Earth Moves
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: EARTH MOVES
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Erika looked now at where Galen and Arik fought among the other warriors. They
were both huge men at six feet eight, each with bulging muscles covering their
bodies. Galen had long black hair that hung to the middle of his back. Two braids
hung beside his face to keep the hair out of his way while he battled. He had fierce
blue eyes that had always seemed to freeze her. She had seen him kill before. She
had wandered in the forest one day and almost been taken by another group of
warriors. It was Galen who had come to her rescue. She had only been ten at the
time and Galen, at twenty-four, had already been a warrior. He had killed both of
the other warriors and carried her back home to her parents’ home. She
remembered him shaking her until she felt like her neck was going to snap off. He
had yelled at her about how stupid she was and told her in too much detail just
how the other warriors would have violated her, forcing their great swords deep
inside her. She had been afraid of him ever since. She could feel his eyes on her
every time he was near. The thought of belonging to him scared her more than
anything else in the world.
His brother Arik was his opposite. He kept his golden brown hair clubbed back and
his brown eyes were always laughing. She had always felt safe and comfortable
around Arik. He seemed so much younger than his brother although they were
twins and thus the same age. She had run to Arik often when she had been a child.
He had often bandaged her scraped knees and elbows before sending her back
home to her mother. The last time he had come upon her in the forest had been
different. She had been seventeen at the time and swimming in the lake. Arik had
come upon her and she had thought nothing of leaving the water to embrace her
friend. But he had been different that day. He had stared at her body as she left the
water. When she had went to hug him he had taken her arms and held her away
from him. He had given her a blanket he kept on the back of his shebana, a brawny
four-legged creature with long mane and tail that the warriors rode about the
island, and wrapped her in it before putting her on his beast and taking her home.
Galen had been there when they arrived. He had taken her from Arik’s shebana
beast and set her on her feet beside him while he looked at his brother. Her fathers
had been there as well. Arik had dismounted and spoke into his brother’s ear.
Galen’s eyes had darkened in anger as she had watched. Before she knew it the
blanket was ripped from her and she was left standing in front of them all in her
wet veils. All four men had stared at her, her fathers in shock and the Savari
brothers with fire in their eyes. Her mother had stepped out then and seeing her
had whisked her into the house and away from the men. She had received a
lecture then that she would have to curb her wild ways and realize that she was a
woman. Her mother had turned her to the polished mirror and shown her how her
breasts showed through the wet material clearly and how the wet veils of her skirt
revealed the hidden curls of her sex. Her mother had then tried to explain what
such a sight could bring about in a young and virile warrior.
Erika had been stunned to see herself that way. She never looked in the mirror.
She didn’t care for her appearance. She wore what her mother told her to but spent
most of her time in the forest. That day she had been shocked to realize just how
much her body had truly changed. Her breasts were full and firm with rosy pink
nipples. Her hips had spread, giving her a lush full look to match her breasts. Her
brown hair, released from its braid, hung to her hips in thick waves as it dried. Her
green eyes grew ever bigger as her mother told her that she would need to begin
learning things in preparation for her claiming in four years.
That night her fathers had grounded her to the house and grounds around it. She
was no longer to be allowed to run in the forest by herself. She heard them talking
to her mother later and had been shocked to hear them say that Galen was right.
They had let her run too wild for too long and now she had to be disciplined. It was
all Galen’s fault. Galen was the one trying to keep her away from her beloved
trees. She had hated him since that day. In fact she had refused to speak to either
him or Arik since then unless she had been forced to by her parents.
Now she was to belong to them. She didn’t think so. She would allow just about
anyone else to claim her before letting either of them touch her. She had been
lucky to sneak away this morning. It had been hard in the last four years but she
had managed to sneak away often enough to soothe her soul, with a little help from
her mother, of course. She felt completely at peace among the trees. She had a
birthmark on her right buttock in the shape of a tree. Besides, she was more than
able to take care of herself. Her powers had begun developing when she was
thirteen. She could make the earth tremble, make the trees bend and shake. She
could move rocks and small boulders with a flick of her hand. She had the power of
the earth hidden deep inside her and she could feel it growing stronger every day.
