The House of Mortem; North of the RealmCassian's POV"Surround the Alpha, ladies. " The mature brunette instructed, reclining on the chair I left vacant. "Let's show the Alpha what straw we're made of.''Kazamir had told me what pleasure the whores of Vagamor could bestow upon a man. I'd had a wild share of cunts sliding down my cock, with asses bouncing up and down my thighs. But since the day I got to Vagamor, my cock had sang a new solo. They had over the top fucking skills equipped for their kind of trade. With every new act they perfected, I wanted more of them. Every night came with a new lesson I'd take with me to my grave in peace.The ladies climbed into the bed, snaking their lean fingers all over my body, and hurling me out of my clothes in the most sensual manner. Nervous chills riveted me to the spot. Without throwing caution to the wind, I sacrificed my entirety to the naked whores that in a matter of minutes, I lay naked as they were."Tiana," the brunette called, "you
The House of Mortem; North of the RealmCassian's POV"Now, whores." The brunette clicked her fingers. "Give that cock the best treatment worthy of an Alpha."The giggling whores climbed into the bed with oil in their hands, massaging every naked skin they could lay their hands upon. My stomach twisted, flattening my ability to breath. I sank deeper into the bed, stretched out like a flying squirrel.The whores who sucked my cock fell into a moanful knot of kisses, stroking each other's folds. They pressed their bodies against each other, deepening the kiss, and the penetration of their fingers."Lie." Cecilia whispered to the dark-skinned whore. She did as heard, weting her dry lips. She lay on her back, bending her knees inward. hearted sideways, revealing a shaved cunt glistening from the brief foreplay.Cecilia buried her face between her dark glimmering thighs, lapping at her erect clit. The dark whore panted, swaying her legs to contain the bubbles of pleasures popping her up. S
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"I shall kill Kazamir for defiling his own daughter!" I fumed, slamming the cup of wine in my grasp against the rectangular oak in my chambers, sloshing the content. "He must die by my hands!"I couldn't bear to look the princess in the eye. There was much sorry in her eyes too great for her shoulders to bear. Being the daughter of a powerful Alpha, one would have resigned to the conclusion that she was the most favored of all the realms. But little did they know that beneath her glistening pale skin was a heart longing for freedom.That night at the Black Forest, she had been running away from something, as though a predator was on her tail. Now, it occured to me that I did her a favour by bringing her to the castle with me- well, by capturing her against her will, if I must be clear.From the few encounters we've had, it was glaring she was reluctant to return. For a boisterous lady like her, I expected her to have attempted an es
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVWe bounded down the stairs into the courtyard, my thoughts spiralling into a tornado. Any man of Mortem with his sanity in him would never step his feet into my house on his own accord. Except apprehended by a bounty hunter and sold to a slave master, he was only seeking death."What does he want here? I whispered to Conrad. "Is he in his right senses?""That, I'm not sure of.""Could he be a spy from Kazamir?""That's what we're about to find out."The guards pushed the mighty double doors apart for as, as we cornered the castle keep to the left, heading for the cave that led to the tomb of the past Alphas of Vagamor. Deep into the tomb, the dungeon was carved out of a mountain. With little ventilation, and no sunlight, it was hell on earth. At the mouth of the cave, two burning torches hung on a metal rack on either side of the stone walls. The two guards before us nodded at the rugged keepers of the dungeon, Octavius and Lucius,
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVA week has passed since I saw Orvyn. If anything to go by, our last encounter- the foreplay at the pool- drifted us apart. Everyday, the gulf between us seemed to yawn wider and wider. He would not come to see me as his manner was, and because I'm still his prisoned guest, as he fondly described me, my movement around the keep was restricted.I wake up each day longing to smell the scent of his body; to pass my fingers over the sturdy outline of his frame, and rest my head on his baked chest.One night, I dreamt Orvyn and I sat in a valley of lilies, with twin cubs between us. The boys had the face of Orvyn, but had my eyes and hair colour. There was no father, no war, and no hell barking down on us. The scenery was sunny and perfect, until I woke up wishing it was real.If wishes were horses.But on the flip side, Emilia has been the closest companion I'd had in these couple of weeks. If she wasn't there, I'd have lost my sanity to
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POV"I don't mean to interrupt. I came to ask the princess few questions." He said, dropping one of his hands to his side.His sun burn skin captured the subtle glow of the rising sun, accentuating the roundness of his biceps. With his long black hair neatly packed behind his head, the intricate angles of his diamond-shaped face caught my attention. His busy brows shaped above lashes too long to belong to a man betrayed the rigidity of his manly hollow cheeks and high cheekbones.A recalcitrant strand of hair fell over the anterior angle of his forehead, overlapping his left eye. Damn! This man is beautiful. A band tightened in my chest, my lungs constricting into tight knots of longing and emptiness. Alpha Orvyn was stealing the air I breathe, and I hated the way he made me feel vulnerable and stupid.Not to appear less of myself, I ran my fingers hastily over my hair, and tucked few strands behind my ear. Fuck! I'm still in my nightgo
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVSpying on my father's spy? I've never heard anything more absurd and unrealistic my entire life. Keeping the spy incarcerated in the dungeon, or outrightly killing him would save Orvyn the sweat of tending a venomous snake under his arm. This decision was so wrong in every sense, and I would have none of it."How do you plan on doing this?" I folded my across my chest. "My father is a vicious man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants. This spy is bad news, aren't you seeing that?" I brushed past him, and sat at the edge of the bed beside the stool that still had remnants of my breakfast on it.The aroma of the pork and brown bread swam into my nostrils invitingly, but Orvyn was driving me crazy with his crazy plan, that I failed to succumb."Look," he strode to my side, and knelt between my knees, holding my hands. "I know you must think me a fool because of the plan, but listen to what I have to say first, will you?"I rel
The House of Mortem; North of the RealmKazamir's POVI sat at the table with Drustian, gobbling up food, and drinking up wine in a frenzy. The new moon is nigh, calling unto me to pay my debt. Blood. My body craved it. I needed blood to douse my raging nerves. The witch had told me the consequences of my greed would far outweigh the power it would give me, but I was too adamant to listen.Too greedy to turn away from becoming the most powerful Alpha in the realm.Time was when I thought a werewolf was all it took to be poewrful, until I saw a were-lion take down a company of werewolves without sustaining more than a scratch that healed up like a mirage. He was frightfully invisible. Right there and then, I coveted the power, working out all schemes to be extraordinary."It's happening, Sire." Drustian reminded, looking down on me with pity.I hate pity. The more reason I fought to become powerful. By far, being feared was better than being pitied."I know," I broke off a joint from t