The mage lifted through the water. His long hair draping his face and over his shoulders as his watery frame lifted from the water.Brown and clear water rolled down over him, completely outlining his shimmering frame. He swung his arms and created a strange whirlwind which created a dust storm from the dirt around us, sweeping it up between the Feral Fey and I in a way I could escape them.“Come to me, Spark. I will tend you, keep you! Come to me!” He pleaded. Reaching out toward me.I just barely ducked his reach. “Orin, no!”I dodged another hand trying to grasp me as I fled from his reach.“Come back, Spark. I’ve missed you…” I knew that haunting note in his voice. Knew that he was every bit as bad as the King Eternus.Except I have been in Orin’s dungeon. His plaything for nearly a fortnight.“Orin, don’t!” I’d gone from the pan to the fire. Now he was intent on driving me back into his clutches.Into that trough.***Orin sent up a wall of water next to me to cut off my way to t
Catching one of her black ringlets, Kareni wound it around her finger thoughtfully. Wrapping her other arm beneath bountiful breasts. The dark ebony hue of her shining skin drawing attention to the tops of the globes which nearly spilled from the loose bodice of her dress. “I must admit, I can see why Orin was fascinated with you, perhaps not why obsessed…But interested…”“I don’t want Orin, Kareni.”“You were his lover.”I sneered at the word. Couldn’t be further from the truth.“I wasn’t his lover. I was his prisoner.”“You are all he speaks of.”“That is not my doing.”“You are all he desires. He can no longer attain his passions with me. He must have skinnier girls with pale flesh.” She purred. “Ones that he can imagine are you.”“Again. Not my doing.”“Wouldn’t it be nice if you could return things to the way they were. Between he and I.”“I know you loved him.”“Yes, you did.”“I thought he was my friend.”“Until he took you captive?” She said a bit askance.“That is generally t
Goblins. I winced.I silenced but gave her a defiant look.Her dark brown eyes slid down to my lips just above my small pointed chin. She lowered hers to them and pressed her mouth to mine. Caressing her lips over mine.“Mmm. You do taste as sweet as the rumors say.” She crooned. “And I can feel the heat of you, the light when I close my eyes, from just being near you. You are indeed, intoxicating.”I blinked at her. Sighing heavily. Great.“I will let him have you. But after, I will come to fetch my own taste of the pretty Spark.” She reached to slap the top of one bobbing breast.I hissed at the sharp flicker of pain. “Now wash those pretty parts for him, My Dear.”She pointed beneath the water.Closing my eyes in mortification, I took the rag she offered to me in her other hand. Wondering where it had been before, I tried not to think about it as I washed myself.“Why do you keep doing that.” She pointed to my left hand which was still spinning lazy circles in the water.“To keep t
Kareni’s temporary kindness had been a nice reprieve.It’d bordered on tender.For whatever reason.I now found myself standing naked before her, while she worked a horse hair brush through my hip length strands. Working them until they were straight and shimmering.“Quite pretty when it’s clean. But you, you’re a mess.” She was leaned over looking at the side of one of my thighs. “You are quite literally covered in bruises.”“More often than not.” I stared forward.“We could powder those, I suppose. But not much point, it’ll be dark enough by the time you’re readied for him that there won’t be much light for him to see.”“Thank goodness for that.” I said dryly. Not much caring what he did or didn’t see. I’d become pretty desensitized to the idea of that a long time ago.More men in this country have seen me naked, than those that haven’t. I suspected.“Do you know who Archer Gray is?”“Yes.” I subsided. Very afraid that I now knew who my client would be.Archer found me?I couldn’t i
I caught the faint white of pale hair in the dark. I swallowed hard.Did Kareni lie to me?I felt the bed dip and knew a man crawled into it with me.He hadn’t spoken.I don’t know who he is.He’s going to be inside me. I at least want to know who he is!It was probably a dumb thought. But it was even more terrifying to know what I was going to deal with very soon and not having any idea what he even looked like.I suppose in some ways I tended to gauge how cruel or violent someone might be by how they looked. How unkempt their hair was, how thin their lips were, how many teeth they had. Many of those traits could indicate someone was extremely ruthless.But I was soon to discover that this man was more ruthless than them.My mouth was dry, and my body was shaking. I found myself instinctively rolling away from him and scooting to the far edge of the bed. As though that might save me.I suppose it was my great hope that it was someone kind, perhaps someone I knew, that drove me to ask
I vividly recalled the moment, lying in the grass that he’d told me that.The sunlight had shown on his beautiful gold skin. Highlighting over his white-blond hair. Glistening in those vibrant blue eyes. So dark I almost found myself mesmerized. His square jaw and lean features making him seem like some beautiful statue.We’d just made love for the first time in the soft green grass. Wispy strands danced between us and around us. Flattened under me. My skin still rosy from his touch and kisses. A sheen of sweat still gleaming on his forehead. And a contentment in his eyes that I’d never seen before.He’s always so active.To see him so relaxed seemed uncommonly rare.He plucked a long strand of soft grass to trail it over my brow and down my cheek. Draping it more lingeringly over my lips in a way that had me parting them and breathing more deeply.“So beautiful. Like something contrived from my wildest fantasy.”“Is that what I am? Your fantasy?” I asked nervously. Already wondering
