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The Witch

By: svanswords



The old crone shuffled across the room. The horse had smelt her as she appeared but couldn't see her. She checked it was a male and took a canister from inside her cloak. The stallion walked towards her when she stepped out into the open. It's nostrils were flared and it's eyes bright. She muttered the spell under her breath and it calmed down, under her control now. With a gesture she gave it a powerful erection. Invisible hands brought it to the point of ejaculation. At the last second the horse reared up on its hind legs, exposing its huge penis. The end suddenly spurted an arc of semen, most of which landed in the canister she held. She smiled, turned around and vanished. The horse went back to munching on the grass, unaware what had just happened.

Helga, the witch, looked surprised at her new location. She had not thought anybody would choose a place like this to copulate. Still she was not here to criticise, just collect the semen she needed to survive. For the last three hundred years it had sustained her, returning her to youth. It didn't seem to matter what kind of semen she used, just as long as she had enough of it. Tonight should be the last collection for the ritual. She spotted the couple, they had just stepped out of their car. She looked around and decided they would probably choose to do it on the flat ground near the runway lights. It would be easy enough to sneak up on them with all the noise from the aircraft. He was a big man wearing a military uniform, probably on leave. He would have been without intercourse for some time, he must have saved up a lot of sperm. Hopefully he would provide a good addition to her collection. His companion was dressed like a whore... Hang on. She is a whore. Excellent, the sex shouldn't last long. Helga pulled a fresh canister from her cloak at waited.

Tina tried to look happy at the prospect of turning a trick with this military buffoon. He would most likely just lay on her and rut till he blew his load, then fall asleep. At least she had the money already, so she could leave when he finished. She smiled at him as he explained how cunning this location was. How nobody would see or hear them. It was then that she realised that she was in danger, he could rape and mug her with no interruptions. Her smile turned to a grimace. Noticing her change in attitude, Sonny grabbed her left arm. He was not as stupid as he let on, being so well built made it easy for others to think he was stupid. He rarely choose to reveal he wasn't. With her left arm secure in his large hand, he ripped her flimsy top off, revealing her large false boobs. She was not wearing any underwear, it made for quicker sex, and when her short skirt followed the top.

Tina was afraid now. Not afraid of the rape, it wouldn't be her first time after all. She was afraid that he might kill her when he had finished. 

Sonny dragged her down to the ground and put his foot on her arm whilst he dropped his trousers and underpants low enough to reveal his prick. It was already at halve mast, and swelling quickly, he grabbed it and jerked it to its full size. The tip emerging from its fleshy hiding place was already covered in precum. He lowered himself and shoved his hard dick into her pussy. Tina had a fairly loose cunt due to years of working, so he encountered no resistance and was soon thrusting in and out at speed. 

Helga moved closer a smile on her lips. She could sense his nearness to coming and wanted to catch as much of his seed as she could.

Sonny was engrossed by the motion of Tina's tits as he fucked her. The large implants wobbled and bounced madly as he rammed into her cunt. He didn't see the Witch creeping across the car park until she was at his shoulder, container ready. He heard her mumble something as he swung around, but couldn't make out the words. It didn't matter because he was now immobile, held in a binding spell, only his penis able to feel. Tina was also held by the same spell, open mouthed and wide eyed. Helga spoke to her first, assuring her that all would be well and that the Witch only wanted his sperm. Then Helga turned to Sonny and cast her spell on his groin. Invisible hands once again did their work, masturbating him till the semen flew from his cock, several bursts of the hot liquid flying from his distended glans. Helga was ready, so had the pot in position, it was soon full of thick white ejaculate. Her mission accomplished the Witch only had one more thing to do. She freed Tina and let her escape before Sonny could move. Even a Witch couldn't let a murder happen.

The next couple she travelled to were both male. It wasn't the first gay sex she had interrupted, but this was the quickest visit. Almost before she had a container ready the guy receiving head was coming. With only seconds to catch his explosion, Helga just pushed the kneeling male aside and thrust the jar into the stream of hot jism that flew from his penis. The fellator who was now laying on the floor started to shout and protest. His protest stopped with a startled gurgle as the witch vanished, her prize safe.

Barry had been impotent for several months now and it really bugged him. He was masturbating on the sofa, trying to get a decent erection and any amount of semen to flow. So far is was going badly. Helga had appeared behind his curtains, out of sight, but could hear his frustration as he wanked unsuccessfully. She stepped out of her hiding place and pointed at his crotch while uttering a spell.

