to stay to the path, but that seemed rather pointless, in a time of peace. Plus, Layla had heard about a clearing filled with beautiful flowers.
So the girl left the path, heading for that field, unaware that there was a second rumor to it, one that hinted toward a much darker fate. Beings existed and lived near that field, beings that would haunt many's imaginations. And it was toward one of those beings that Layla now drew, as she stepped into the beautiful field of flowers.
Lady Layla was the second daughter of the local lord, someone who'd been pampered and pleased since the day she'd been born. That the girl proved quite a beauty only increased the pampering, not to mention the attention. A pretty girl grew into a sexy young woman, with feminine curves and breasts that swelled well enough beneath her gown. Long hair flowed about her shoulders, curling just so, and catching the sun quite beautifully. A light brown, it had been passed on from the girl's mother, as had her expressive brown eyes, fine features, and pale skin. Layla looked every inch the beautiful princess, and many had even speculated that perhaps she would become one some day.
For now, she was a silly girl traveling down a road. Her hair had been tied back, just held above her shoulders, and her slim body was encased in a pink dress made more for dancing than walking. Nonetheless, walking was what Layla intended, and what she had permission for. She had been told to stay to the path, but that seemed rather pointless, in a time of peace. Plus, Layla had heard about a clearing filled with beautiful flowers.
So the girl left the path, heading for that field, unaware that there was a second rumor to it, one that hinted toward a much darker fate. Beings existed and lived near that field, beings that would haunt many's imaginations. And it was toward one of those beings that Layla now drew, as she stepped into the beautiful field of flowers.