Percival looked at Camilla and said,” Fire?”
“Yes…fire…isn’t it a beautiful thing?” asked Camilla oblivious to the fact that Percival was scared for the first time in a number of years. He did not even understand that how was it possible for the Priestess had told that she was a necromancer and her capability lay in life and death. Not that it was something that should be taken lightly but at the least he knew that it did not harm him in any way at all.
“How did you learn how to do that?” asked Percival trying to keep his voice as much level as possible.
“You taught me how to do that,” said Camilla as she looked at him with a smile. The fire had kept her mesmerized as if it was a new toy and she was smiling like she was so interested in the fire.
“But I stay far away from fire as long as I can, Camilla. I mean, you know that I am undead right? How can you say that I am the one who t
Michelle panicked, struggling against the chairs restraining cuffs. The stop button forgotten for now as she fought wildly.Consciousness slowly returned to Constance. She was still locked within the stocks with chains on her feet, the ruined remains of her dress on the ground around her. Her tortured back burnt like fire from the whipping and the crowd had moved off.Some children played nearby. She tried to beg water from them but her mouth would not form words. An iron bit wrapped in raw-hide had been placed into her mouth while unconscious and secured behind her head. She could do little but whimper in misery as the straps securing the bit were well out of her limited reach.The children noticed her renewed struggles and came over circling her. Constance was only eighteen and only slightly older than some of them. She had run and played with them only last week. Several of the younger ones took up switches and began to sting her bare legs and backside. Just
Around her the inferno raged and rose higher, engulfing the edge of her skirt, singing her long cardinal hair; she closed her eyes and fought back tears and focused her mind on his image.She remembered the day she first laid eyes on the demon that had caused her to forfeit her life, body, and soul. He had seemed a man like any other set apart only by his regal bearing and piercing eyes. His black leather boots were caked with dust from the road and despite the blistering heat he wore a black jacket over his crisp white shirt and had shed not a drop of sweat.His hair shone like a raven's wing in the sun and fell in a cascade of curls bound by a single black satin ribbon down his back. His eyes were pools of warm chocolate that had the tiniest flecks of gold and amber shining in their depths. His mouth was strong and sensual as it curved in to a smile when his eyes fell upon her in the field. His skin shone with a golden gleam that was accentuated by the stark whitenes
Several hours later, Bida sat nervously reading her mother's journal trying desperately to concentrate on the words. Finally she heard Samael's voice calling her, she rushed outside to greet him, but he wasn't there. Puzzled she stood outside a moment longer before spotting him trudging towards her with a heavy pack on his back."What on earth do you have in that pack?", she called to Samael, "What took you so long? I missed you." Her cheeks flamed as she realized what she had just said. Samael rushed up to her, grabbed her round her waist, and spun her around while holding her close."You missed me, did you?" he rasped in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Gently he set her back on her feet, "Let's go inside, I have something for you."Reluctantly, Bida stepped away from him clearly disappointed to break contact with his warm firm body. Once they were inside, Samael took Bida's hand and gently guided her to a chair by the fire."Close your eyes," h
Slowly Bida massaged his thighs through his pants, pulling her mouth away from his skin she whispered hoarsely into the curve of his ear. "Samael my dearest why are you still wearing these?"Her deft fingers moved to the button at the top of his pants before Samael caught both of her wrists in the palm of his big hand.He wagged a finger in front of her, "No, my darling, not yet, I want to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life. " Firmly he pushed Bida flat on her back deep into her mattress."Put your hands above your head and don't move them." his voice was very compelling as she felt herself grab her wrists with the opposite hand. Samael ran a hand over her eyes and whispered in a deep rumbling voice."Close your eyes and trust me, Bida." Bida squeezed her eyes shut a smile playing on her lips. Samael surveyed the beauty laid out before him, before reaching down and ripping the rest of her nightgown off her body. Shivers ran down Bida's
Gingerly Samael spread her thighs with one hand while the other teased her tender rose-colored pebble that topped her creamy globe. A breathy cry escaped Bida's swollen lips as sharp jolts of pleasure raced through her body. Kissing slowly Samael traced a tantalizing trail down Bida's graceful neck to the curve of her shoulder before dropping butterfly light kisses between the valley of her chest and onto the pert creaminess of her bosom. His long fingers gently probed her nether petals brushing her most sensitive part in an artful carelessness, while his other hand roughly pulled and rolled her turgid pink flesh between his fingers. Gasping Bida snaked her hand down to cradle his head and tangled her fingers in his inky tresses, gently she tried to guide his warm mouth to the other aching pebble desperate for some relief from the throbbing he had awaken in her.Samael disentangled Bida's delicate hand from his mane of jet and grabbed her wrist. Growling through clenched teet
Michael Steel watched from the rafters of the old warehouse. He had worked his way up into the dank and dusty old beams carefully and quietly. It had taken precious time. Time that he knew he might not have had.There was just enough light filtering in through the clouded window panes of the warehouse's old roll-up door for him to see. The scene below him was eerie enough without the criss-cross pattern of shadows on the floor. Steel slowed his breathing even further than he already had. He slowed his heartbeat down to what should have been dangerous. He relaxed, centering himself, and he waited.Below him, sprawled onto the damp and dusty floor, was a young woman. She was about 18, Michael figured. She was pretty, but not beautiful. Plain was the descriptive word, with her brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She was dressed in a short vinyl skirt and a one-strapped tank top. Steel noticed that the half-shirt had been pulled low, revealing a bare left breast. The skin t
That sandpaper texture, like hard leather, of a working man's hands scraped across her skin; kneading and sliding in a slippery rhythm, but not so much so that it took away from the delicious friction, nor obscure the under lying coarseness of his touch. It seemed as if his hands were electrified. Then, the sensation shifted as the space between her skin and his buzzed and mingled in volts of passion. He held steady and torturously just out of touch while she tried to pay attention to the symbiotic flow of sparks that erupted over her erogenous zones. How was it possible that she could still feel every stroke of his fingertips, though they stood inches away from her skin? How could each manipulation of empty space give way to flutters deep down inside her? It made no logical sense, and he watched the gears turning, but would not relent in having the spell broken by an overactive mind.He pressed hard against her and her focus faltered, somewhere along the way he'd stripped do
Camilla looked up as the man entered the room, smiling slightly as he approached. The heavy door clanged shut behind him, the insistent strobes and rainbowed lights of the club winking out, leaving only a dull reddish glow. She looked him over; tall and lean, well muscled like a dancer, his hair surrounding his face in dark waves. Her tongue clicked in her mouth and she smiled wider, her long teeth gleaming. He only smiles at this and drew closer, his own long teeth creasing his bottom lip. He reaches to grasp her.She stands and fades into a chill mist as he draws close, and the room fills with a thousand whispered voices, a susurrus of sound, a thousand bloody pleasures promised.He glances around, young yet in his talents and unable to follow, the red glow in the room deepens and the mist settles about his shoulders, a smell of grave dirt and lilies filling the air. The cold settles about his shoulders and he shudders as a cold, manicured hand settles on his shoulde