Barry looked up when the woman revealed herself. At first he thought he saw an old crone, but he was clearly mistaken. In front of him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, long legged, blond and blue eyed. As she approached him he saw that her clothing did not obscure his view of her magnificent body. He gawked, slack jawed, at the movement of her breasts as she walked, each a perfect globe, crowned with a long, pointed nipple. His vision was drawn past her flat stomach to the small triangle of hair between her legs. He always preferred a pussy to have a small patch of hair at the top but none on the lips, hers was perfect. The woman knelt in front of him and reached out a hand to his penis. Barry looked down and saw that he was sporting an erection. Not just a normal erection either, he was so big and hard that he could feel the blood flowing around his glans. The stranger grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. Her head lowered until he felt her kiss the head. He twitched. Not just his penis, his whole body twitched when she kissed his glans. He tried not to think about his recent impotence in case it returned, he looked at the ceiling and thought of her pussy, how it would feel to lick it. It took only three licks of his shaft for him to ejaculate. The woman swallowed the first blast but directed the remainder into a small pot she was carrying. Barry came again before the first orgasm stopped, spraying more semen into the container. When he looked down to thank the beauty, he nearly jumped off of the sofa. The woman between his legs was an old wrinkled hag, and she was holding a container filled with his semen. He reached out to grab her but she vanished.

The witch had enough now to perform the ritual. Now she could regain her youth and continue her studies. She had returned to her cavernous lab, and was already stripping of her outdoor clothes. The containers of semen were carefully poured into a large cauldron, joining the previously collected contributions. Helga, naked now, stirred a few other ingredients into the pot and then carried it into the bathroom. It was so simple, bathing in this mixture would return her appearance to that of a twenty five year old. Not long now.

The Witch and Her Pet



The Witch and Her Pet: A Story of Undying Love

Friday

Tom opened his apartment door and came inside. It was Friday evening and he was tired...really tired. It had been a long week and he just wanted to collapse. He opened the refrigerator door and took out a beer. He fell into a chair, turned on the TV, and sipped the beer. He really wanted to go online but it was a little early. He had had the same fantasy since he was a young teenager, but lately he had been able to think about little else. That being the case, there was only one chat room that he ever went into these days. Even though it hadn't been satisfying, he was hopeful every time he entered. He kept thinking, you never know what may happen, maybe it will be good this time. He finished his beer and just sat. It was only 7:20 PM now. He sat for another half-hour, turned off the TV and went to his desk. He turned his computer on, and signed on to the Internet.

He searched the room names, even though he knew there was only one room he would go to. After about ten minutes of searching, he clicked on "Dominant Women" and entered the room. He noticed a friend of his already there. Although he only knew this person online...didn't know his real name or where he lived, the two of them had exchanged IMs from time to time. They were both submissive men and they often discussed what was happening in the room.

As soon as Tom entered the room, MsDiana noticed him. She scanned him quickly, as she had scanned each male to enter the room. This time she liked what she saw...a young man, probably mid 20s, intelligent looking, and attractive. She decided to act quickly.

As Tom was watching the chat, he got an instant message from his friend.

slaveboy: "hi tommy how's everything?"

tommy24: "ok, anything going on tonight?"

slaveboy: "there is one woman here who is quite interesting, she's toying with all of us."

slaveboy: "OMG she just said hi to you."

Tom looked back to the chat and there it was, just one line...

MsDiana: "hello, tommy24, how are you tonight?"

He typed his response.

tommy24: "i'm fine, MsDiana...how are you?"

MsDiana: "i'm wonderful, thank you, do you like this room?"

tommy24: "well, i'm here most evenings, lol, i haven't seen you here."

MsDiana: "my first time."

Just then, another instant message popped up on his screen. His mouth fell open as he read it.

MsDiana: "you seem interesting tommy...we should talk privately, meet me in this private room MsDiana2456tommy."

He answered quickly.

"yes Ma'am right away."

He clicked on the room link and he was alone with her.

They chatted for the next hour. She was very polite but she avoided all discussion about her being a dominant woman and him being a submissive man. She asked him a lot of questions about himself and he asked her a few questions but he was worried that he would ask the wrong questions, so he kept his to a minimum. He told her that he lived in Chicago and worked in software development but she wouldn't tell him where she lived or what she did. He kept trying to decide if he wanted to stay there or look for someone else. He hadn't had much luck lately, so he was reluctant to leave. Maybe she would begin to dominate him if he just stayed there a while longer. Toward the end of the hour, Diana noticed that he was touching himself through his pants and she asked him what he was doing.

