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The Taming A Dark Future
“I’m sensing her.”Feeling her walking around and stewing in her fury. Sebastian was partially linked to her nearly constantly to monitor what she did, where she went and that she wasn’t trying to escape.“There a difference?” Mardichi queried, looking bored.“I’m only seeing her in my mind.”Not watching her.“And keepin’ track of ever’thing she does.” Mardichi shifted in the seat. “Gad, blessedly women canna do tha’ ta us. That’d be dreadful. They’d know wha’ foul creatures we are in truth.” His burr thickened as he grumbled.Bast had always noticed that it varied with Mardichi’s mood and how relaxed he was. And who he’s around.“You are.” Bast corrected.I have some honor.Earning him a black look from Mardichi. Bast added. “Do you truly think they don’t already know?”“Nay. They’re smart creatures.” Mardichi grudgingly admitted. Speaking awhile longer before growing certain Bast paid him no heed. Leading him to mutter about the deviled troubles with women as he rose and eventually
The Taming Hatred for Men
The next evening dragged on. A breeze coasted through Elsabet’s room. Rejuvenating the gold flakes pouring horizontally across the walls.Too weak to do much, she turned her head to trace their movements. Even that small action made her groan, putting a hand to her forehead. Blinking heavily, she fought off unconsciousness. Levelling her gaze on Lord Bodane who appeared in the doorway. Wearing a teal tunic, the same color as the penetrating gaze searing through her.“What do you want now?” Head heavy, she slumped further into the pillows. Eyeing him passively.It’s the first time she’s looked at me without distaste twisting her face.She’s too tired. She won’t last long if she doesn’t eat.Seeing how deathly pale she was, he suffered a pang of remorse. She was surrounded by dead curling feathers. Molting.He’d thought being a creature rather than a mortal she’d have more endurance, but he was finding her surprisingly fragile.Chavias said food was important. But I didn’t realize…He’d
The Taming My Dominion
He left her chamber sighing. Heading down the long corridor to the chamber at the end. Once inside he went to the balcony and stepped outside. Knowing the balconies only wrapped this corner of the castle. Safe from the wind and rushing waters.He stood shirtless, feeling the occasional spray from around the corner carried in on the breeze. Despite his bare chest, he hardly perceived the cold. His breeches were molded tight to his skin against the wind as he surveyed the bailey. My dominion.To the untrained eye it may have looked empty, but Sebastian heard and saw everything. He heard his friend Dimitrius, the fey bridge guard, in the tower greasing gears and moving the handle. Ensuring everything worked smoothly.He caught the sounds of the man’s son Mandrake, the stable boy, playing in the straw with a puppy which yipped excitedly. Making the boy laugh.He heard the two cooks in the kitchens below adding logs to the fire for dinner.A door closed down the hall and he knew one of the
The Taming Broken Trust
She lifted her head, surprised he saw through her so clearly. “I don’t trust you, nor any man for that matter. And I certainly would be a fool to trust your intentions.”“Not nearly, actually.” He dismissed. “I prefer my women fully engaged. Not sleeping the rest of the dead.”“I’m not dead.”Yet.“Could’ve fooled me.” He shifted to the floor. The bowl in his hand as he proffered her some cheese. When she made no move, he urged. “How could you fend me off if you’re too weak to rise?”Staring at him a long while she hesitantly reached for the sustenance. Her body trembled, and her hand fell. She’s too weak for even that.He’d thought perhaps inciting her to sustain herself might inspire some strength. She’s more wan than I thought.“Huh.” He grinned. “If I feed you, will you take my fingers?”“Most likely.” She murmured.Reassuring… He frowned at her. Eyeing her as he debated the options. Deciding to risk it he moved to the edge of the bed and fed her chunks of cheese from the metal c
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
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