Friday, March 13, 2009

Shunga Chronicles: Lady of the Snow by Lizzie Lynn Lee

Shunga Chronicles: Lady of the Snow
by Lizzie Lynn Lee

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-200-5
Genre(s): Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shunga
Series: Shunga Chronicles
Length: Novella

It’s hard to kill your enemies when you fall in love with them…

In her previous life, Shizuka-no-kami was a bride-to-be when she was murdered in cold blood by her betrothed to gain her dowry. Because she perished in the snow, the Snow Goddess fosters her spirit, turning her into a yuki-onna, a snow maiden.
When the Snow Goddess’ sacred domain is threatened with never-ending battles, Shizuka is sent to entice and kill the aggressor’s overlords; only, she isn’t prepared for what awaits her. Lord Hiraoka Ichizo and his second-in-command, Tenshin Satoru, decide to introduce her to carnal pleasure and share her between them. As Shizuka is torn from the overlords’ seduction, other trouble is brewing on the horizon.
This time, if Shizuka does not heed how dangerous lust for power really is, the tightly woven treachery might kill her for good.


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"Our men say this blizzard is the Snow Queen's machination," Tenshin Satoru announced between chattering teeth. "Our presence has disturbed her peace. I'm afraid if we don't retreat soon, she'll send a yuki-onna to freeze us to death." He shivered from the frigid temperature. The cold seeped into his very marrow, and even the warm, naked body of his overlord couldn't seem to dispel the venomous chill.
They'd already sought refuge underneath a thick heap of coverlets, but the bitter cold had a way of finding him and searing his skin like the pricks of a million needles. Satoru squirmed closer to his liege lord, clinging to his body heat and desperately seeking his warmth. He'd never experienced a blizzard of this magnitude that practically froze everything in its path.
His lord, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the cold. Lord Ichizo lounged leisurely with a book in one hand and the other on his cock, stroking himself in contentment as he read his favorite passages from the Art of War. "You've been listening to old Takechi too much," Lord Ichizo commented. "There's no such thing as yuki-onna. You let your mind wander too much, Satoru-chan. Why not take the first turn to sleep? I fancy a couple more hours reading."
Satoru would never understand his lord's fixation of pleasuring himself while reading a war manual, or the fact that he could withstand the frigid temperature with ease. If the blizzard kept raging for the next few days, their troops would be frozen to death. Only today, one of Satoru's captains was forced to slaughter ten more horses because the animals' hindquarters were afflicted with frostbite. If they continued losing their war mounts, they couldn't possibly win this war. They'd have to return to Kanzu defeated, and Satoru loathed that grim prospect.
"If you say so, sire, but I still think Old Takechi is right." Satoru clenched his jaws hard so his teeth would stop chattering. It only worked for a few seconds, then he could no longer contain his shivers, and his teeth clicked incessantly. Satoru found this wearisome. How could he fall asleep if his teeth kept chattering?
Lord Ichizo put down his book, taking notice of him. "Are you cold?" he mocked. "I'm surprised my brave second-in-command can't endure a little chill."
Satoru hissed. "This is not just a chill… This is -- I don't know what it is. I think we've offended the Heiji's deity, and now she's punishing us by sending this blizzard."
"For a seasoned warrior, I think your superstition is unfounded. Here, let me warm you so you'll be able to rest…" Lord Ichizo shifted closer and wrapped his arm across Satoru's body. His hand slid to Satoru's loins and found his flaccid cock, stroking it awake.
Satoru groaned. He wasn't in the mood for pillowing. He was tired and cold, and longed for a good night's sleep without being bothered by this incessant chattering of his teeth. He usually had plenty of energy to spare for pillowing. He and Lord Ichizo were well known for their boundless lust and rampant cocks. They'd practiced manly love since they were young and had also shared many women between them. But now, for a strange reason, this unnatural weather had spirited his lust away.
However, Lord Ichizo was a determined man, and Satoru knew it too damn well. Besides, his liege lord was an expert on invoking desire. Satoru didn't think that he could oblige Lord Ichizo's wish of pillowing, but his touches and the way he fondled Satoru's cock made him hard in no time. And when Lord Ichizo grazed the back of his ear with his teeth, Satoru felt blood pulse in his loins. Satoru groaned. It would be impossible for him to sleep in this state. Well, he thought, at least now his teeth had ceased chattering.
"Better?" Lord Ichizo murmured behind his ear. The whiff of his hot breath sent a delicious shiver down Satoru's spine. He trembled again, but this time from burning lust.
"A little," Satoru lied. He wanted his lord to do more than just fondle him.
"Greedy." Lord Ichizo pushed him flat on his back. "Of all my lovers, you've always been the greedy one."
"I know, but you love me anyway."
Lord Ichizo sniffed. He always did that when being confronted about his feelings. "True. Even when you're greedy, I love you the most."

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