All Chapters of WitchFall: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Panic tore through me and I gave him a panicked look. Straining against leather straps which bound my neck, biceps, waist, thighs and ankles. There was nothing I could do. Nowhere I could go. I was completely at his mercy. “Don’t do this to me, Mathis.” He scoffed. “Where’s all that fire now?” “I can’t do this.” “It’s too late. You’re here. And you’re mine. And I’m going to draw what I need from you.” “What you need?” I was panting in terror. Making my breasts raise and drop. I was positioned horribly awkwardly. Tilted up so my weight was resting along my lower back against the backrest and my thighs which were parted and braced on the parted leg boards. I writhed trying to find a better position, but I was completely immobilized. Unable to find any leverage. “As I said…” He was using that dreadfully soothing voice again. Circling away from the lever and caressing a hand lovingly on my body as he followed the edge of the wood frame pinning me. “The man can only be what he is by

Soon I saw the dark filmy fingers of his energy creep into that corner and sap even the light from the mouse. Leaving him shriveled. The tiny animal exhaled a last wispy breath which frosted in the cold air as he died. When had it gotten so cold? Is that what I’ll be like when Mathis is done with me? Mathis’ head fell and he peered down at me through all that black hair. Clenching the rough wood on each side of my hips as if to hold the table even more steady wo he could ram into me. Battering my cervix with his hard length. He took me so roughly the leather creaked, and the wood of the table rattled with each violent thrust. I gritted my teeth, tucking my head against the pain as I felt like my body was being boiled while he stole my spirit from me. Everything ached and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without giving up. Finally, he tossed his head back. Black hair rolling down his back and roared an inhuman sound. Filling me with his cum and making the burning within m

I stared at his profile, disgust written over my face. He yanked the chain, and it pulled the cap open. Dousing her in cold water. A raging outpouring that hit her roughly enough to make her body dip under the pressure. He dragged rough hands over her body. Smearing away the dirt and filth that had stained her skin so darkly. She put her forehead against the tile. Feeling some deep emotion, she wasn’t expressing. Fear? Disgust? Revulsion? I couldn’t tell. All I saw was submission. He caught her shoulders and flipped her around. She pulled her head back from the water and tipped it to evade having the cold water flooding into her face. He roughly scrubbed down the front of her. His hands brisk enough that her whole body moved with each scrubbing touch. Her small breasts bobbing and the soft tissue of her belly adjusting. He’s being far from gentle. He acted more as if this was an inconvenience than something that was bringing her pleasure. It seemed very different from how h

Veline smiled as if I’d caught her. Which I did. “Clever Dear, aren’t you?” It seems rather common sense to me. “Common sense isn’t that common, I fear.” She said dryly in answer to my unspoken comment. “But what is obvious is that you were in a state of hypnosis, able to be swayed by spirit and by your own energy. And all of that, led you here.” I frowned at her. “To this sacred place.” She gestured around us. To the strange flat rocks forming the clearing here. And the odd green of the grass. The vibrant wildflowers which seemed to form a perfect frame around the circle as if somehow, they could make a barrier, people couldn’t cross. But I had. “What is this place?” “Now that, My Dear,” She lifted a pointed finger. “is the correct question.” *** “It’s called The Mending Vale. This is where ancient witches used to come to help gather energy from each other. Or to heal any one of them. It’s why you came…To be healed.” “How can this place heal?” “Because every witch who’s

“Why do you always send the missives to the Warlord? Do you know what he is?” Someone asked. Another Undine from behind Veline whispered. Peeling free of a bit of grass to stand and face the prettier woman. This one had dirt along her back and strands of grass growing from her feminine figure to mask what she was. “Because, Germaine, despite what everyone thinks of King Detry’s Commander he is the King of Creature’s greatest defender. He protects our lord. And he can only do that if he can assess the dangers of where the King of Creatures goes.” “Does our King know he does so?” “He knows his birds are redirected to Warlord and that Warlord sends him the messages. He doesn’t know why. But he trusts his brother.” “They’re brothers?” Germaine queried with lifted brows. “Our savior and that destroyer?” “Judge not a man when you know not why he does the things he does.” Veline cautioned. Bouncing her finger to send the bird off. *** I followed a tiny narrow trail which looked like