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I have become consumed by my consumption of Orenda.Bringing her body to pleasure has turned into an obsession that continues to rob me of my faculties. No longer am I satisfied to see her vulnerable, sleeping form writhe in ecstasy as her mind fills with dreams of me, now I crave to see the pleasure in her eyes. I sought her out like a shark seeks out chum in the water. I let her touch me and her touch became my undoing. The exquisite burn of her skin cast a blinding, primal haze over my mind and in that moment, it was no longer just her pleasure I craved but my own. I hungered to feel my pleasure through her, but I was not prepared for it.I never knew my body could experience such euphoria. It felt foreign and confusing. All I have ever known is malice and coldness, but I feel heat and desire when I am near that frustrating avifauna or even think of her. Giving into my desire left me sated and ravenous, all at the same time. I hunger for that feeling again, but do I hunger for it o
Before I know it, I’m teleporting and appearing in Orenda’s bedroom of all fucking places. I admit part of me thought about informing her of my discovery, so she doesn’t waste any more of her time – though I’m not sure why I give a crap – but I didn’t actively bring myself here! Is this how much control this bond has over me? All I have to do is have a fleeting thought of her and my subconscious drags me to her side? I had intended to toy with her and drive her as crazy as she has driven me until she begs me for rejection, but I fear that may be a losing battle if I can’t find a way to temper the agonising control she has over my fucking mind!I try to leave but I can’t. My eyes remain fixed on her tempting physique, veiled by a thin sheet, her chest rising and falling as her soft breaths and steady heartbeats fill the room with their music while her scent engulfs me. I step closer, and with a wave of my hand send her sheets flying off the bed. I stare down at her, growing displeased
I snap my fingers, her nightshirt vanishing from her body as she glances down at herself self-consciously. I bite my lip as I look upon those perfect breasts, her nipples hard and perky, begging to be sucked just like all those nights when I feasted upon them and brought her pleasure. She moves her arms to cover herself, and my eyes flare in anger. Instantly, ties form around her wrists and force her hands above her head as the ties attach to the headboard.She looks from the ties to me, her face a mix of panic and hunger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she exclaims.I capture her face in my hand, forcing her lips into a purse as I hover over her. “Don’t ever try to hide what’s mine,” I snarl.She looks deep into my eyes with that penetrative stare that fills me with unease as she nods her head.“There’s a good girl,” I praise her, freeing her face as I straighten up.Grabbing a hold of her hips, I flip her onto her stomach causing her to yelp. She looks back at me as I
Without another word Azadou disappears, leaving me lying here naked and spent. Every nerve in my body is jolting with electricity and everywhere he touched me is burning in intoxication, but as the high begins to wane and the lustful fog begins to lift, shame starts to creep in.I force myself to sit up, my limbs feeling like jelly. I gingerly caress my wrists, feeling a sting as I look down at the marks the ties left around them. The more I stare at them the more ashamed I become. Why do I let him do whatever he wants to me? I know there is a powerful bond between us, but Zarseti’s magic doesn’t rob people of their free will. It only allows two people to feel and be aware that their souls – or essrams in our case – are two perfect pieces of an intricate, cosmic puzzle. Her magic doesn’t turn people into sex addicts with no conscience or morality, so what the fuck is wrong with me?Three times now, I have let him do what he wanted to me with barely any protest. We’ve never had a real
Sitting around letting my mind race was not getting me anywhere and I was not up for a chat with my brother. He’s either likely to make more jokes or say something that is going to earn him a bolt of lightning to his ass – though knowing him, he might enjoy that. So, after putting on a load of washing I decide to go on patrol.Flying above the clouds is where I feel the most peace. There is nothing more magical than being in the sky and experiencing a terminator with your very own eyes, or even better, flying right through it. No, I don’t mean the AI robots from the future, I mean the moving line where the planet is divided into day and night. Chasing it is one of my and Aya’s favourite pastimes. In the sky, there is no drama, pain or strife. Just vast space as far as the eye can see and boundless serenity. Down on land, however, is another story.While flying over Madagascar my feathers prickle as I detect the presence of eyti somewhere down below. I dive down closer to the Earth and
I laugh so hard I choke on my drink, forcing me to place it down as I catch my breath and smile at Invidia sitting beside me.“Why did you blow a hole in the Great Wall of China?” I laugh in bewilderment.Invidia laughs, swallowing the sip of her drink. “It was an accident, and I was like sixteen. There was some creepy bug crawling on me, and I went to flick it off and then the next thing I know there’s a huge-ass hole in one of the most historical landmarks in the world.”“And no one noticed?” I ask dubiously.“Oh, lots of people noticed, but my mother just erased their memories and repaired the wall like it never happened,” she shrugs.“Smart thinking on your mother’s part,” I praise, sipping my drink.“Smartest woman I know,” she says with a thoughtful smile.“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what were you doing in the middle of nowhere in Madagascar of all places?” I ask curiously.“Hunting, I guess you could say,” she answers reticently.“Hunting what?” I quiz, my brows knitt