I clambered out of the window and saw a lower roof off to the side. I stared at it in appall. Already hearing the tearing of my fine pink dress.Wouldn’t Kareni be pissed.I felt some kind of evil glee in knowing that. Giving a long, disgruntled, sigh I began my efforts to get over to that lower roof. I swung out a stockinged foot. Catching the top of it with my toes I fumbled to get footing. Dangling from thew windowsill by my finger. Huffing in aggravation I struggled to reach. Making slow progress I inched my foot up on it. Before swinging the rest of my weight over and landing on it. Teetering forward and back over the edge of the roof before managing to balance above it. I whooshed a long grateful breath and cast an appreciative look Heavenward before walking the edge of that roof to find the best way down. Seeing a small balcony below one side, I swung down on that.Further tearing the dress so it was ripped up to my hip and one of the sleeves was nearly shredded through.Dammit
The old man was peering out a crack in the barn door. Watching anxiously as the huge thugs spilled from the brothel.“I’m afraid I have to go.” He whispered to me. His eyes worried. “I can’t be caught with you. They’ll have me killed.”“And probably me.”He gave me an astounded look. “No one would dare kill you.”“Why not?”After a pensive study, he decided not to answer me. Opting to point toward a mound of fresh hay. “Dig into that and hide. I’m hoping they won’t look there.”I caught at his sleeve when he would’ve slipped out. “Where are you going?”“I’ll catch up to you when I can, Sweet Girl.” He patted my hand. “Someone should be looking after a young one as sweet as you.”His words were so kind I found myself deeply touched. Especially because I could see no ulterior motive to him helping me.Just a kindly old Skin.“Thank you.” I whispered quickly as he slipped out the crack and disappeared into the crowd that was now littering the street to watch the unfolding chaos.Kareni w
I put my faith in John Thomas.I put my faith in the Captain of the Blaze.And I climbed onboard.Ready to go to Haven Island.The Blaze was a massive ship. The wood was polished darkly but had been worn in some places, to a lighter color, by the sun. Making it seem even more striking. The words along the front were done in emblazoned orange lettering with flecks of blue emerging as though it were afire.The figure head was a flame.Well-done.It was certainly unique.Making it easy for those seeking sanctuary to find.Yet, Dock Patrol had no excuse to stop the ship. For despite all the rumors that it harbored fugitives, they were unable to come up with a proper reason to stop it.Or so the lore tells.It was a formidable ship.The mast was tall and it was sleekly built with high rails.Making it both beautiful and fierce.I was duly intimidated and impressed.
I couldn’t believe it. We’re truly here. A part of me, had thought that I would never make it to Center City, much less to The Blaze. I’d had to stop my horse and stare down the hill, at the city. Looming so long before us. Gray huts stretched far into the distance. Their stone structures worn from the pummeling of sea splashing. Thatched rooves showed much patching from constant repair. The sea was hard on residents’ and shops in the areas. People were moving in every direction pushing carts of wares. Booths began at the bottom of the hill and stretched as far as I could see along the main path. It was an impressive sight. It reminded me of how Pyre had once looked. Before Gray destroyed my world. Mist wafted up from the sea and lingered over the length of it. Filling my nostrils with its damp aroma. I could hear children hawking their shells and metal workers offering
The Present I banished all those painful memories. Bringing myself back to the present. Reminding myself that I was just about to escape my daunting past. Nearly a breath away now. I couldn’t believe we were turning onto the road in Center Country, aimed straight for the dock. Finally. We’re almost there! “Not much further now.” John Thomas reiterated. “We’ll be there before you know it.” I looked up at the sun. “We’ve just got to get there before him.” “We will.” But I wasn’t so sure. I knew Gray traveled faster in daylight. Because the others are sleeping. When he had to travel with the whole army it slowed him down. Alone, he races. He was the fastest hound I’d ever met. And I’ve met many. Gray was relentless. He rarely sleeps. When he has a scent he runs
I moved to walk past him but he caught my arm and turned me about. I was immediately irate. “Where are you taking me?” “To the tavern up the hill. Calm down.” I was breathing quickly. Wondering if the army would be up there. Expecting to take me to the king. But when I got there, he pulled the hood of his cloak up. Handing me a blue one. “Put this on.” I did. Reluctantly. When we stepped into the tavern, no one paid us much mind. We walked to the counter and I set my hand on the counter. The tender immediately began staring at it. Reaching slowly toward my fingers. Gray casually brushed my hand off the counter and payed for a cask of wine and a huge lump of cheese. Catching the bottom of two goblets between his fingers as he turned away. We took it and went to a back table. I was frowning at him from beneath the hood. He waited for me to sit and then took the bench across from me.
