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The Taming Dark Rewards
Libby strode to Radix, the Demon Master, beaming with pride at what she’d discovered.He sat on a wooden chair and patted his bony thigh beneath the gray cloaks. Libby approached nearly skipping and took a seat where he’d indicated. Resting on his lap.He pressed a hand to the side of her head. Filling her with his darkness and evil.When she looked over her shoulder at him, he was no longer withered and gray. Instead, he was dark and beautiful. His skin seeming almost ebony and his eyes just as dark, but the irises were laced in fire which seemed to be burning in those bleak eyes.She moaned and fell backward against his other arm. Breathing raggedly. Small breasts heaving under the brown aproned dress she wore. Her mousy brown hair fell over his lean arm, and she was writhing lustfully against his body as she took in the power, he offered her. A moan escaped her, and she shifted to rub her pale thighs together against the ache forming in her. A response to the deep sense of powerful
The Taming Suffering
Libby, the pitiful housemaid, was forced forward and back. Her body pinched against the stone as Radix clutched the metal handles to use as leverage to press downward into her. Straining her body as he sought his own moments of ecstasy.Her teeth grew into spikes and her pale skin became blotchy along her breasts bobbing near her chin and down her stomach where he was probing her within.Her skin began to sweat orange liquid and when her eyes popped open, they were completely onyx.A few wild thuds into her later, and they laced in orange.He spilled, hot demon seed into her. Stroking deeply and burrowing back in to sink his fluid deep into her. He tipped back his head and roared with his extended climax. Drawing it out so he could feel her completely with his fluids.Poisoning her with his black energy.But she was a foolish little creature. Only happy that she’d completed her task and brought him a moment of entertainment.She laughed joyously. Crying out in pants as she breathed be
The Taming A Spirit Runner
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier CountryElsabet struggled to move, but she could eventually, sit.An hour later she stood.Another hour, and she paced.I can feel you up there moving around. Bast’s book lowered to his lap as his eyes narrowed on the ceiling above him.She was using magic to touch the pulsing gold flow along the walls. Now and again, glimpsing the lines crisscrossing. Resulting in flakes fragmenting and plummeting to the chamber floor.Testing my barriers.She used her energy to cloak herself. Tossing it against the window slits, checking their strength.Not that way either. He smirked. Keep trying Harpie.She did. Finding them all impenetrable.Walking the room, she sent her magic lifting tapestries and moving coverings. Inspecting every corner.He felt every brush against his magic, blocking all those directions.Not any of those. So, where to now? He waited.Finding no break in the wall, no hidden doors, and no weaknesses in the magic, she turned toward the only o
The Taming Take My Hand
Once outside, Elsabet flexed her wings but couldn’t extend them. They felt tied to her body.Relying on her feet, she shook her head like a wild thing, as she struggled to become the valkyrie.To no avail.Snarling in frustration, she glanced at the gray sky above her, heavy with clouds. She set toward the trees bordering the meadow.Thunder cracked, and lightening shredded the sky. Sunlight unable to find her as she fled the castle made of water.She moved through descending darkness. White tunic mingling with shining blonde tresses to make her a beacon in the descending blackness.Her boots left distinct tracks. Signifying her direction. Her step grew deeper in the dirt as she stalked in frustration, unable to take to the air.Rain dumped, but her clothes never dampened. Slipping off her like oil. Only absorbing in her hair. Causing strands to cling to the curve of her back.Sebastian watched her somewhere between admiration and aggravation. Another woman would’ve admitted exhaustio
The Taming A Rare Breed
They met in the darkness of the storm.Sebastian could easily imagine how they’d look to someone watching.The valkyrie in the shape of a beautiful white woman standing her ground. Still as a statue and contrasting with the bat wings which seemed black in the faded light. Her tunic nearly glowing in the bleak darkness. Vivid blue eyes now red with the blood filling them.Her enemy was equally as motionless on the back of the white beast, dusky black cape billowing over the mount’s rear and the dogs a single silken mass twining around its legs.Strange toothy black beasts whose fur looked dense and rough. More like tree bark then hair. The most fearsome dogs she’d ever laid eyes on.Demon Dogs.Neither of them broke contact nor made a move.I suppose we’re two foes facing down in the storm. At least in her mind.For now, both of us are willing to see whose will shatters first.It won’t be mine... Sebastian was fighting the twitching of his lips again. Watching her so brave and bold was
The Taming No Insulting the Shameless
She gaped at the horse.No one has seen anything like him. Sebastian thought proudly. Understanding her fascination.Her brows drew together as she felt his breath in her hair. His arms tightened around her reflexively as she trembled.“Cold?” He questioned.She shook her head vehemently.“Liar.” He brushed the back of his hand down the back of her upper arm. Feeling the bumps rising there.Hissing, she tossed a withering look over her shoulder.At first, he was taken aback to see her crimson eyes so close, he gathered his composure and wiped his expression.It’s blood filling them in her rage.She was considering killing my horse. He reminded himself.“Can you not but once, tell me the truth, Little Harpie?” His tone was flat as he realized she’d likely been considering attacking Sivikon. “You should know I may kill you if you harm him. He’s my oldest friend.”She cracked her neck in an action that caused other creatures to give her space. “I’m surprised you have any at all.”“Touché
The Taming No Outrunning Me
Elsabet’s eyes were huge. Aghast at his comment. Her jaw tightened but she said nothing.Oh, please. He thought. Accuse me of bluffing… He hoped.Because I’m not. And he’d be willing to prove that she was in the early stages of arousal already. Despite her hatred of men, her body was reacting to her nearness.“How about this then, My Girl. I’ll have you bound in that chamber and make damn certain it’s my hand that feeds you, you’re every meal. And my hands that tend your needs. Until your duly tamed.” His words a soft vow, he took a step toward her.And that’s no bluff.She backed up to keep the distance he was trying to close.But he descended on her just the same. Backing her against the castle wall.Where to now, Lovely? He watched her face. Waiting for her to react. His arms at his side and his head cocking with interest as though she were some fascinating new species.In truth, she is. I’ve never heard of her kind afore.He watched her gaze flick across the ground, to the horse a
The Taming Evisceration
In Elsabet’s mad flight down the corridor, trying to get away from Sebastian in the courtyard, she spotted a suit of armor. It was under a skylight displayed on her right.Chavias’ old armor. Sebastian caught her eyeballing it from the other end of the hall. He recalled displaying it to honor Chavias’ many victories in battle against the demon force.Elsabet sidestepped over to it, making her decision.What in Ardae is she going to do with that?There was zero chance of the massive armor fitting her. But it made sense as he saw her unbuckling the dagger and sword sheaths.She slipped them over her shoulders and cinched the dagger around her waist. Eased by the familiar feel of a blade at her back.Sebastian rounded the corner as she put them in place, chuckling. HeComforted by tiny blades. It was amusing.If she only knew I could bite right through them in my Primary shape.He reached for her, but she took a long step, sliding from his reach. His laughter intensified. “You think now
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