<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Naga+-Ff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/naga-ff/</link><description>Recent content in Naga+-Ff on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/naga-ff/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lillith's Tails Part 7: Lillith's Passion</title><link>/stories/2011/11/28/lilliths-tails-part-7-lilliths-passion/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/28/lilliths-tails-part-7-lilliths-passion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lilliths_tails6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lillith&amp;rsquo;s Tails Part 6: Lillith&amp;rsquo;s Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lillith&amp;rsquo;s Tails Part 7: Lillith&amp;rsquo;s Passion&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sleepy awareness dawns, the darkness slowly gives way to a dim red radiance that illuminates nothing. Floating suspended in fluid warmth, a thought drifted idly across the newly awakened mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who am I?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Memories flicker just out of reach, fractured images and half formed sounds dance at the edge of hearing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where am I?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unseen hands grope in the gloom tracing across soft shapes the thick syrup matching body heat so well that everything seems to blur into one mass.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>