The next time, Gray would not be so kind. But that was the last thing on my mind today. I was hiding in the abandoned cot of a hayloft. Trying to suffer through the heat of another miserable afternoon. I didn’t dare sneak out to try to steal a bit of food from the main house until after dark. That won’t be for a while yet. So, sleeping through the afternoon was the best call. But I was finding that rather hard to manage. The heat was making my hair stick to my brow and shoulders in sopping strands. And sweat from my armpits made the oversized tunic I’d found in the loft stick to me. I could hear the stable boys below working. They had newer quarters built next door and no longer slept up here. So, despite the tremendous heat, I’d taken sanctuary here in the hopes of having some peace. But Craven had come. In the throes of my sweating sleep, I felt the first groping touch sliding over my belly an
I was at the pivotal point in my life where I now had to make a choice. Hate him as I knew I should, or accept some human kindness…Which I desperately wanted. “I’m not going to forgive you.” He nodded. Saying nothing more as he handed me more food. I couldn’t help dropping my head to his shoulder. Letting myself rob some warmth from him to heat my aching bones and banish the chill that had crept in. He didn’t object, nor did he drop his head over mine, as he would’ve before. He just let me be there. Handing me food. And I took it. He kept it coming until I’d eaten so much that my belly felt as if it were twisting. I put a hand to it and lifted my head to give him a betrayed look. I slid to the ground. Groaning as I clutched it. “Did you poison me?” I drew my legs up. I wondered if this was it. He’s finally ready to kill what remains of the Pyre line. He crouched over me.
I’d quickly learned that no matter his intention, the moment a man’s hand met my skin, he was aflame for me. Awash with lust and desperate to possess me again. I’d put together there was something powerful in the pheromones generated by my pores, which could drive a male wild. I didn’t want to see Gray like that. And I didn’t want him pretending to be sweet to me ever again. Not after he killed my family. And betrayed me in every way possible. He was the last one I expected tonight. Having built my fire near the road, in the hope that monsters would stay at bay. But here he was. The cruelest of them all. His metal jangled as he materialized from the darkness to sit on the log across the fire from me. I stiffened. “How’d you find me?” “Fiere.” He sighed. Shaking his head wearily as if I were a nuisance child. “I’m always aware where you are.” There was long silence between he spo
“Gray.” I said dully. A wary way of acknowledging his intrusion into my path. “Baby Girl.” He dipped his head in greeting. So still, he’d almost appeared a statue before that moment. Just like he might have months ago. Before he destroyed me. “What do you want, Gray?” He frowned. “Jackson. You’ve never call me Gray.” “Well, I’ve learned since then that your heart is as gray as the charred ash in the bottom of a mantle just before a maid takes it out.” He flinched. “You would think so.” He visibly paled. “I didn’t come here to fight with you.” “No? Just to kill me?” I asked acidly. Knowing I was trying to be defiant while barely clad in an oversized chemise stolen from a wealthy matron’s fence. Where her undergarments had been drying. Now they flowed around my small frame. Making plain that she was surely more substantial than I was. Most people are. By now I was half-st
Three Months after Pyre I dutifully opened. Feeling the hard ridges of his rod jamming into my mouth and too far back into my throat. I promptly gagged and pressed back on his thighs to try and get him out of my neck. I can’t breathe! What is he doing! He tasted like ash and smelled unwashed. I felt myself gagging, even when he was barely in my mouth. “Mmm.” His head fell back as I caressed my tongue along the side of him. “I love you, Little Slave…” I made a fake pleasured sound around him. Making him groan and jerk. Using the distraction, I sunk my teeth into him hard enough I was sure it’d leave scars. He screamed. A pained shout, retracting his hand from my head to wave it helplessly around me. I twisted once for good measure and whirled on my knees. Hoping that blinding pain would keep him from blocking my exit. It did. I ran through that d