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It would be satisfying to kill the wretch, but Irynia had other plans. Besides, he’d already given a powerful gift, if an unwilling one. For the gallant knight who abused the desperation of a female, she would leave him a bittersweet gift in return.
His life. What few moments were left of it.
With a shove, she pushed aside his baggy bones and sagging skin. All vestiges of his youth were gone. In it’s place, she’d left a wrinkled old man.
“What h-have you done?” The knight croaked.
“Are you still here?” She glanced down at the wretch.
Pain spiked between her legs. The dragging of his cock against her dry walls left damage she would need to heal. That would come with time. Standing, she breathed deep, and stretched her arms out wide. The glare of the sun no longer burned her skin. Its steady warmth rained down, invigorating her senses and revitalizing her tattered soul. A kiss of wind fluttered past, and stopped to dance lazily across her skin, skipping down her arms, swirling around her breasts, and soothing that ache between her legs with a featherlight kiss.
Sweet sage, the sharpness of pine, and the richness of the forest loam floated on the wind. She breathed in the sweet bouquet. Songbirds tweeted their songs, flitting branch to branch as they fussed at the antics of the squirrels scampering in the boughs. This world, at once harsh and unyielding, embraced her with light, and devoured her soul.
The knight’s incredulous eyes scanned the ravages of his body, widening with the shock of his transformation. “Y-you did this?” He stared at his palms, turning them over to stare at the papery-white skin tenting the backs of his hands. He struggled to rise, but fell with the weakness of old age and the creaking of weathered joints.
“You sought to take from me,” she preened. “In return, I took from you.” As she would take from all other men.
Ahimouth had given her this power, and cursed her with an insatiable thirst for more. Even now she looked at the man, licking her lips for another taste of his essence. But to take him again would be to grant him death, and he didn’t deserve that. At least, not yet.
“Take? You vile cunt,” he cursed, and pointed. A snarl fixed on his vile face. “You’re a witch. The devil is in you.” He scurried back on trembling limbs, trying to run and flopping back to the ground. He made the sign of the cross over his chest, a useless gesture mortals believed would save them. It had done nothing to save her when she’d been chosen for Hell.
Irynia threw back her head and laughed. “The devil?”
Oh, this man knew nothing of hell. He would be lucky to meet the devil, but Satan didn’t bother himself with the affairs of men. His efforts focused on his eternal war with the heavens. And all of this? Death prowled the Gates of Hell, seeking entrance to the land of the living where he hoped to gorge himself for eternity.
He was the true monster. As was her beloved Ahimouth.
Oh, how she missed his callous caresses, and the scrape of his talons along her flesh. The screams Ahimouth pulled from her throat had been the sweetest ecstasy and most excruciating pain. Death could not pass through the Gates of Hell, but he’d held the power to force her through. He’d consigned her to walk among the world of the living, and she was stuck in this foul place until she found her path home.
“The Devil is not in me,” she said. He never had been and never would. She may have been marked to be his bride, but she would never occupy his bed. Because, she’d done the unthinkable. In falling for tormentor, she’d committed an unforgivable sin, and one which propelled her out of the Gates of Hell.
She tilted her face to the sun, and cried out with despair. Her heart ached for Ahimouth’s touch. She missed the searing heat of his breath. And his brutal punishments, once feared, she desperately craved.
The old man scurried into the forest, seeking refuge from her wild gaze, perhaps terrified she would finish what she’d started. Not that she cared to pursue. He would meet his fate in the woods, and she would leave him to it.
Bending down, she gathered his linen shirt and leather pants.
Evidently, wandering naked wasn’t allowed in this world. Slowly she dressed. His clothes hung loosely, and she made a hole in his belt to keep the pants from slipping off the slender curve of her hips. With a whistle, she called for his horse, leaping astride it and finding the forest path.
Heading down and out of the mountains, the last rays of the evening sun found her at the valley floor. There on the path, an old cripple sprawled across the road. She should pass him by and let him die. Fate closed quickly upon the old man. Or she could visit mercy upon him, and put him out of his misery now.
She paused to consider her choice.
The energy vibrating within her waned, taken from that idiot knight who thought to ravish and discard her after he’d taken his fill. His potency swirled within her and raced along her nerves, making the world come alive. The world of light shimmered before her, becoming more vibrant, perhaps even more tolerable. Sunlight danced on the light breeze and tasted of beauty. The wind caressed her skin and brought the heady aromas of rich loam and freshly cut crops to fill her senses. And the baying of the old man, became an annoyance as she approached, fracturing this one moment of peace.
