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Laguz leaned back on one elbow and looked up at Kestrel, lone sharp eye traveling over the lines of the Witch's face and down the rest, clearly taking in every detail of how his consort stood, every micro-expression. He seemed to recognize something new in it, because he gave a subtle, fond smile. "Who are you today?" he asked in a low rumble. One big hand reached up to toy with his consort's collar, fingertips tracing the large metal ring and drawing out a shiver. "A Witch, as always," Kestrel said with a flash of a grin. "But today that Witch feels like a she, a her, and she a me." "All right. Then she is beautiful," Laguz murmured, catching Kestrel's hand and pressing a kiss to its palm. He continued up her arm, a kiss with every adjective. "And clever. And Gods-touched. And..." "And fantastic?" Kestrel teased back, leaning in closer, bumping one hip against the Storm King's shoulder. "Fantastically strange." "Brilliant?  "Maddening." Laguz chuckled, low and throaty, Kestrel's higher giggle a harmonizing counterpoint. "And yes." Another kiss, this time against her neck, just above the leather collar. "Yes, she is."

Chapter 2 of my polyam romantic fantasy is up now for all paid Patrons!

Chapter one, however, is free and always will be!

Here it is! The first New Serial Thing I've done in years! A Norse-Myth-Vibing romantic polyam fantasy, hosted on Patreon!

Chapter one is up now, and free to read!

When magical artist Corin is summoned to a rival kingdom to paint an enchanted portrait of the fearsome Storm King and his Witch Consort, he's torn between his desperate mission to find his missing sister, his duty to his living God back home... and his growing attraction to both King and Witch.

If you've read my witch/merm short story, MOON-BRIGHT TIDES, in which the moon is gone and Tide-Witches have to sing the tides in and out 'by hand' - surprise! This is that same universe! Not sure if Riven and Moon-Bright will make any appearance, but this is definitely that. <3

If you have thoughts or comments, I would love them so much. Leaving them here is totally fine!

So! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy...

Someone stood on the dock. Someone Corin was certain hadn't been there a moment ago. The strange figure was clad in a black, flowing cloak and wearing some kind of mask under the raised hood. He couldn't see many more details than that, but he did sense one thing beyond a doubt: they were staring directly at him. They were startlingly tall, and obviously rail-thin even under the black robes--with an unpleasant twist of his stomach, Corin remembered the Shrouded Pristine. Now that he was closer, Corin could see that the mask was a skull, a huge one from some terrifying predator, surrounded by a mane of glossy, black feathers from what had to be a hundred birds. Or perhaps, considering the beaked shape of the skull, a single very large one. "Ah! Here you are! You are the artist!" the stranger chirped in an unexpectedly high and lilting voice for someone of their height, swaying like a tree in a strong wind. "I--I am," Corin said, feeling a bit faint and reluctant to admit it. "My name is Corin. I am a portrait mage from the court of Lord Auberon the Illuminated." "And I am a Witch!"

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