Captain Dorin's IntentDORINDorin knew but would not be the one to report it to the king.Giving a brief nod at the king’s commands he backed from the Receiving Room and strode smoothly across the bailey. Sweat still touched his hairline from his illness the night passed. A sweet maid named Marie had helped soothe his ills but he could still feel his pallor lingering today. A bite in the wind helped add life to his cheeks, as did the thought of finally killing Zierno.The boy had never been anything but trouble. He’d charmed the king young and proceeded to climb into his favor every day after that.Dorin had hungered for the throne his whole life. He’d made a pretty name for himself amongst the kingdoms as a respected commander, an ingenious warlord.Despite his illness he intended to take the throne before his illness gripped him fully. For years he’d struggled against the rasping cough and growing fatigue but today there was a spring in his step and a greedy glitter to his eye.Wit
Physical GreedShe pulled him mechanically toward her, flexing him into her throat until she finally had to gasp for air. She suctioned off him with a pop, heaving for air and looking at him with watering eyes.“Holy Hell, Woman.” He shook his head in wonder. “You are certainly set for the crazy house.”“Shut up and fuck me.” She laid flat and guided him down her body. Stroking him down the crease between her rising breasts and down the plane of her belly.He slid his knees back to keep up with her.She guided him down along her belly button and through the small nest of gold hair and to her slit. Roughly rubbing him along her so he popped up under her hood before sliding back down toward her tail.Then forward again.He fell over her in a half pushup.She lifted her hips to meet him. Hooking her feet along his backside as she rose up to leverage her body over him. Sinking him into her brutally.He gasped at the sudden feel of her heat. Sucking him into her until his base rested again
King Eben frowned and stopped, the guards around him stopping as well to watch Zier approach.Zierno was oblivious to them. His cloak wrapped around the small shape he carried. He was focused on his task.Eben’s sharp eye caught droplets of blood falling down Zierno’s pant leg from who he carried.Where was his Kelpie head? Glowering he watched Zierno until he finally looked up and saw them.Zierno stopped abruptly meeting the king’s unwavering look. His eyes darkened with guilt.Eben stood with a question on his lips. Opening his mouth to speak he was shocked into silence when the creature in Zierno’s arms lifted her head to look at him.Eben stared mesmerized at the petite woman in Zierno’s arms. Fascinatingly huge brown eyes watched him, expressionless. Her face was small and oval dominated by the wide eyes and a full lush mouth. Her small nose was perfectly formed and delicately upturned. High cheekbones drew down to that mouth, causing a an aggressive stirring inside Eben. As she
Ardae MythMiernephen was once a powerful Spriggan ministering to the needs of Feglen Forest. A creature of beauty and magic. Favored by the Green King.She tended all the living things around her. Bringing each tree to fruition at its designated time. Every flower to bloom. Every leaf to the perfect state of unfurling. Like artwork painted with the magic of her soul.Welcoming into her arms, each tiny creature which wished to greet her.Believing herself invulnerable to threat, she was oblivious to the plans of the Water Spriggan. Devious wretches jealous of her power, they hungered to harness her magic and lusted to possess her joyful innocence under their control.They crept from their watery home to peer around trees at her. Their dark, shining eyes taking in the sight of her in her wispy leaf gowns. Watching the roundness of her delicious hips as she moved. Seeing the light slanting across bits of flesh visible along her small stomach. Her long shimmering hair moving about her sh
Their TormentThe reaction of the Seringue shackle was immediate. Coursing with magic generated by that single word. Sending vibrations through her body which she had never experienced before.Miernephen’s back bowed violently, and her legs moved further open in involuntary offering. She’d lost control of her flesh which now yearned desperately for something she didn’t understand.The Water Prince released her enough to lift his torso off her. He caught the top of her leaf gown and wrenched it down. The vines over her shoulders stretched before snapping and letting the dress be pushed down to her hips. Revealing her jutting breasts tipped in shimmering gold nipples. Matching the bit of gold which flecked along her stomach and around the arching rise of her hips.The Water Prince’s dark eyes roved over her hungrily. He licked his lips and roughly palmed a large breast, rolling it against her as he felt it.She shook her head, willing them to cease. But her body had her knees lifting to
A Starved BoyTwo Miles AwayThe boy was desperate for food. Hunger made his stomach clench violently. His reaction to the pain was rage. He’d do whatever it took to find food. So frail his ribs protruded, he looked through the furtive eyes of an animal, scanning shadows for movement. He’d already crept past most of the guards.Too lazy to notice a shadow as skinny as mine. He thought.Busy talking, they’d failed to notice the thin shadow slithering beneath their chairs. Quick as a rodent, he’d leapt to his feet and fled to the darkest parts of the rooms in the NetherHall Castle.Moving sideways along the cold stone wall, he avoided the light emanating from the fireplace. When close enough to see the food still on the table, his stomach betrayed him. Emitting a drawn-out gurgle. He drew a quick breath, putting his hand to it, as he willed it into silence. A quick glance back at the set of guards near the door, as well as those next to the fire, revealed only he had heard it.What’d se
The PackSix other boys were crouched behind that booth. Desperately eating the meat. Much older than Eben, they were dirty and had cuts. Some were large and some looked like they could be brothers. But all of them wore torn clothes and had matted hair.Looking more like feral dogs than children.And, in Eben’s mind, likely equally as feral. He gazed at them warily.They were just the manner of peasants his father had taught him to avoid.Eben was suddenly very scared they would hurt him. Backing away he turned to go back to the castle, but saw clouds had blocked the moon enough everything was hazy shadows. Eben wasn’t sure he knew how to get back.Little heart racing, he started to move but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Eben?”He could barely make out Zierno’s face in the dark.“You followed me?” Zierno looked at the little boy blinking up at him. “You’re very brave but you could’ve gotten hurt. I was coming back, you know?”“No, you weren’t! You broke your word!” The smaller
A Prisoner“Don’t worry.” Zierno gestured to the three standing in-front of him, swords drawn. “We have my bodyguards.” He said derisively.Edward blinked hard giving a pleading look. Opening his mouth to speak he was silenced by the arrival of the most massive man they’d ever seen.What the Hell is that?Sputtering Edward finally found his voice. “Z-Zier! Where the Hell did they find a barbarian?”Zierno gave an irritated gesture. How would I know?The lumbering man hopped off his horse with surprising agility.A bad sign. Zierno saw his three comrades eying the giant warily. Their feet moving restlessly.Sirus strode next to the leader and spoke loud enough for their ears. “Do you want me to kill them all or just the three?”Standing next to Demitri mounted on his horse, Sirus’ head was level with Demitri’s shoulder.“The three.”“No.” Zierno declared pushing through the others to stand in-front. “You don’t need to fight them. You need only go through me to get to the noble.” He ges