Poor thing should be put out of his misery. Looking at him crawl, and that expression of torment on his face, soured her disposition and stole her joy. What did he expect her to do? Help his worthless soul? He was a man, and there was no way in Hell she would stop for him. But that caterwauling! His cries for help sullied the pristine day and had her gritting her teeth. She tried pressing her hands against her ears, but his shrieks tunneled straight into her mind.
She gripped hard on the reins of the horse, pulling the bit hard against the creature’s soft gums. It reared back, adding its screams to those of the wretched man. He reached out, crying for air, water, and her good will. Didn’t he know she had no will to give? And if she did, Ahimoth had done everything in his power to ensure there was nothing good left inside her soul. Gah! His cries only made the stallion shriek even more.
Which made her yank on the reins harder. The stallion screamed. The man shrieked. And now, her yells joined the chorus. All she wanted was for it to end! She kicked the horse’s flanks, guiding him not by the reins, but by the pressure of her thighs.
Over. Over. Just a bit more.
The horse danced into place. It would be over soon. The whites of the cripple’s eyes widened, fear replacing his brief hope. His pleas for mercy transformed with the startled realization of what she planned.
“No,” he screamed. “I beg of you no.”
The cowering wretch curled in on himself as the horses hooves came down, slicing his skin, trampling his bones, and silencing those horrible cries.
A pounding against the hard-packed ground had her glancing down the road. From out of the thick corn stalks, a man appeared at a sprint. “Father,” he cried. He took in the scene and glanced at her as she struggled to calm the raging horse. “Father!”
He was a vision of beauty. Sunlight had kissed his hair and bronzed his skin. Bare from the waist up, his torso rippled with the strength of ten men. His eyes matched the color of the sky, and dripped with tears. What would such a man taste like? She licked her lips, eager to feast upon the talents of what lie between his legs.
“What have you done,” he cried. The man dropped to his knees and cradled the mutilated body of his father in his arms. He turned to look up at her, his soul exposed and raw. “What have you done?”
Which left Irynia to ponder a question. Should she tell him the truth, or play the damsel in distress? Either way, did it really matter? She would feast upon him before the sun sank below the gentle rise of the valley walls.
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With the help of Rhianna’s old friends Abel Gunner and Elias Cain, Shadow & Flame have their chance at fame by playing a top San Francisco venue with a reunion of Abel & Elias’s chart-topping band, Metal Insanity. Just when it looks like it is all coming together, fate intercedes, sending Rhianna and Misty down a far more ominous path. With a series of murders, a killer on the loose, and Rhianna’s dreams taking a dark and sinister turn, reality starts to slip through her fingers as things spiral out of control.
Will all of Rhianna’s hard work and determination, and her chance of making it big, go up in flames? Can she, along with the help of her friends and the woman she loves, stop the nightmares from becoming reality? With so much on the line and so many unknown forces lurking in the shadows will Rhianna survive this fight?
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Elias Raven was born and raised in Los Angeles. He’s an avid reader with a lifelong passion for writing. He’s a storyteller, a poet and a talented musician with an amazing voice. Oh, and let’s not forget an amazing cook!
As a young boy he spent many summers reading classics such as “The Adventures of Sherlock Homes” and “The White Company” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. His creativity was constantly being pushed as he learned more and more about the world around him. His taste in literature spanned from classics to science fiction/fantasy. He expanded his taste into classical poetry devouring everything from William Blake to Milton, Dante, Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, T.S. Elliot, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Khalil Gibran, William Carlos Williams, Ezra Pound, Paul Verlaine, Walt Whitman, Alan Ginsburg, Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, Carl Sandburg, Dylan Thomas, and Jim Morrison. These inspirations and his sheer love for reading had him take pen to paper around the age of 20.
Did I mention he’s a Musician? …You can often find him playing his guitars (both electric and acoustic) and keyboards and singing (4 octave ranges) in his home studio. He’s a classically trained music aficionado -trained early on by Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart, Hayden, Liszt, as well as Big Band, Jazz and Rag Time. Spending time with his father at the Los Angeles Philharmonic; experiencing his first orchestra concert at the age of 9.