As Ayawamat and I approach the front doors of the Kartheca side by side, we are greeted by the familiar and welcoming faces of Ecrin and Fatma.“Impeccable timing as always,” Ecrin praises.As they step outside into the mid-day sun the traces of gold in their skin begin to sparkle and twinkle making them appear as two wingless ethereal fairies, their natural calming energy covering us in a blanket of peaceful serenity. Ecrin stands at 5’9”, her body the definition of an hourglass, her thick, voluminous ebony hair hanging straight as a pin to her waist. Past the glitters of gold, her skin is a rich, warm, syrup-brown making the gold of her eyes give off an amber tone until the sunlight hits them revealing their natural intense gold. Her nose is pinched, and her top lip is a bit fuller than her bottom lip making her devoid of a cupid’s bow.On the other hand, Fatma is 6’2” with a slender frame so thin her collarbones have full definition. Her hair is a fraction darker than Ecrin’s and d
“Since we don’t want to add to any tension or frankly endure the smell any longer, perhaps we can address the reason we called you here and then we can all go on our way?” I suggest.Isolde nods, “Of course, I apologise for us getting off track,” Isolde says contritely. “Though I’m not sure why I would be needed regarding eyti matters,” she adds with confusion.“Over the past few weeks, my brother and I have encountered rare eyti surges; the kind that would only occur if they were gathering in great numbers,” I begin.“Like when they were converging on Invictus,” Fatma surmises. I nod in agreement.“The strange part is that when either of us have followed the source of the surge there were never any eyti to be seen. It was just like they evaporated out of thin air,” Aya continues.“But the eyti can’t just vanish,” Ecrin argues in confusion, “They may be shadows, but they leave a scent behind just the same as everything else.”“So you can understand why we have both been concerned and
Walking up the stairs to my bedroom I still can’t wipe the smile off my face. It wasn’t until tonight that I realised that most – if not all – of my friendships are based around duty and necessity. Spending time with Invidia I see what a real friendship should be like; fun, relaxing and somewhere to turn when you’re at your lowest. Having a few drinks and dancing the night away was exactly what I needed to distract myself from everything going on in my life.As I reach the top of the stairs I freeze in place, the mild spinning of my inebriated mind suddenly being hit with clarity as I feel a blanket of coldness covering the third floor. My eyes focus on my closed bedroom door as I try to envision what – or more accurately who – I will find on the other side. For a second, I consider turning around and trying to sneak out of the house, but I quickly dismiss the cowardly thought. Between the two of us, that’s his style, not mine.I take a deep breath, steel myself, and walk towards my d
I immediately begin choking on my drink and have to put it down to catch my breath. I stare wide-eyed, the implication of her words leaving a nasty taste in my mouth. She patiently waits, her dark eyes watching me with innocent curiosity. I swear that expression teamed with her question reminds me so much of Ayawamat. That’s the kind of thing he would say and look just as innocent while saying it.“We are by no means brother and sister,” I correct, coughing to clear the rasp in my voice. “Yes, Jartre made us both, but not in the same way. I mean, he’s a God and I’m not. Jartre used his ability that allows him to tear through the fabric of the universe to tear away his own malice, but it was so powerful and ultimately still a fundamental part of his being, so it ended up manifesting in the form of Azadou,” I explain.“Right… Okay, so then, wouldn’t that kind of make Azadou his twin? If he’s like the evil version of your dad, doesn’t that make him like your uncle?” she continues looking
Stepping into Superno, I try to peer around the people in the crowd packed together like sardines. Eventually, I manage to spot distinctive, wavy white hair as a strobe light bounces off it. Feeling excited, I make my way over to the booth to find Invidia happily sipping on a fruity-looking cocktail. As soon as she spots me she lets out an excited shriek, hurrying to finish the sip of her drink while simultaneously placing her cocktail on the table.“You made it!” she cheers, leaping from her seat and rushing over to pull me into a hug that I eagerly return.“Of course, I did!” I giggle.The two of us are bouncing with excitement, squeezing each other tight as we sway from side to side like two twenty-something-year-old best friends who haven’t seen each other in two days but it feels like years. I’ve never had this before, this kind of friendship. Someone who just wants to spend time with me because they enjoy my company and are so genuinely thrilled to see me. It’s infectious and I