"just sitting here, MsDiana."

"Are you touching yourself, tommy?"

"no Ma'am just sitting here."

Diana didn't like that tommy was lying. She almost ended the conversation but he looked so interesting, she decided to give him a bit more time.

"I see...I was just wondering. Will you be here tomorrow evening?"

Tom hated to admit that he had nothing to do on a Saturday night, but he knew he wanted to talk to her some more.

"yes Ma'am i'll be here."

"Are you going to have an orgasm tonight, tommy?"

Tom was stunned at her question...it was the first sexual comment she had made. He wasn't sure how to answer. He was afraid to say yes and afraid to say no. He waited as long as could. He had been semi-hard but he was fully erect now.

"well Ma'am I usually do have at least one a day and I haven't had a chance yet today."

"Okay, tommy, you may have one orgasm tonight, but none tomorrow before you meet with me. You do understand, don't you?"

Tom gulped...he had always dreamed about a woman who would control him completely and now here was a woman who might do that.

"yes Ma'am i understand i'll do exactly as you say."

"Good boy. Also, no touching, ever, unless I give you permission. I'll see you here tomorrow at 8 PM."

And then she was gone.

Tom turned off his computer but he continued to look at the screen. It was only a little after 9:00 and he wasn't sleepy, but he was so aroused that he went to the bedroom, undressed, and got into bed. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, then faster. Thinking about MsDiana and imagining what she looked like. She wouldn't tell him much about her looks when they chatted. After a few minutes of stroking and thinking about her, he began his orgasm. He spurted over and over until he finished. Then he lay back and thought about MsDiana some more. Until he finally drifted off to sleep.

Diana watched as tommy reached orgasm...she smiled when he fell asleep and she watched him on and off during the night.

Saturday

Tom awakened early Saturday morning. His eyes popped open. He lay there for a few minutes and began to think about his online experience of last night. He felt himself becoming hard again. He wanted to touch himself but he knew that MsDiana would ask him if he had obeyed her. He could feel himself becoming even harder. He lay there for a few more minutes, thinking about how he had lied to her when she had asked him if was touching himself, and decided that he wouldn't lie to her again. He got out of bed and jumped into the shower. It was a long time until 8:00. At least he had a lot of errands to do today, just like every Saturday, so he had better get busy.

Diana watched tommy closely as he awakened and smiled happily to see that he appeared to be obeying her. That aroused her more than anything.

Tom did his shopping and paid his bills but he thought about MsDiana the entire time. He looked at his watch at least a hundred times but it was still a long time until 8:00.

By 4:00, he was finished...four more hours to go and nothing to do. He felt himself getting hard again. He made a sandwich and ate it while he watched TV. After he finished the sandwich, he realized that he didn't even know what he was watching. He turned off the TV. By 8:00, he would be a nervous wreck. He was so hard now. He waited.

He looked at his watch every few minutes until it read 7:30. He turned on his computer and signed onto the internet. He went immediately to the private room he and MsDiana had been in last night. He was alone there. He knew he was early...and hard, so hard. He waited.

At 8:00, he was still alone. At 8:05, he knew she wouldn't come. She had no intention of being here tonight. Why did so many women get their kicks this way? He'd just sign off and go to bed. As he moved the cursor to signoff, she appeared!

Diana had been watching tommy most of the day...when she saw that he was in the room waiting for her, she waited until a few minutes after 8:00 and then she signed on.

"Hello, tommy...so nice to see you again."

Tom couldn't get his mind to recognize that she was actually there for a moment. His hands hovered over the keyboard.

"hello MsDiana it's wonderful to see you too."

"Did you do what I asked you to do last night and today?"

"yes Ma'am i did exactly what you told me to do."

"Very good, tommy, very good. Are you hard now?"

"yes Ma'am very hard."

"How nice. Are you naked?"

"no Ma'am i'm wearing my street clothes."

"I expect you to be naked every time you talk to me, tommy...no exceptions...please get undressed now."

Tom jumped to his feet and quickly took all of his clothes off. He sat back down at his computer.

Diana watched while tommy stripped...this was going very well.

"i'm naked now MsDiana"

"Good boy, now we can talk some more. But remember, don't touch yourself without my permission...ever."

