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Haunting My Nightmares
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“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
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I reached the edge of the cleansing pond and his hard grip caught me around the ribs and wrenched me from the safety of the water. No! Put me back. And in a flash, I was on the ground, in the dirt on my back. His hands were everywhere. Caressing over me expertly. That nearly reverent touch smoothing along my legs as if they were his favorite part. He dropped his mouth over mine in an all-consuming kiss. His tongue invading my mouth in the same way I knew his cock would soon be invading my body. No! I’ve just healed. Just banished your abhorrent touch. Let me go! But despite all the screaming of my mind, my body was a wanton. My hands caressed over him. Pushing at his shirt to bare his browned flesh and trying to pull him down over me. How did anyone ever believe he’s that old Magistrate? Nothing about his stature, movements or build indicated old. But I reminded myself that what I was seeing now wasn’t what passerbyers saw on the road. They see something else. I glimpse the re
WitchFall A Tiny Escape
I found myself standing in Mathis’ Wash Room. My body projected in spirit form. Knowing I couldn’t touch anything or strike him. But somehow he could see me. Had known I was there. How can he see me? “Now, the question is, how did you get here?” He asked thoughtfully. His hands lifting from the water to catch the sides of the tub as he leaned forward to assess me. “I didn’t bring you here.” He tilted his head to eye me. “And I didn’t invite you. So...How’d you get to me?” Feeling very afraid and assessing the intrigued look on his face I gathered my courage. Sensing that I needed to take advantage of this tiny moment of his confusion to react powerfully. So I said the only thing that came to mind. “Let it be a lesson to you.” I hissed. “I can reach you when you least expect it!” *** His hand shot out of the tub, and he stretched to reach me. Can he even touch me? I took a step back and hunkered as I tried to figure out how to get out of this room. Where I’m cornered. I sc
WitchFall Haunting the Broken
As my body began to relax, I felt movement low in my pelvis near my left hip. I put a hand over it and felt a small lump which seemed to be jerking. No. I lifted my nightdress to examine the area in the slivers of morning light creeping in through the shutters. I saw the tiny dark egg and wisping black veins emerging from it that I’d seen on so many of those women dangling in the WitchFall dungeons. Mathis’ seed. The thought sickened me. Making my whole world seem darker as I realized I was already infected with his evil. I dropped the back of my wrist against my forehead in frustration. Feeling so hopeless that I felt the heat of a tear trailing my cheek. And another soon after that. It wasn’t long before I released the tidal wave and let them pour from my eyes. Finally in a safe sanctuary I was able to grieve who and what I’d lost. Who I was before Mathis began his tormenting. So many names rolled through my mind. Mathis, Bethanie, Veline, Udora…And countless others whose name
WitchFall A Destroyed Girl
Both were in the throes of passion. The woman was riding the man forcefully. Jamming herself down on him so roughly that he grunted at each angry dropping of her weight over him. “Harder!” He growled. Commanding her. Mathis’ voice. “I can’t.” The girl whimpered pitifully. Her brown hair thrown back and waving down her back as her head was tipped back. Contorted in pain. “You came to me!” Mathis growled. “Now finish what you’ve began, Witch. Harder!” And he caught her hips and dragged her down and forward over him. Making their bodies smack together brutally and the bed rock beneath them. Creaking in objection. “Ah. Ah.” She said raggedly in pain each time he slammed her down. Clearly pushing himself too deeply in her. Her frame was small. Seeming too little to accept a man so forcefully. But something about her shape was familiar. “Please, stop. You’re hurting me.” “Then hurt yourself.” He laughed. Moving his hands from her hips purposefully and then crossing them under the p
WitchFall Caged
I could feel his breath on me as he’d somehow, impossibly, moved even closer to my side. Blocking off the edge of the door that would’ve opened if I could’ve pulled it. Now he’s leaned against it. “They,” He cupped the rounded mound on my pelvis toward my hip. Cradling it almost violently. “do all the work for me. Bring you straight to me…” “I’m not here for you.” I said resignedly. “I’m here for them.” I nodded over his shoulder toward where I could see the outline of Bethanie’s body. Now silent on the bed as if she’d passed out from the exhaustion and pain. It is mostly true. But my words sounded weak even to my own ears. I don’t even know how I got here. Or why he’s all I can think about. Right alongside the lust growing in me was the hatred. I was resenting him more and more. And disgusted by the power he had over me. “Are you?” He glanced over his shoulder and back at me. Beaming so broadly that his white teeth gleamed in the darkness. “And what are you willing to do for t
WitchFall Washed
“At your summoning you mean.” I said bitterly. “I am not forcing you.” “Not physically.” “Ah, now, Saria. Let’s not pretend you’re not already moist.” He reached down and touched the crux of my thighs over the fabric of my dress. Making me jump. My eyes rounded as I realized I was already soaking the fabric. He’s right. I didn’t even know it! I swallowed disgust at my own reaction. “Now take off your dress before I rip it off you.” I glared at him impudently but when he took a threatening step forward, I jumped from my gown. Stretching my arms over myself to cover my body. His gaze thinned on me. “What did I tell you about that?” *** “About what?” I knew very well what he was talking about. But I was stalling. I didn’t want to get in his wash bin and have him watch me scrub myself. “Shame.” “I don’t recall.” “You very much do.” His tone hardened. “Don’t play games with me.” He wrenched my arms away from covering me. Then he twisted and lifted me. Tossing me into the gia
WitchFall The Trapped Man
“You think I’ve another man?” I didn’t want him. Much less any other after all the torment I’d experienced at his hands. “Who knows what you do when you’re not with me?” “Do you worry about it?” I was stunned at this hint of vulnerability. A strange note that may’ve been jealousy seeped into his voice. “I don’t wish to think on it.” “It disturbs you?” “Because you’re mine.” He said matter-of-factly. “It won’t matter. Soon enough your skin will be marred with my seed, and you’ll no longer be as fair as you are now. No longer be so desirable to the village lads. And I’ve plans for you one day. When you submit to me wholly.” “And if I don’t?” “You will.” “But if I didn’t?” “Then I’d likely pursue you forever. You, one woman, could probably charge me all I’d need with your power and the force of your will...If you were capable of that.” He ended quickly as if he’d given away too much. He dropped to his knees behind me and pushed one of mine forward so he could access my most in
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