Erotic Mists (BBW Erotica,Supernatural,WMBW) by Alessandra Daun

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    Erotic Mists
     
     
     
    The billowing dark clouds blotted out the midday sun, shrouding the tiny monastery in grey shadow. A storm was coming. Fortunately Jan was used to the weather in this northern region and he would be ready for it. To be the only soul at the monastery, he did very well and he knew it. It wasn't that he was full of pride. He’d gotten used to managing things on his own.
     
    When the priests left on their pilgrimage to Helvahr's shrine he had been a lanky and weak boy; too weak to travel. They assured him that all had been taken care of for the cold winter ahead and he would be well provided for while they were gone. He’d been left with the eldest monk, Rolfan who was also too weak to travel and taught him many things before passing on two years later.
     
    It was not a usual thing for all hands at the monastery to pack up and leave, but the high priest insisted upon it. The reason for their departure being that he’d received a vision which demanded the attention of all who worshipped their hermit god. Something important was to be revealed at Helvahr’s shrine temple and all who were able to travel were encouraged to embark on this pilgrimage.  The journey was expected to last for only a few months but four years went by and no one ever returned. Not his brothers or any of the priests who ran the monastery.
     
    Surrounded by snow covered valleys and icy peaks, the temple had been a haven for all who sought respite or sanctuary. Jan could remember a time when every few days, a visitor or traveling pilgrim would stop to take shelter and tell their stories round the warm hearth. He took great pleasure in them, for he had no other means of entertainment. Now no one, not even lost travelers came upon his abode anymore. Only the books of the library kept him company.
     
    Once Rolfan was gone, he’d thought to venture out into the world beyond the mountains; maybe to find out what had happened to everyone, but the warnings always held him back. It was said that only danger and temptation awaited him. According to the high priest, the seclusion of the monastery protected them from all manner of sin and he would do well to remain here.
     
    In a way he was lucky to have such a beautiful home. The monastery was blessed by the gods in its ability to provide crops even in this frigid climate. It was surrounded by fruit trees which yielded apples and pears in the earlier months, and from the plots of fertile soil surrounding the grounds and inner courtyard, sprung a variety of wild vegetables and herbs. The nearby river also teemed with salmon and rainbow trout; all of which graced Jan’s dinner table.
     
     
    For some time he was content and never wanted for anything, even though his mind was plagued with unanswered questions. He wanted to know what happened to the others, especially since he would be the only one left. Rolfan’s health had deteriorated rather quickly and there was no sign that he would ever recover. This led Jan to fall into despair.
     
    At night he wept for the old man and his lost brothers, who must have surely found their deaths. What else could have happened? Maybe the vision did not come from Helvahr but from some menacing evil that preyed upon the good. Only one thought gave him comfort: