To Hell and Back Again

She shielded herself behind a thick oak tree. Her black hair pulled back into a loose braid draped over her shoulder. A light blue cotton dress fell to her ankles and hugged her hips. Her dark eyes drifted up to the white balcony of the Manor with eager impatience. The breeze rustled the summer leaves above her and carried her scent away from the direction of the Manor. She was grateful that Nature had been benefiting her this night. However, she still took the precautionary measures and laced herself with oils and herbs to help blend herself into the environment that surrounded her. Light from the balcony doors swiveled and swayed while shadows danced across space. Voices sounded from within, mumbled through the windowpane as a barrier. The door suddenly opened, and she tucked herself behind the trunk while she dared herself to peek around it carefully. Heavy footsteps across the marble tiles as a man approached the ledge. Her eyes shined at his glorious f

Moans echoed off the dark walls. Skin on skin meshed together in a pile behind thin drapes. Gasps. Giggles. Shivers. Breasts and cocks. Pussy and asses. All free game to those that chose to play. For some it was a dream come true, but for others it was an every day occurence. He leaned up against the wall, arms folded across his bare, tattooed chest as he quietly surveyed the festivites before him. The musk of cum and sweat mingled and stung a bit in his nose, but it was not new to him. A few of the women detached themselves from the mess and crawled over to him. He gazed down at each one. A woman with skin as dark as ebony and glossy blue eyes. Hair dark as midnight and perfectly curled. The next woman with pale skin as the moon on its brightest night, and sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. The last woman with sun-kissed skin, chocolate eyes and almond colored hair. They tugged on his leather pants, whimpering like puppies that craved for attention. He smirked down at

Black smoke rose from the inner circle. The stench of death and decay filled her lungs. Candles surrounded her in their dim, yellowish glow. Small bones laid scattered around her. Rats. Birds. Rabbits. Any available creature she could get her hands on. Books lay open, each with a different unique spell written on the aged parchment. Wind whistled and rocked against the weak wooden structure of the hut she made, as there were no other places to safely experiment. She ignored the cold that kissed her toes. Frostbite threatened her fingertips, but she didn't dare quit. She felt so close to her solution. So much closer to help him. And yet... As the smoke cleared away, her eyes dead set on the corpse of a crow she had slaughtered. Nothing. Not a twitch of the wing. Not a flinch of a talon. Nothing. She ran her blood covered hands over her face slowly. Magic had drained her little by little, but she didn't dare give up. Not yet, when she felt so close to achieving the achievable. She tu

He ran his tongue over his lips, his pupils slowly shrunk back to their original size. He had tasted Humans before, but her, there was something more about her taste that stood out against the rest. Zalakai shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall as he inhaled deeply.Delectable.The single word crossed his mind quickly, and his leather pants felt tight around his crotch. He ran his hand over his growing length. Even for a short and quick taste, his body had a strong reaction to it. His cock throbbed against the leather and a soft pant left his lips. A sharp pain flashed in his temples, but he pushed it aside. He needed to calm down. Needed to assess the situation further before he jumped to conclusions.As predicted, it didn't take long for the red-head to escape her restraints and attempt to flee the confines of the room. He waited, his arms folded across his chest, while he leaned up against the wall on the other end of the corridor where an intersection caus

She practiced. Day and night. Most days go by without a single ounce of food. Yet, she continued as if death couldn't touch her. She was aware of the stares, though. The narrowed, judgemental gazes of her fellow brothers and sisters. There were murmurs among them. Tainted words that lingered in the back of her mind. They would echo. Bounce from one side of her mind to the other. On those days, she would disappear to her makeshift shack in the forest. Her haven. The scent of damp grass filled the small space. The early morning rain finally ceased and the grey clouds gave way to the first rays of morning light. However, the forest was silent. Eerily so. No birds sang their morning tunes. No rustle under the brush from rabbits, or the scurry of squirrels up trees. The forest was still. Karmina took a dagger and rested the tip of the blade into the small flame of a candle. She watched as the heat warmed the steel little by little until the edge gave off an orange hue. She pressed the b