Mastering the Girl is an erotic fantasy-adventure story set about five years before Apotheosis. Content warnings for sex, language, violence.
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For several years, Avestine, the legendary Warmaster of Darklaw, has lived under an alias in a remote village. Though her brother’s bounty hunters have not found her, a young woman has. Naïve and desperate, Kami has come seeking a hero. What she finds is a brutal outlaw determined to control the ferocious power coming to life within her.
Avestine searched Kami’s eyes as if she expected to find something, and when Kami rose, Avestine followed, staying near, crowding her. She brushed Kami’s shoulder with light fingers. Kami pushed her hands away, but they slid into her short hair. She hunched, her heart racing.
“Don’t touch me.” Kami tried to firm up her trembling voice. “Leave me alone.”
Avestine’s eyes flashed with excitement, and she continued to menace Kami until she had her pinned against a tree. Lewd breaths warmed Kami’s neck, and Avestine said, “Don’t be afraid.”
The wet caress of Avestine’s lips trailed a cooling line all the way to Kami’s ear, and her imposing height and strength left Kami with little to do but flex defensively against the assault. Avestine’s sinewy hand seized Kami’s jaw and rough kisses forced her lips apart. Hands burrowed under her clothes in search of skin, and Kami couldn’t stop them.
Kami couldn’t maintain her anger any longer and cried out, her voice cracking with fear. Avestine released her so unexpectedly, she lost her balance and fell.
Avestine took a few steps backward. “Taking what I want from a girl is easy enough. Finding one who likes it. Well now, that’s something else entirely.”
Kami rose to her feet and put the tree between them.
“Are you going to run away?” Avestine’s cunning eyes sparkled as she sat down on a boulder. She picked up her stick again.
“You’re the one who’s mad.” Kami stepped away from the tree.
“You have a lot to learn, and if I don’t teach you, someone else might, someone not as fond of you.”
“Fond of me? Well, I’m not fond of you. I don’t like you at all.”
One of Avestine’s eyebrows rose. “We both know the lie of that, Child.”