I watch, stunned by my actions – though doing my best to hide it – as Azadou casually turns his head to glance at his back. He glances up at me, his face expressionless and my own emotions becoming so amplified I can’t even get a lock on what he’s feeling right now.“That tickled,” he deadpans.Have you ever seen that moment in an anime where a character just turns red and keels over? That’s what my brain is doing at this very moment.It tickled. It fucking tickled. Of course, it did! He’s a God. I may harness the same power as Jartre, but when it comes to conjuring lightning, my bolts only contain a fraction of the power the Gods hold.Azadou turns his head away for a moment and then proceeds to sit down on the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees.“I discovered the anomaly the night I woke you up,” he states with a suggestive glint in his eyes.I feel my cheeks begin to flush at the memory, but I refuse to get distracted.“You mean the surges?” I press.“They’re not coming from eyt
I stare up at the dark and decrepit-looking mansion nestled among the trees of Hoia-Baciu Forest. It’s four-story’s high, and aside from the numerous windows, the structure almost looks like it was carved from a giant rock. It’s built – or likely conjured – from stones of charcoal grey, with spires lining the edges of the roof as if screaming to the world not to touch or come near it. I’ve never looked at a home’s exterior and thought it resembled a living person, but everything about the home Azadou built for himself screams him: dark, scary, isolated and threatening all who come near.I make my way up the winding stone steps, my heart lodging itself in my throat as I approach the front door. As I raise my fist to knock, I sense that addictive cold presence that stops my breath short as the door swings open, revealing Azadou in all his glory.“Which God dropped you at my door this time?” he accuses.“None. I flew here myself,” I correct him.His perfect black brow arches as his pierc
“Since we don’t want to add to any tension or frankly endure the smell any longer, perhaps we can address the reason we called you here and then we can all go on our way?” I suggest.Isolde nods, “Of course, I apologise for us getting off track,” Isolde says contritely. “Though I’m not sure why I would be needed regarding eyti matters,” she adds with confusion.“Over the past few weeks, my brother and I have encountered rare eyti surges; the kind that would only occur if they were gathering in great numbers,” I begin.“Like when they were converging on Invictus,” Fatma surmises. I nod in agreement.“The strange part is that when either of us have followed the source of the surge there were never any eyti to be seen. It was just like they evaporated out of thin air,” Aya continues.“But the eyti can’t just vanish,” Ecrin argues in confusion, “They may be shadows, but they leave a scent behind just the same as everything else.”“So you can understand why we have both been concerned and
As Ayawamat and I approach the front doors of the Kartheca side by side, we are greeted by the familiar and welcoming faces of Ecrin and Fatma.“Impeccable timing as always,” Ecrin praises.As they step outside into the mid-day sun the traces of gold in their skin begin to sparkle and twinkle making them appear as two wingless ethereal fairies, their natural calming energy covering us in a blanket of peaceful serenity. Ecrin stands at 5’9”, her body the definition of an hourglass, her thick, voluminous ebony hair hanging straight as a pin to her waist. Past the glitters of gold, her skin is a rich, warm, syrup-brown making the gold of her eyes give off an amber tone until the sunlight hits them revealing their natural intense gold. Her nose is pinched, and her top lip is a bit fuller than her bottom lip making her devoid of a cupid’s bow.On the other hand, Fatma is 6’2” with a slender frame so thin her collarbones have full definition. Her hair is a fraction darker than Ecrin’s and d
I laugh so hard I choke on my drink, forcing me to place it down as I catch my breath and smile at Invidia sitting beside me.“Why did you blow a hole in the Great Wall of China?” I laugh in bewilderment.Invidia laughs, swallowing the sip of her drink. “It was an accident, and I was like sixteen. There was some creepy bug crawling on me, and I went to flick it off and then the next thing I know there’s a huge-ass hole in one of the most historical landmarks in the world.”“And no one noticed?” I ask dubiously.“Oh, lots of people noticed, but my mother just erased their memories and repaired the wall like it never happened,” she shrugs.“Smart thinking on your mother’s part,” I praise, sipping my drink.“Smartest woman I know,” she says with a thoughtful smile.“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what were you doing in the middle of nowhere in Madagascar of all places?” I ask curiously.“Hunting, I guess you could say,” she answers reticently.“Hunting what?” I quiz, my brows knitt
Sitting around letting my mind race was not getting me anywhere and I was not up for a chat with my brother. He’s either likely to make more jokes or say something that is going to earn him a bolt of lightning to his ass – though knowing him, he might enjoy that. So, after putting on a load of washing I decide to go on patrol.Flying above the clouds is where I feel the most peace. There is nothing more magical than being in the sky and experiencing a terminator with your very own eyes, or even better, flying right through it. No, I don’t mean the AI robots from the future, I mean the moving line where the planet is divided into day and night. Chasing it is one of my and Aya’s favourite pastimes. In the sky, there is no drama, pain or strife. Just vast space as far as the eye can see and boundless serenity. Down on land, however, is another story.While flying over Madagascar my feathers prickle as I detect the presence of eyti somewhere down below. I dive down closer to the Earth and