Elias the Gourmet Cook…Oh My!…His Japanese mother and grandmother trained him very well in fine culinary skills both in cooking and food appreciation from all over the world such as Italian, Indian, Moroccan, Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Hawaiian, Pilipino, Greek, and Polish.
When Elias is not reading, writing, composing music or cooking…he can be found listening to music, playing games, hanging out with his kids. He enjoys going to concerts, going on culinary adventures, sightseeing, spending the day at the beach or in the mountains…just doing something adventurous!
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Since her husband’s death, Sally Levenson’s life is dull and monotonous. She’s the county Coroner, and while the dead reveal their secrets on the exam table, she hides from the living. But hiding isn’t working anymore. Sally is trapped in a bland, colorless existence. She can’t breathe! She’s suffocating and wants more, whatever that might be.
When the dark and mysterious Derek Lemark enters her world, he opens doors to new possibilities, reveals dark desires, and challenges her to take a second chance on life. He dares her to breathe again, and promises…more. But what he offers comes at a price.
Sally must choose: take the next step, or speak the one word which will end everything before it even begins.
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The light streaming in from the hallway dimmed and a man’s chuckle drifted to her ears. It did strange things to her insides. Yummy things.
She spun around. “Derek!”
He spread his arms out, welcoming her into his embrace, and his expression was one of wonderment. “My God, you’re stunning.”
Heat filled her cheeks. She was hoping for a good but stunning would do. Then she smiled, shifting her eyes down and to the left. She couldn’t look at him and speak at the same time.
“You look pretty amazing too.” But she did peek, lifting her gaze up to take him in.
Decked out in a tuxedo, the immaculate suit barely contained his muscular frame. Crisp and pressed, the bow tie wrapped snuggly around his neck. He carried himself with ease, as if he’d been born in the elegant attire. Incredibly brilliant blue eyes flashed with mischief.
“You’re staring, Miss Levenson.”
And she was. She couldn’t help herself. He was a magnet, an irresistible force she couldn’t resist, but his words had her lowering her eyes again, as if she didn’t dare stare upon his brilliance.
“Don’t make fun of me,” she said.
He closed the distance, and placed one finger under her chin. Lifting, he forced her to meet his eyes. “I’m not laughing, my dear. I’m simply enjoying the fact I’m not the only one caught breathless. I’ve missed you.”
Derek placed his hands on her bare shoulders, steadying her in the too high heels. Two glasses of wine shouldn’t have her weaving on her feet. Or was that him making her weak in the knees?
He took her lips, smothering her in a kiss, taking her breath, and making it his. Her tiny gasp gave him the opening he needed to slip his tongue inside, and like any other invader, he plundered and ravaged, taking what he desired. She bent before him, conquered by his power and more than willing to sacrifice herself to his need.
Tracing the hardened muscle under his tuxedo became her sole purpose in life. As wonderfully intoxicating as the kiss was, it frightened her because of how uninhibited her response was. It didn’t make sense. While the rational side of her brain said slow down, her hand fluttered, and her fingers gripped the buttons of his shirt, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.
This was what she wanted. Right? Unrestrained passion? But, she needed to play a little hard to get. Otherwise? How would he ever respect her?
Derek groaned, a deep throaty rumble of desire. The noise made her heart race, or maybe it was the kiss. His tongue darted around her mouth, teasing and tasting. He nibbled her lower lip, eliciting a moan from her, and sucked it into his mouth.
Wine had nothing to do with her knees giving way. Derek wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him, making her feel safe. He didn’t even break the kiss, continuing the pillage of her mouth. Damn, he had this kissing thing down.
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Since her husband’s death, Sally Levenson’s life is dull and monotonous. She’s the county Coroner, and while the dead reveal their secrets on the exam table, she hides from the living. But hiding isn’t working anymore. Sally is trapped in a bland, colorless existence. She can’t breathe! She’s suffocating and wants more, whatever that might be.
When the dark and mysterious Derek Lemark enters her world, he opens doors to new possibilities, reveals dark desires, and challenges her to take a second chance on life. He dares her to breathe again, and promises…more. But what he offers comes at a price.
Sally must choose: take the next step, or speak the one word which will end everything before it ever begins.
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This is a live write I did with Lucas Black at his Sadie Hawkin’s Live write on April 30th. I put the link to the event here as there were three other amazing pairs of authors writing incredibly hot words…but this is the one Lucas and I did, using that picture as our prompt.
