Camilla looked at the man and said,” Is this some kind of joke?”
Percival sighed and said,” If it was then I would not have endeavoured to bring you back here in order to protect you or to keep you safe and secure. You know that I have not hurt you in any way and you are free to leave any time you want. But I took the risk of putting my own neck out there in front of the pack of wolves with whom I was supposed to sign a peace treaty just to protect you.”
“And I am grateful for that. But why are you lying to me? There is no reason for you to tell me lies are there?” Camilla asked.
“No. I am not lying. You might not know who I am and that itself proves that you know nothing about our worlds. And I have only told you the story in order to know if you are aware about the kind of person you are or where from you belong,” said Percival and Camilla sighed.
“I know that I am a girl who had gone to the friend’s house who was known as Robert to her father, and
Every night for the past week, the same thing. Not that he was complaining; hell no was he complaining! For his entire adult life, Ross’s dreams had been pretty normal. He had a few nightmares and wet dreams, but not many. Only rarely was a dream worth remembering when he woke up, but this one eluded his memory in spite of how hard he attempted to recall it the next morning. He awoke feeling only that something indescribable had happened. Each night brought the dream closer to conclusion. He did not know it, but tonight would bring the culmination of the previous five evenings.In this dream, Ross found himself drawn to the same dream-place over and over. It didn’t feel the same as a standard recurring dream, but the room he found himself at never changed, nor the Lady who danced for him. Where his dreaming brain came up with this location, or the woman, he couldn’t fathom given that he was a fairly unimaginative person. Until his first dream of her, the qui
Camilla was moaning against his mouth and Percival could feel in the pit of his stomach that Ross was dead. And he had lost him to a succubus. The height of stupidity of this human amazed him. How could anyone be so naïve?He was still in her arms when Camilla whispered,” You are like ice to my fire. It will be so good to feel you inside me.”The man leaned in to me, down to my neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. As he exhaled, he let out a soft moan as if he'd smelled the most wonderful scent in his life. His hands came up to my breasts, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples through the fabric of my tank top. I could feel them become hard as he took them between his thumb and finger and squeezed and pulled on them gently, making me gasp.He lifted my shirt just above my breasts and seemed pleased that I wasn't wearing a bra. He bent down and took one mound into his mouth, teasing and flicking my nub with his tongue. My hands went to hi
He is a demon, and his name is unpronounceable. There is no exact translation; the closest meaning is "the hottest fire," but it misses the mark. He is not an awful demon, as demons go. His area of expertise is lust, but he is flawed; occasionally he allows just a hint of the softer emotion of love.He rationalizes this by increasing the lust, and by the knowledge that the liaisons thus formed do not last very long. Most of them end in tears, and this keeps his supervisor looking the other way. Unhappy people make mistakes, many committing the more deadly sins. Ginger, as he has been nicknamed, is thus a very useful demon, with good results, and is working his way down the infernal ladder steadily.Ginger is so competent, as a matter of fact, so experienced and good at his job, that it was a thirty-day wonder all over Hell when he apparently fell victim to his own sin.The lady in question owned a bookshop. Ginger was there on business; he was attempting to pair
My dearest friend,These are the last words that I will ever put to paper, the last words that my mind will craft. I have passed on all my teachings to those few disciples that were brazen enough to ask for my instruction. Each of them, in their own accord, has reached beyond the level of wisdom that I have attained during my days. They already are far more powerful than I could ever hope to have become in my short days on this earth. They each have sworn their oaths in fragrant blood to pass on my teachings to their own disciples, but more importantly to maintain the secrecy of their identities. I am sure that this last statement will surprise you, more because of the significance of it rather than the action itself.I know it has been many years since that day, but each detail is easy to recapture by merely closing my eyes. Each detail has been carved into my eyes, masterfully placed there by artistic hands into a canvass that cannot be destroye
Camilla heard the screaming and then she asked Morgan who was in her room that time bringing her supper because she was still too weak to move.“Why is he in pain? He is hurt, isn’t it?”“He has been hurt for a long time. And we don’t know how to heal him. But now that you are here, there is slight hope that you can show him what he actually has to live for,” said Morgan and Camilla said,” Why is he hurting though?”“That is something I cannot tell you unless he tells me. You are going to have to ask him yourself. But please have the food, you need it to regain your strength. All your facilities are still not under your control,” said Morgan.An hour later Percival came to her room and said,” You need to witness something. Can you get dressed and come with me?”Camilla nodded yes and within a few minutes she had donned on one of the many dresses that hung in the closet of her r