"yes Ma'am."

She asked him about his day and about his upcoming week. She never ran out of subjects to discuss with him. He was naked and hard and not allowed to touch himself. He couldn't stand it but there was no way he was going to leave.

After about two hours, she told him that she needed to leave in a few minutes.

"I don't want you to have an orgasm tonight or tomorrow, tommy. And you do not have permission to touch yourself tonight or tomorrow, either. Will you meet me tomorrow evening at 8?"

Tom stared at the screen for a moment. Could she be serious? How could he do that? He'd had at least one orgasm a day since he was 14. And he was so hard now.

Diana watched him...loving to see the anguish on his face.

"please MsDiana please let me have an orgasm tonight."

"Will it be difficult for you to refrain tonight?"

"yes MsDiana very difficult i need to cum please please please."

He watched his screen for what seemed like an hour before she sent her response.

"No, tommy...no orgasm for you tonight. And no touching either. I'll see you tomorrow at 8"

She was gone. Tom sat there for ten minutes hoping that she would come back. Then he turned off his computer and looked down. He was as hard as he had ever been. There was so much precum on the tip. He didn't think he could do what she asked of him. He went to the bedroom and lay down. He reached down to touch himself but pulled his hand back. He wanted her to know that she could trust him. If he lied to her again, somehow she'd know. He wasn't going to lie to her. He wanted with all his heart to please her.

He lay there all night in torment...sleeping in short bursts, his cock waking him up every time he fell asleep. But he didn't touch himself.

Diana watched all night, smiling at his agony, loving his obedience. She couldn't wait for their next meeting.

Sunday

Tom looked at his bedside clock. 6:14 AM. He knew he wasn't going to sleep any more. He had never been harder than he was now. Almost fourteen hours to go. He wasn't even hungry...just horny.

The day dragged on...it seemed more like 14 days. He didn't even get dressed. He thought that maybe she would want him to be naked. He stayed in his apartment all day, naked, hard, not touching himself...in agony.

Diana giggled and clapped her hands when she realized that he was going to stay naked all day...this was just so good!

He picked up the phone a little after noon and called a number. She watched and listened intently as he began to speak. She realized quickly that he was talking to his mother. They talked about twenty minutes, then he hung up. The conversation with his mother had seemed to be pleasant, but he looked so miserable now.

When his clock read 7:00, he signed onto the internet. He went immediately to their private room and waited...staring at the screen just in case she arrived early. He knew that she wouldn't, but he hoped that she would. He looked over at the clock every few minutes. He looked down at his cock. It was so hard and there was so much precum. He couldn't bear to see it like that. 7:55. 7:57. 7:59. 8:00. He took a deep breath. She would be here in a minute or two...he just knew it. He didn't look at the clock again. He just stared at the screen. And then, there she was! She was here!

"Good evening, tommy."

"good evening MsDiana i'm so happy to see you."

"Have you been a good boy, tommy?"

"yes Ma'am i've been very good."

"No touching?"

"no Ma'am."

"No orgasm?"

"no Ma'am."

"You have been good, tommy. I'm very pleased with you."

"thank you MsDiana I want only to please you."

Then she talked with him some more in that casual way that was very charming, but also very frustrating. All he could think about was having an orgasm and she wanted to talk about the weather.

It was more than two hours before she told him she would have to leave soon.

"please MsDiana please allow me to have an orgasm tonight please."

"Do you not think you could go one more night without an orgasm? For me?"

"please MsDiana i'm begging you please please please please my cock is so

hard and my balls ache please MsDiana please."

"I'll be in Chicago for business next week, tommy. I'm coming in Thursday morning. Would you like to have dinner with me Friday evening?"

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His heart was beating as fast as his cock was hard.

"yes MsDiana yes yes yes i'd love to have dinner with you."

"I'll give you more specifics later in the week, but I do need to go in just a few minutes."

"Yes MsDiana i understand will you allow me an orgasm tonight please MsDiana."

There was that long pause again. Tom waited and waited, hoping that she would say yes...he was so hard. He didn't know what he would do if she said no.

"tommy?"

"yes MsDiana?"

"Your obedience is what is important to me. Your training has already begun, but it will be some time before it's complete. Would you like to continue your training under my conditions?"

"i will do exactly what you wish as you wish it MsDiana."

"Very good, tommy, I couldn't ask for more at this stage. Would you like to cum for me now?"