Not familiar with a live write? Well, we write the story live…to a picture prompt neither of us has seen until the write begins. We have ONE hour, trading off to each other, where we craft a story! This is what we came up with….
Lucas Black Tom and Sue had two weeks to spend together, two weeks at the ranch to rekindle passions. A pair of workaholics, they’d sacrificed too much to their careers, but both fought tooth and nail for this two weeks together. The ranch belonged to Sue’s uncle, at least, until he died six months before, leaving the whole kit and caboodle to her in his will.
They drove in separately, Tom leaving straight from work Friday. Sue flew in from a business trip, arriving two hours behind Tom, then drove out to the ranch from the airport. She knew he had some sexual plans in mind, but had no idea of the particulars. The mystery had her aroused.
She arrived to the house and a note on the dining table told her to meet him in the barn. She ventured out, curious as to what he had in mind. She gaped when she entered, seeing ropes and cuffs dangling from a post, and a brand-new riding crop in Tom’s hand. Her eyes riveted to the crop.
“I think it’s time a few things evolve and improve in this marriage,” Tom said. “And you’re disturbingly overdressed for our second honeymoon, my love.”
Ellie Masters Velvet wrapped her body like a lover’s embrace. She’d worn this just for him, but was sorely overdressed. Disturbingly overdressed? His words. Not hers.
The barn gave her pause and had her worried about how her knees would fare. She’d intended to spend a great deal of time on them, sucking him if he let her. But that was the problem. He never played by the rules, not hers at least. She both hated and loved how he could spin her about, twisting her thoughts into a tangled mess. He loved toying with her, and to be honest, she craved the dance.
He’d obviously arrived before her and had games afoot. But this?
“No way are you cuffing me, hun.” Her gaze skated around the barn, skipping over the ropes, the cuffs, and other implements he’d laid out. Slowly, she backed out, getting ready to turn and run.
Lucas Black “Yes way,” he said, smirking at Sue as she trembled. She really had nowhere to go. He could outrun her easily, and as she entered the house to put her luggage away, he’d casually let the air out of two of her tires, so her Lexus was stuck like Chuck until he dragged out the air compressor to refill those tires.
“Your car is on two flats, and if you think you can outrun my ass in your heels, or barefooted, you’re wrong. Now, strip naked as birth and approach the post before you dig your hole deeper than you can climb out.”
Ellie Masters Her heels wobbled on the uneven ground, and her nose itched from the hay. Trying to run while suppressing a sneeze had to be the least sexy thing in the world.
“Wait! What?” He’d let out the air to her tires. “We never talked about this.”
Except he had caught her with that one book, the one she’d quickly hid. It contained some of her darkest desires, and the fucker seemed to have read every damn page. And if she knew Tom, he was dead set on following this through. Which left her with a choice. Challenge him and run? He probably expected that. Or, she could do exactly as he said. Strip naked as a jaybird. Yes, that’s what she would do, then it would be her turn to watch his eyes pop.
Slowly, she peeled out of her dress, making it a fucking tease, and watched him harden beneath those jeans.
Lucas Black He hid his smile, pleased with her choice. While chasing and tackling her, overpowering her like that dom had done in her book, then whipping her maybe bent over the hood of her car, was deeply appealing, her voluntary submission appealed to deeper parts of him. He enjoyed her show, delighted as she slinked and slithered from her dress, knowing he’d go hard on her, but knowing that deep inside, this was precisely what she wanted. The tattered and dog-eared book told him its own tale by its very condition. She’d read and re-read that book God alone knew how many times.
He watched, his eyes on her, and his expression gave away nothing, as she approached the post naked, on trembling knees, and offered herself to bondage. Quickly, not wasting a second, he bound her with the ropes. Sue was helpless. “It’s time,” he told her, and popped the crop across her firm ass.
Ellie Masters “Fucking A! That hurts,” she cried out. “Wanna go easy there, babe?”
This was supposed to be just fun. No way would he go all Dom on her. Tom wasn’t a sadistic man. He was the kind of man who saved spiders while she squashed them beneath her heels. Saving puppies was more his game, but he seemed to have the ass whipping down pat. She was so fucked. When had he learned about this?
He popped the damned crop against her ass again, lifting her on her toes. “Okay, okay, okay,” she said. “Lighten up.” But fuck that was hot. How to tell him not to stop while her ass lit on fire? Now that hadn’t been in the book, and that heroine took her licks like a champ. Sue was already ready to quit. How the hell was she to get through this?
