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
Brian was forty four years old. He had a plain face and a medium build. His dark hair had been thinning for the last ten years. What remained gave him the appearance of someone at least ten years older than he actually was. Vanity over his looks had never bothered him, neither had the pursuit of fashion. His mind was sharp. He had an above average intelligence. That was his pride. Looks faded with age. Fashion changed far too frequently for his taste and possessions could always be stolen by someone. But his mind, no one could take and no one could touch. He had spent years honing his intellectual skills through regular reading and study on a multitude of subjects.He followed the park path until he came to the spot where he would turn right and begin the ascent up the hill to his hideaway. He paused and looked about. There was no one in sight. The park appeared to be deserted for the moment. He turned right and began to walk up the hill. Again he chose a ziz-zag path to avoi
Camilla looked at the Priestess and said,” is the body of the man still inside that trap door? Did you leave him that way for the dead?”“Obviously I left him there for the dead. There is no point why I was going to talk to him or keep him safe, did it? He felt that I was the prey and he was the predator. He thought a lot of wrong things. He considered that there was a lot of power in him which he could use it over anyone and that is where the difference lay. I had to show him that he did not. I was trapped and drugged waiting to be killed but I was not killed. I was underground which means that I could not even have brought out the wind to aide me in my doing but that was also not going to happen. But today we are going to test if you have the powers of the dark or the powers of the light.”“What does that mean? Powers of dark and powers of light? I thought that I was supposed to be a werewolf….and that affected me somehow…?