He was perspiring, the anticipation had grown so great. He started to tremble.

"yes MsDiana yes thank you so much."

"Take your cock in your hand for me."

He grabbed his cock and typed his response with one hand.

"yes."

Diana watched him, holding her breath...she loved doing this.

"Don't type anything else until you've had an orgasm. I'm going to count down for you...when I reach 0, I want you to cum. Not before, not after. I want you to cum at the precise moment that I type 0."

He ran to the bathroom and got a towel. He was really trembling now...holding his cock, waiting, anticipating. He saw the numbers begin to appear on his screen.

"25"

"24"

"23"

He was holding his breath...stroking slowly...trying not to cum...

"22"

"21"

"20"

"19"

"18"

"17"

He didn't know if he could make it...he stroked very slowly...

"16"

"15"

"14"

"13"

"12"

"11"

His eyes were open wide...focused on the screen...he struggled...

"10"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

So close now...

Diana was watching him closely, typing the numbers steadily, but slowly.

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"0"

He began to spurt at the exact moment he saw the "0." He spurted again and again and again. The most intense orgasm he had ever had. When he finished, he was breathing as hard as if he had just run ten miles.

Diana leaned back in her chair, also breathing hard. He had done exactly what she wanted him to. This was going very well.

A moment later he typed, "thank you MsDiana thank you so much."

"I take it you feel better now?"

"oh yes thank you again MsDiana."

"It was my pleasure, tommy. No more orgasms and no more touching. Tomorrow at 8, my pet."

She was gone. He was exhausted. And so tired now. He stumbled into bed. She had called him her pet. He smiled. He had only a few minutes to think about next Friday before he fell into a deep sleep. 

Diana watched him sleep most of the night. She knew that tommy was hers now and was eagerly looking forward to Friday. As she watched him, she thought how much he reminded her of Edward. Edward was one of the best pets she had ever had. Sweet, wonderful Edward. It had been almost 300 years since she had started his training.

Monday

Tom awoke just in time get dressed for work. All he could think about was MsDiana. He got to work on time, but he couldn't function very well. His mind and his heart just weren't in it. He kept looking at the clock, pretending to work...and trying to keep his arousal secret.

Diana had been watching him ever since he woke up. She was smiling continuously at the sight of him. He was just so precious. She began to plan the rest of their week.

When quitting time came, Tom was the first one out the door. He stopped at the sandwich shop, then went straight home and undressed, his cock fully erect now. He got a stack of towels, put them on his desk, turned his computer on, and went to their private room. He still had two hours to go, but if she decided to get there early, he wanted to be there. He ate his sandwich while he watched the screen.

Diana continued to watch him as she had done all day. She loved that he had so many towels on his desk. She enjoyed a pet who prepared for events. She decided to wait until 8:15 to sign on. She was thrilled by his devotion.

By 8:05, Tom was quite nervous. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen.

By 8:14, he was a wreck. His cock was still so hard and MsDiana was nowhere to be seen.

At 8:15, Diana entered the private room.

"Hello, my pet, how are you?"

"i'm fine, MsDiana...i'm soooo happy to see you."

Diana smiled at his excitement.

"Did you have a good day today, baby?"

He realized that he loved it when she called him her pet...and now she was calling him baby...he knew he belonged to her now.

"yes MsDiana...at least I think I did but I had a hard time working."

"Why so, my pet?"

"uhh i guess because i was soooo hard. :)"

It was always better for her when her pet had a sense of humor. "lol, but surely you know now that's the way I love for you to be."

"yes MsDiana and i love to be that way for you."

"I've been planning my trip to Chicago. It would be better if we could talk on the phone, I think. Would you give me your phone number, my pet?"

Tom didn't hesitate a second. She could have anything she wanted if she called him her pet. He typed his phone number into the screen and pressed send.

"Thanks, baby...I'll call you now, if that's okay with you."

"yes MsDiana that would be great."

She was gone...Tom quickly signed off and watched the phone. It rang about three minutes later. The caller ID readout said Private. Tom took a deep breath and answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, baby."

Her voice was like silk...so smooth, so sweet, and so feminine. He almost passed out just hearing her voice.

"Hello, MsDiana. I can't believe it's you."

Diana watched tommy...loving that he was naked...and nervous...and so hard.

"Oh, it's me all right. Are you naked for me, tommy?"

Tom was having trouble talking...and trouble breathing.

"Yes Ma'am."