Smack!
Again? Again with the crop!
Smack!
She screeched at him to stop, needing a moment to think this though.
Lucas Black “If you say ‘red,’ I’ll stop,” Tom told her. “I’ll refill your tires, and see you whenever you come home, Sue. The choice is yours. But there will be orgasms you can’t imagine if you stay the course.” He laid down five strokes of the crop, his face giving away nothing as he eyed her. “What’s it to be, Sue? Surrender to me, or is your pride too great for you to submit? I’ll love you the same, but this is what I think is our right course.”
Ellie Masters She lifted on her toes. She hung from her arms. She twisted away. And through the fog of pain, his words found their way to her ears. Red. One word would end this, and she rode the cusp of speaking her fears, but to do so would end this before they’d ever begun.
Before she could answer she had one question for him. She didn’t want to say that word. No matter how much her ass burned, a greater heat grew between her legs. Nervous sweat beaded her skin, but the wetness between her legs spoke the truth of what she desired.
She shook her head. “Answer me this first. Second honeymoon and all? That means new things, and I need to know, where do you intend to take this?”
How far down into the darkness would they travel?
Lucas Black “I intend to take it as far as it will go,” he answered with a bit of mystery. Sue gaped at this comment, then yelped as another lash found her ass, this on the side as she tried without much success to twist away. “And we won’t know until we take this journey, Sue.”
He lashed again, then put his hand between her thighs, teasing her wet clit. “Or you can say red, and this is done. I’ll untie you, refill your tires, then go home and spend the weekend on the sofa watching baseball on TV.” His fingers began teasing harder, and Sue moaned from deep in the pity of her belly.
Ellie Masters “You said honeymoon, I already have a ring.” What she wanted was something more permanent, a symbol of this change occurring between them. Hell, right now she’d settle for his cock, either choking her mouth or slamming in her pussy. “What’s your offer?”
His fingers teased her clit, driving her back onto her toes, this time with blinding pleasure instead of pain. That man had magical fingers.
Taunting him probably wasn’t wise, not with the fire burning in his eyes. Something had changed between them. Darkness gathered at the edges of his eyes, and a fierceness set his jaw locking tight. She’d pushed perhaps too hard, but damn, if he wasn’t willing to commit, she wouldn’t surrender.
It wouldn’t take much, but she had to know this was a path he wanted to travel.
“You won’t get it,” she said. “I won’t say red. I’m tired of weekends on the sofa, watching TV…I want this. Whatever this is…”
He slammed his fingers deep, curling them on the slow drag out, forcing a scream from her throat.
“I want this!”
Lucas Black Tom watched as Sue had an intense cum, one he judged to be about a nine on the Richter scale, if how her body tried and failed to curl into a fetal position was any indication, which he knew it was. He dipped into a bag and approached with a velvet-covered box, about eight inches by eight. He opened it and Sue gaped at the collar therein, a cunningly crafted item of serpentine silver and gold links with a ruby set at its front.
“At the end of our honeymoon, if you make it through, if you want it, you’ll have earned this, and I’ll be your master forever, and you my slave, Sue. What’s it to be?”
Ellie Masters She screamed pure joy. He was all in and it looked like the days of hinting with a casually misplaced book were in her past. He’d taken the bait and run hard and fast with it, faster than she thought she could follow. That excited her more than was probably wise.
Now, how to get him to read that other book?
“I want you. All of you. Master of my heart. Master of my soul. I want you.”
He promised her a collar, now all she had to do was survive whatever he had in mind……
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Since her husband’s death, Sally Levenson’s life is dull and monotonous. She’s the county Coroner, and while the dead reveal their secrets on the exam table, she hides from the living. But hiding isn’t working anymore. Sally is trapped in a bland, colorless existence. She can’t breathe! She’s suffocating and wants more, whatever that might be.
When the dark and mysterious Derek Lemark enters her world, he opens doors to new possibilities, reveals dark desires, and challenges her to take a second chance on life. He dares her to breathe again, and promises…more. But what he offers comes at a price.
Sally must choose: take the next step, or speak the one word which will end everything before it ever begins.
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I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
children's author
Musings, missives and other miscellany of a big city lawyer turned respectable author
Novels that leave us breathless
The Adventures of an Erotica Author