She would need no warrior to protect her.
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Erika looked now at where Galen and Arik fought among the other warriors. They
were both huge men at six feet eight, each with bulging muscles covering their
bodies. Galen had long black hair that hung to the middle of his back. Two braids
hung beside his face to keep the hair out of his way while he battled. He had fierce
blue eyes that had always seemed to freeze her. She had seen him kill before. She
had wandered in the forest one day and almost been taken by another group of
warriors. It was Galen who had come to her rescue. She had only been ten at the
time and Galen, at twenty-four, had already been a warrior. He had killed both of
the other warriors and carried her back home to her parents’ home. She
remembered him shaking her until she felt like her neck was going to snap off. He
had yelled at her about how stupid she was and told her in too much detail just
how the other warriors would have violated her, forcing their great swords deep
inside her. She had been afraid of him ever since. She could feel his eyes on her
every time he was near. The thought of belonging to him scared her more than
anything else in the world.
His brother Arik was his opposite. He kept his golden brown hair clubbed back and
his brown eyes were always laughing. She had always felt safe and comfortable
around Arik. He seemed so much younger than his brother although they were
twins and thus the same age. She had run to Arik often when she had been a child.
He had often bandaged her scraped knees and elbows before sending her back
home to her mother. The last time he had come upon her in the forest had been
different. She had been seventeen at the time and swimming in the lake. Arik had
come upon her and she had thought nothing of leaving the water to embrace her
friend. But he had been different that day. He had stared at her body as she left the
water. When she had went to hug him he had taken her arms and held her away
from him. He had given her a blanket he kept on the back of his shebana, a brawny
four-legged creature with long mane and tail that the warriors rode about the
island, and wrapped her in it before putting her on his beast and taking her home.
Galen had been there when they arrived. He had taken her from Arik’s shebana
beast and set her on her feet beside him while he looked at his brother. Her fathers
had been there as well. Arik had dismounted and spoke into his brother’s ear.
Galen’s eyes had darkened in anger as she had watched. Before she knew it the
blanket was ripped from her and she was left standing in front of them all in her
wet veils. All four men had stared at her, her fathers in shock and the Savari
brothers with fire in their eyes. Her mother had stepped out then and seeing her
had whisked her into the house and away from the men. She had received a
lecture then that she would have to curb her wild ways and realize that she was a
woman. Her mother had turned her to the polished mirror and shown her how her
breasts showed through the wet material clearly and how the wet veils of her skirt
revealed the hidden curls of her sex. Her mother had then tried to explain what
such a sight could bring about in a young and virile warrior.
Erika had been stunned to see herself that way. She never looked in the mirror.
She didn’t care for her appearance. She wore what her mother told her to but spent
most of her time in the forest. That day she had been shocked to realize just how
much her body had truly changed. Her breasts were full and firm with rosy pink
nipples. Her hips had spread, giving her a lush full look to match her breasts. Her
brown hair, released from its braid, hung to her hips in thick waves as it dried. Her
green eyes grew ever bigger as her mother told her that she would need to begin
learning things in preparation for her claiming in four years.
That night her fathers had grounded her to the house and grounds around it. She
was no longer to be allowed to run in the forest by herself. She heard them talking
to her mother later and had been shocked to hear them say that Galen was right.
They had let her run too wild for too long and now she had to be disciplined. It was
all Galen’s fault. Galen was the one trying to keep her away from her beloved
trees. She had hated him since that day. In fact she had refused to speak to either
him or Arik since then unless she had been forced to by her parents.
Now she was to belong to them. She didn’t think so. She would allow just about
anyone else to claim her before letting either of them touch her. She had been
lucky to sneak away this morning. It had been hard in the last four years but she
had managed to sneak away often enough to soothe her soul, with a little help from
her mother, of course. She felt completely at peace among the trees. She had a
birthmark on her right buttock in the shape of a tree. Besides, she was more than
able to take care of herself. Her powers had begun developing when she was
thirteen. She could make the earth tremble, make the trees bend and shake. She
could move rocks and small boulders with a flick of her hand. She had the power of
the earth hidden deep inside her and she could feel it growing stronger every day.
She would need no warrior to protect her.