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Chapter 44- Camellana and Kain
Kain approached the familiar village's gate and was welcomed by a smiling old woman, whom he assumed to be a high priestess and who looked like the goddess of wisdom with her raven curls and pearly white skin. Kain noticed that she wasn't just a mere faerie. She was also an alchemist. A powerful one. Camella puffed with pride to the new hunter of their village, "Welcome newcomer." "Who are you, young sir?" She asked and watched as he took his prize: meat for everyone for the rest of the week, which this new young hunter provided without complaint. Faith indeed intervened in their famine.
"My name is Kain of the North, milady."
"Welcome Kain of the North!" The crowd cheered again as the elder men helped him with the meat, and some offered their admiration fo
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"That's why I was welcome because I brought meat?" Kain asked. "Yes, Kain of the North." "And therein lies your flaw, Camellana," whispered Kain. Camellana sat gloriously in her chair, and Kain was already washed up from the hunt. He stood intimately by her ear. "I know who you really are, Camellana, and even with the massive stone walls you try to achieve to cover the spell, your people need a proper leader, and by that I mean not you. What would happen if they found out that you were Lord Bernie's missing wife? And not just an ordinary healer?" "Smart lad… I like you, Kain." Camella said as she posed motionless so a craftsman could carve a detailed likeness of her face into a clay tablet with Kain while another sculpted his figure. They were celebrating his killing of the two enormous lions by crafting images of him as "hunter of the animals" and savior of her people. Kain's powerful likeness stood mightily in the center of her manor, hands stretched out to grip the throat of a l
The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire Chapter 46- Countess Matilda
Dry Village, Countess Matilda Manor.The beautiful Countess gasped and huddled her feverish palm to the frigid, rippled goblet as she sighed in displeasure. "Such a waste." She murmured.Outside, the dreary sky and rigid plateau melted into a freezing, brisk abode of the damned. As dark a midday as there ever could be. Wharf cottages squeaked and groaned in the distance around her fortress, her castle.Every unoccupied cabin leaned into the wind and hurled like stuck wreckage.Taking her eye away from the windows, she pushed her back to her husband's hips and wedged his stone-cold, solid manhood deeper inside her. She grunted and trembled. Unsatisfied. Being an ancient vampire made her succumb to her dark side. She no longer has the heart and warmth to feel human."My sweet wife is satisfied and happy?" She heard a whisper in the air as the stone-cold statue looked at her in delight. "No," She slipped off his frigid shaft, and rustled down her silky scarlet robe, but would not turn to f
The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire Chapter 47- Countess Matilda and Norman
The countess recited with a smirking dimple to her ruddy cheek that misled she was well conscious of the spell she cast. "So what do you desire of me, Norman?""My boss believes my painting of you may be of interest to our art enthusiasts in the North, madam.""Ah, Knight Ambrose? I cannot fathom why he should be interested in me; I am, after all, just an ordinary far. Did he send you to spy on me? You won't get anything from me other than a boring mint tea, those rumours were really ridiculous. I am just a maiden waiting for her knight in shining armour. I have led a simple life, albeit for a very long time. What do you need to know?"Norman nodded in agreement; this maiden seemed to be hopeless and naive, a damsel in distress indeed. He swallowed a lamp and smiled. A glamorous and desirable damsel, he thought. But he has a job, and he might as well kill two birds with one stone. He rummaged out his wax tablet; a piece of parchment paper waxed and tied together into a bundle, forming
The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire Chapter 48- Matilda's passion
"Do you know, young man," Matilda mumbled to her statues. "I stopped socialising when I was fifteen years old. I am as much a statue as these promising specimens, do you not think? A lovely art of frigid stone."Norman gazed at her, saying, "Madam, you are very much alive. We can only make a replica of life with my art. Please continue completely still." He let a frown cross her cheek before emptying his brush, carefully measuring it, and letting his hands do the rest. "I am a talented artist, madam, and I will do you justice. My talent is as a weaver, with concepts as my thread, for they need such careful stitching to reach the right levels of healthiness. So I will make the very best clothing I can for you, blankets and warm hats, gloves, and a shawl. I hope you learn how to make them too, that you become masters of greater heights than I, for then I can rest easy with our craft in safe hands." As poetically as he could, he added. Glancing at the beauty of
The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire Chapter 49- Matilda's Desire
There was no differentiation between the Countess' elegant complicity and the slumped, unfortunate undressing of his typical rented courtesans. She swivelled to the floor with a sluggish contemplation and veered around to face him, then gazed at his expressions as she stripped off her shoes and stockings. Then, finally, her underclothes.She stood before him, as sweet as her statues. Her nipples jammed under his eye, blushing as he took in the curly pink folds of her mound, as hairless as a beauty. She caressed fingertips over her delightful clit as if it were something skittish. "A hopeless side-effect of the procedures," she mumbled, smiling as if to a surprised child."Amazing pose, madam." Norman suppressed the desire to plummet to his knees. In worship this goddess and take her pink folds into his mouth. Her desire to seduce him was the most seductive thing about her. Her soft voice had the lilt he knew so well; her words were smooth with t
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The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire Chapter 51- Pearl's and the three
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