The Priestess’ POVHe's been under tremendous strain, lately. Work-related stuff has kept him up nights, pacing the floor. Politics and world affairs haven't done anything to ease his mind, either - if anything, all those other influences have upset him even more.When I lowered my lashes at him one evening and nodded toward our bedroom, he looked away. I went over and put my hand on his shoulder, thinking to seduce him with a touch."I just don't think I'd make good company right now," he demurred, chuckling nervously. His shoulder muscles felt like rocks under my fingertips."That's fine - just come and lie beside me for a little while, then."He turned away, and I saw his hand shake."You don't have to do anything, be anything, or think anything," I purred. "Just - humor me. Please?"He sat there for a long moment, brain racing around and around the same little track that kept him so agitated during the day and half the night
Nicholas’s POVBanishing to the east. Prayer to the God of ultimate Pleasure and Pain.Thanateros, your rite has commenced!He recites: "Unto Thee - the Kingdom - the Power - and the Glory - to the Ages!""Amen!"This ritual is the needed barrier to breach on my path to passing the Abyss of initiation.I can see nothing. My wrists are tied with leather cuffs to a rack and I can barely stand on my feet. I feel my own hot sweat dripping down my temples and from my nose to the ground. But the room is cold. The room is cold and I am naked, defenseless physically and emotionally. My body is drained so dry and I cannot speak, let alone cry out.Water.I need it, desperately.He has blocked my nose and my eyes. Soon, after he is done teasing me, he'll shut off my ears. His voice feels like a whip across my waist. It comes from the opposite side of my narrow dungeon. I beg him to come closer, to feel the breath of another
Camilla looked at the woman who was standing in front of them. She wore flowing robes which billowed about her body and made her look like an ancient creature but so utterly young which seemed impossible and improbable at the same time but Camilla had now understood that here, in this world anything could happen and she could have died. Instead she was here with a man who was trying to protect her and this woman was looking at her with disdain.“You dare darken my doorstep. Again.”The woman was looking at Percival who looked at her straight ahead and said,” You very well are aware that if it was not very important then I would never come here. And I also know that if someone is in the need of your help or your support then you are never going to push them away. I did not know whose door to knock.”“You know that the witch of strength and potions has suddenly found a lover and she will be busy in creating love spells and all that sh
Her father was not home when Alison arrived, which for once she was grateful for. She was in desperate need of some quiet time to contemplate what just happened. Not even bothering to go inside the house, she took the small stone pathway that twisted around the back of the main house and headed straight for the gardens. She loved her father's garden. Tall green hedges sectioned off different areas that all had their own unique theme. Her favorite section was the lily section and whenever she visited she made sure to stop by and take a nap on the cushioned bench that was found there. It was luxuriously relaxing to simply lay there and breathe in the scent of flowers and fresh air.Today, however, her mind was in a whirl and even meditating on her favorite bench didn't seem to be helping. The men she overheard in that room wanted to keep her around for whatever they were planning, but what was it and how did she fit into that plan? She felt incredibly vulnerable and wished that
Braden had not been able to sleep that night. Thinking about Alison facing the king made him feel like he was just punched in the stomach. He was well aware of the interest that Medeas had in Alison's work, and he knew for a fact that the king had not just recently taken interest in the biomagical field. In fact, it had been about two and a half years since the king first heard about it. Whether Alison knew it or not she was about to be horribly exploited, and unfortunately there was nothing Braden could do to stop it. He had been called to the capital earlier in the week so that he could be told to his face that if he warned her at all he would never see the end of their harassment. This arrangement was the reason he had never pursued Alison before, but eventually he just couldn't take it anymore and he had to be with her.He had been instantly smitten with Alison the very first day they worked together. While she was classically beautiful, she also had a penchant for making
So early Saturday morning had found Braden and Alison standing in an empty field that was surrounded by trees and sectioned off from the rest of the nature reserve that was near Braden's apartment. They had decided to spend the night with each other because Braden's lack of control over Fire made it too risky for him to stay by himself. That, and the intense fear they had felt earlier had them both hesitant to leave the other's side.The morning began with them taking turns walking each other through the basics of their elements. They quickly discovered that they had all the abilities of advanced Air and Fire elementals, most likely because Braden and Alison were each advanced in their own element and the stuff they were exposed to was extracts of their own magics. The problem facing them now was control. Braden could easily produce fire balls, but if he wasn't extremely careful they would grow too large in size and Alison would have to step in to contain it. Likewise, Alison
