By Way Of Introduction

Hi - this is my blog. I'm using it as a holding place, until I can find my own space to get my work up and published. I've written quite a few short stories, playing around with genres and themes and characters. At the moment I've gone through an erotica phase, so my work (which I don't usually show to ANYONE) has sprung from my desire to write that sort of story.

I'm going to post a few excerpts this week, just to give people a taste of what it is that I write. I'll welcome any comments people have - I'm on Twitter @MelvilleZoe so look me up there!

The first excerpt is from an ongoing series of fantasy-themed short stories. They're a linked set dealing with the awakening of difficult romantic feelings within a hard-bitten wilderness guide for a fellow adventurer, and the journey she takes and the people she meets along the way.
I can't think of much more to say about it, so ... a short excerpt:

The Story of Dreanna the Wildling

Part One: The Campfire

A Story by Zoe Melville

Excerpted as a preview of her work, on This Her Blog

As the flames roared higher into the air, Dreanna watched the young sorceress move her delicate pale hands in several graceful passes – the elegant movements of her order, as much a dance as they were sorcery. Dreanna had barely noticed their softness before, hardly paid attention to the way her dress clung to her heavy breasts before dropping abruptly over her stomach to gather tightly at her waist and flow over her wide hips. Dreanna watched as the sorceress danced gracefully in the light of the fire; the warmth of the flames reached her within her blanket, but Kallyria did not seem to feel the heat. She watched as sparks leaped from the fire, coaxed by Kallyria’s teasing hands as they weaved in and out of the smoke. They danced across the woman’s lips, across her brow - one stuck to a nipple, charring her dress and making Kallyria gasp, stumble, and bite at her full red lips. Her dance slowing to a sensuous sway, Kallyria undid the clasp that held her dark blonde hair in place and let it fall to her shoulders, fall all the way down her back - as she circled the fire Dreanna caught a glimpse of her long golden hair tumbling down her back to nestle in the curve above Kallyria’s buttocks, glinting like treasure in the light of the campfire.

Dreanna looked, still and forlorn, at the vivacious sorceress as the spun and swayed, circling the fire. As her own finger found its way between her legs to the dark wet place that ached to fuck Kallyria again, she already knew that she had lost her chance. She was not the lover that Kallyria needed - she could not excite the cream-pale skin in the way the fire could, and she had not the imagination that Kallyria’s dance demonstrated.

When Dreanna thought she could bear no more of Kallyria’s dance, the young mage reached up and undid the string that held the shoulder of her dress closed. With one quick movement she had shrugged out of her dress and stood naked before the flames, her pale skin and dark curly golden hair shining bronze in the light of the towering flame. She spoke three words that Dreanna did not know, spitting each one with ecstatic force into the darkness of the night. With each word the tower of flame seemed to buckle and sway, sinking down into a brighter, stronger, thicker fire. Dreanna, her hand languidly stroking her aching mound, suppressed a moan at the sight of Kallyria’s nude body, Kallyria’s thick thighs shifting as she stretched up, full breasts rising and parting with each deep breath she drew, lips parted to reveal the gleam of her bright teeth and darting tongue behind. Dreanna furtively looked around the camp - Ranton and Tezorik were fast asleep, each lying bundled in their blankets and cloaks. It would be the easiest thing in the world, Dreanna thought, to simply stand up and go to her, to lie with her in front of the fire and taste her as she knew she should have done the night before - yet her own doubts and fears stopped her, and she lay silently within her own blanket, her finger stroking her wet trembling sex in time to the mage's movements as she danced naked around the fire.

With a wave of her hand Kallyria spoke a fourth word, and a sound like a thunderclap echoed through the barren hills. Dreanna blinked and when she opened her eyes again, the fire had taken shape. Kallyria stood wide-eyed, panting in front of it. Dreanna blinked and almost gasped in surprise, covering her mouth with her sticky hand so as not to betray her presence to the mage. There was no mistaking the form the fire took - the tight curve of the buttocks, the matted tangle of hair, the strong arms and lean, tight belly. The fire was an imitation of Dreanna herself built of smoke and flame, of air and magic. Hair of coiling smoke twirled up from the nape of a neck of dark red flame. Small hard breasts glowed red and orange, tipped with nipples of searing white. Hot yellow lips parted to reveal white shimmering teeth and a tongue that was almost blue. The flame-Dreanna licked her lips and smiled, twin burning eyes fixed on her summoner, her mistress. Dreanna gasped as her flaming double reached out with one scorching hand and touched Kallyria’s pale skin - fearful that she would be burned, be consumed by the creature she had created, but fearful too of attracting her attention, of giving her watching presence away.

The flame-Dreanna’s hand brushed over Kallyria’s shoulder and went to her neck - Kallyria gasped and tilted her head back, going limp in the elemental creature's searing arms arms. Dreanna strained to see the mage, lit only by the flames that seemed to burn beneath the surface of the creature that held her; no burns marred her pale flawless skin, only smudges of soot streaked over her body where the flame-Dreanna’s lips had touched. Kallyria bent down, cupping a glowing breast in one hand and bringing a hard, flame-white nipple to her lips. Without fear or hesitation she took it into her mouth, running her tongue over it. The flame-Dreanna hissed, closing her flickering eyes, and stretched out her smoke-wreathed body as Kallyria’s fingertips ran the length of her tight blazing belly, tracing the memory of every muscle. Dreanna, watching in silence, aped the mage’s motions on her own body, feeling the building sensation of pleasure as she saw Kallyria kiss and caress her duplicate through a haze of stifling heat.

The elemental gasped, her moans of pleasure as Kallyria’s tongue ran across her searing body sounding as the crackles and bangs of twigs consumed by a bonfire. Grabbing her mistress roughly by the shoulders, the conjured simulacrum of Dreanna pulled her up and fixed her with her burning stare. Kallyria, her face aglow so close to the searing flames, watched dumbly with half-lidded eyes, shadows dancing behind her as she panted. The creature bent and took one the mage’s rose-petal pink nipples in her mouth, running her white-blue tongue across the stiffening flesh. Kallyria closed her eyes and moaned - Dreanna, watching, saw her expression slacken, her jaw drop, as she surrendered herself completely to the moment. The flame-Dreanna turned Kallyria’s nipple over in her hot mouth, nipping it with shining white teeth and driven on by the yelps and jerks she elicited from her mistress. 

I shall post more tomorrow night - I promise. Thanks for reading!