Three hours later…Velaria had just entered one of the hottest clubs in all of Athens Greece. She smiled wide, the stylish and popular nightclub was roaring with life. The music was pumping, the bodies were swaying on the dance floor, and Velaria never felt more at home. She stood by the entrance way taking in the atmosphere of the nightlife happening around her. There was something about being here in Greece that was calling to her spirit that she could not place. Her Pegra spirit felt energized like it was being brought to a higher sense of life. This club was making her power feel like it was surging with new intensity. She was doing everything that she could to reign in the magical impulses, they felt like the were bubbling over to pour out of her. She had tried for so many years to be a normal person, to push this down! Now, with her spirit horse awake, everything feels like it’s out of control. She did her best again to block it out of her mind. She took deep breaths and focu
I ran from the nightclub. I was intent on getting away from that deliciously hot man. The same man who has been haunting my dreams. I feel as if I know him. I feel my essence reacting to him. Bending to his voice, and every will. I do not know what the fuck is happening with me but, I lately have not been in control of my sexual prowess as I normally am. I mean like what the fuck?! As I am walking down the street, I feel eyes on me again. This time it is different. This energy feels cold and deadly. Not heated like it wants to consume me in unending pleasure. I made it back to my hotel room. I finally begin to relax as I start to undress myself. I am undoing my dress when I hear a sensual voice from behind “Allow me my dove” I freeze as I feel hands unzipping me while caressing my back. I unleash a moan while my head falls back on his shoulder. “Do you know how long I have searched for you?” he whispered, “do you how long I have waited for you?” “Who are you?” I whisper while I wr
It happened a long time ago, I have no clue how long ago the events of my birth took place, I would not find out until a time when I thought it was all mythical bullshit. It rocked my world learning my true identity, I refused to believe it for a long time. Did not want to acknowledge that the realm of gods, and mythical monsters were even real. I will admit I have had nightmares for years. Did everything I can to suppress them. I had no idea where these images of castles, thunderbolts, gods in human form, and flying beasts came from. What even scared me shitless was as a child, I would feel this power swelling inside of me, the birthmark on the back of my neck I have that symbolizes a black pitchfork would itch, once it glowed and I got the feeling of something or someone watching me, yet no one was ever around. I would see the shadowed image of a man in my dreams stretching his hand for me calling me “Thalia” I would shake my head, as a child and run away. His aura was very dark.
Dream.I have no idea where I am right now. This feels like a far-off land, in a different dimension. I have had not had a dream like this since I was child. I guess it is back to the realm of fairy tales and make believe in my subconscious imagination. This feels different though, it still feels real yet, this is a completely different place. I walk around until I hear the sound of footsteps and voices of people coming. I hide behind a pilar, I have no idea of I would even be seen but it would be too awkward if I was caught. “Brother Zeus, may I have a moment” “Of course, brother, why have you come from the depths of darkness to see me?” “I had something alarming happen, I felt the grounds of Tartarus shaking, suddenly a secondary throne formed from the ashen rock in the wall, with the branding of my pitchfork” The man stopped talking so I peaked around to see the duo, and I was shocked. That man speaking was the same darkly dangerous man who was calling to me as a child. I dare
I finish my shower, walk back to my bedroom naked, letting the warm air of the New York summer weather dry my pale luscious skin. I try to shake off the anxiety from that dream. No use stressing about shit from movies. There is one thing that can help me shake off my stress however, it is a work morning, and I do not have time to get properly fucked before work. If I had a nice sexy man with a good dick in my bed, that would calm everything down. I have never had that happen. I do not bring men into my bed, and I never stay over at their place. The last thing I need is them getting clinging and trying to become attached. I am young, hot as fuck, and loaded. Every man wants me, and the loser shits would want my money. No thank you. Love is just a silly notion in sappy movies. I have to damn much to live for, and too damn much work to do falling for that shit. I dress in a gray form fitting dress that is sleeveless, with a button my front plus collar from Dior, pair them with high hee
The day finally ends, I can mentally tell everyone to fuck off. I collect all of my possessions. I walk out of my office door to request my assistant to call the valet however, I get to her desk and that bitch has already left for the day. She is supposed to leave when I head home. This annoys me, I call myself and request the valet to pull my car around.I exit the office and take the VIP elevator down to the lobby of my building. I am happy to see my car waiting for me. I thank the valet attendant, tip him fifty bucks and begin my drive back to my apartment. On the way home I notice my mother is calling me.“Hey mom, how are you?” I speak sweetly to her. If she saw my New York attitude, she would be scolding me and trying to drag me home to Ohio saying that she did not raise me to be a rude asshole.“Velaria, how are you doing honey, we have not heard from you all week?” I smile, my mother is wonderful, and even though I live so far, and am highly successful, she still worries“I
The day finally ends, I can mentally tell everyone to fuck off. I collect all of my possessions. I walk out of my office door to request my assistant to call the valet however, I get to her desk and that bitch has already left for the day. She is supposed to leave when I head home. This annoys me, I call myself and request the valet to pull my car around.I exit the office and take the VIP elevator down to the lobby of my building. I am happy to see my car waiting for me. I thank the valet attendant, tip him fifty bucks and begin my drive back to my apartment. On the way home I notice my mother is calling me.“Hey mom, how are you?” I speak sweetly to her. If she saw my New York attitude, she would be scolding me and trying to drag me home to Ohio saying that she did not raise me to be a rude asshole.“Velaria, how are you doing honey, we have not heard from you all week?” I smile, my mother is wonderful, and even though I live so far, and am highly successful, she still worries“I
Some time later, I am done with my bath. I smell like my favorite scent of honey and Shae butter. I dress in St. Laurent mini dress that is sleeveless and has deep dip in the front. Showing my breasts nicely. I hope I can find a good dick to sink into. I hear my intercom buzz, and my doorman tells me Tiffany is waiting for me. Show time! I think to myself as I head down to the lobby. We see each other for the first time in months and we squeal like annoying little girls as we embrace. “Damn bitch! You look fucking hot; damn I want to fuck you!” she jokes. I smack her arm lightly and give her a small kiss. We have never crossed that line. I know she is bi, and I am not against experimenting. I think it would make the relationship awkward if it went wrong so, I think tonight I will just fuck other people than her. We walk to the club and as we enter, I feel some heightened sixth sense, like I am being watched. I try to shake off the feeling yet, it does not leave me. I hear words