Alison woke to a weird sensation pooling around her back. It was both cool and hot at the same time and caused her skin to tingle. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of Braden gloriously stretched out next to her. The image of Braden's naked chest immediately made her forget about the annoying sensation.We need to get moving; we can't stay on the floor all day long,she thought to herself with regret.Braden hugged her closer and slowly opened his eyes."mmm, I wish we could stay just like this all day. That would be spectacular." He said as he slowly stroked the skin of the thigh that was thrown over him."Yeah until the janitor comes to empty the trash and finds two naked people on the floor.""Ha, Steve could use a good pick me up. I hear he doesn't get much as home."Gross I never want to think about Steve having sex.."Even an guy like Steve deserves to get some lovin' every so of
"God that was fucking incredible." She said to herself after awhile. But while she wasn't expecting a response, she got one."I'm glad you thought so little one."Her eyes flew open at the sound of the familiar voice."Braden?""Yeah it's me Ali." His voice was raspy and husky sounding. She bolted out of her lab chair and began to pace back and forth in front of the desk."This is so embarrassing." She said meekly, looking down at the floor and playing with her fingernails. "I can't believe you just saw that." Even though she knew that Braden had been responsible for the air-induced orgasm, she was still embarrassed at being caught in such a position.Braden waited for her to pass by him again and then reach out for her arm, pulling her so that she stood in front of him. He ran his fingers along her temple before tucking a stray hair that had fallen from her pony-tail behind her ear."You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. Y
To be a warrior, you must make friends with pain. It is a constant bedfellow who hung around just to say hello every so often. It lived as a reminder of the hazardous nature of the profession. It was a hazard that Aneesa knew about from a young age. The spirited woman was raised a fighter and proud warrior, one who shook off the occasional stabbing or attempt to decapitate her with a smile on her tanned face. In fact, she took pride in them, treating each scar as a new trophy to add to her collections of war stories. So Aneesa was no stranger to pain. Usually, she would grin and bear it, but this time it was different.The poor woman's arms hung over her head, extending slightly behind her as they were chained to a point on the ceiling. It was a slow-burning pain as she had been in that position for what felt like hours. The chain gave her no slack as she fought to keep her body upright, leaning forward would only tire her more. The bind that she got herself in was ingenious
Her eyes followed the red liquid as it flowed through the coiled plastic tubing and entered the glass collection beaker that was sitting on her laboratory table top. She needed 5 more milliliters of the stuff and then she could analyze its magical content and complete her thesis. Alison was a 24 year old master's student at the University of Sunderland and was apart of the first wave of bio-magical researchers that the kingdom of Sunderland had ever had. Wishing to stick to the traditional view that magic was a deep seated ability inseparable from the soul, most of the population refused to believe that there was a biological basis for their special abilities or that magic could be analyzed, quantified and experimentally manipulated.But Alison was about to prove them all wrong. The red liquid that was painstakingly dripping into the glass beaker was what she called Potion de feu, and was actually an extract of her own Fire magic. It had taken her four years to determine the
The Ancient lowered her cup."Of course, there is more to this particular tea ceremony than merely drinking tea," she whispered, her kimono parting to allow Taiju a quick glimpse of her spotted but seemingly firm brown breasts.Taiju suspected as much. That was the reason he had climbed for five brutal days through the unforgiving mountains to reach the witch's aerie. It was told that Ancient had uncovered the secret of life and death. Some said she was 200 years old. Others said 1000. Most people of course said she didn't exist. No one who returned had ever been able to find her.The deep creases surrounding her eyes seemed to twinkle as she pulled the kanzashi from her hair, spilling her silver tresses down her back."If you wish to gain eternal life, then we must drink each other," she whispered and shrugged her shoulders, spilling her silk kimono onto the floor. She stood, shameless before him in her nakedness.His eyes were drawn to the white
"Even if you do, you'll never make it out again. The others will tear you to pieces."Ean smiled grimly."That's my plan. Now let's go."They walked towards the mansion, Ean holding Adele in front of him. There was no one else in the garden, but as soon as they stepped inside the house they were noticed. Surprised shouts and yells of "Tenumago!" soon had them surrounded by vampires. Ean grinned at them."Come any closer and she's dead!"He pushed his claws in even deeper in her throat making blood trickle down her skin. The vampires backed away, knowing that he could tear her head off if he wanted to."Good. Now where's Percival?" he growled."Don't tell him!" Adele croaked."He's no match for Percival, Adele!" one vampire shouted. "In his office. Down that hall, last door on the right.""Much obliged. Now, all of you: get out!"The vampires hesitated, then did as they were told, reluctantly filing through the doo