"That's wonderful, my pet." Tom covered the mouthpiece with his hand because he was afraid that she could hear him, he was breathing so loudly. "Are you ready for me on Friday?"

"I am, MsDiana...I wish you were here now."

She told him the name of the hotel where she'd be staying and he said he knew where it was.

"Would you like me to pick you up at the airport on Thursday, MsDiana?"

"That's so sweet of you, tommy, but don't you have to work?"

"I don't think I'll be able to work at all by Thursday."

She laughed and the thought that he could please her made him even harder. It was such a wonderful, beautiful laugh.

"I've already arranged my transportation, my pet, but I do appreciate your offer."

He was crushed. "Yes, MsDiana, I understand."

"Don't be so sad, sweetie...we'll have lots of time together."

"Yes, MsDiana, it's just that I can't wait...I want to meet you so badly."

"And I want to meet you too, baby...it'll just be a few more days."

Then she started asking about the weather and what he usually did on weekends and how far he lived from the hotel and how he liked his job and how long he'd been working there. He answered all of her questions all the while hoping that she would start telling him more about how she would dominate him and what she would demand of him. He was so hard and her voice was so beautiful. He was hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself when he first saw her. And then she said she had to go.




The Witch and Her Pet



"I'll call you tomorrow evening, baby...I love talking to you."

"MsDiana, would you allow me to have an orgasm before you go...I'd love to hear your voice while I'm having it. Please MsDiana."

"No."

She answered so quickly...and just one word. He realized how easy it was for her to control him. He would never be able to disobey her. That thought made him feel elated and depressed at the same time.

She watched him as she told him no. He just sat there, looking sad again. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. She didn't speak for a moment and neither did he.

"Baby?"

"Yes, MsDiana?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, MsDiana...it's just that I'm so hard, I was hoping that I could cum tonight."

"You just had an orgasm last night, my pet. It'll take me some time to determine just how often I should allow you, but I don't think you need to have one every night."

"Yes, MsDiana, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, sweetie. We'll work this out just fine, I'm sure of that. But I do need to go now, I'm looking forward to talking to you tomorrow...remember, baby, no touching, no orgasm. Goodbye, my pet."

"Goodbye, MsDiana."

She hung up. He looked at his phone for a moment, and then he hung up also. It was going to be another long night.

Diana watched him all night...loving to see him toss and turn because of her.

Tuesday

Tuesday was a long day for Tom. He was tired from lack of sleep and all he could think of was MsDiana. He tried to keep to himself and do his work but he just couldn't concentrate. He just wanted to be home talking with MsDiana. Diana watched him throughout the day, just enjoying watching him.

Finally, the day was over and Tom headed straight home. He undressed as soon as he got to his apartment. He wanted to be naked because MsDiana wanted him naked. He would never wear clothes again if that was what she wanted. He ate a quick meal and sat down at his desk. He looked at the computer and then at the phone. There was no reason to go online...his only need now was to be here when she called. She didn't tell him what time she would call so he was afraid to be too far from the phone. He just waited.

It was almost 10:00 when the phone rang. He checked the caller ID. Private. He grabbed the phone on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello, my pet."

It was her...he felt complete now.

"I'm so happy to talk with you again, MsDiana...I missed you so much.

"I only have a few minutes tonight, baby...I want you to cum for me...now."

Tom took a deep breath. Diana smiled.

"Yes, MsDiana".

"Take your cock in your hand for me."

Tom held himself, barely breathing now.

"Begin stroking yourself...very slowly...I don't want you to cum until I tell you to."

Tom didn't say anything...but he was breathing into the phone. Diana watched him...and listened to him...and smiled. He began to stroke, slowly, just the way she told him to. He managed to get a towel in place. She kept talking to him as he stroked. He loved the sound of her voice.

"Nice and easy, my pet...not too fast. I don't want you to get too close just yet...just keep stroking."

Tom felt his desire increase. He didn't know how long he could keep doing this without having an orgasm.

"That's it, baby, just keep stroking. How does that feel?"

Tom could barely talk. "So good, MsDiana."

His breathing became faster.

"Slow down, baby...do it much slower."

Tom moaned into the phone. But he slowed his pace. Stroking very slowly now. Diana loved watching him, loved the control she had over him, thought about how she was going to have absolute control over him very soon.

"What's your position now, tommy?"

"My position, MsDiana?"

"Are you sitting, lying down, standing?"

"I'm sitting, MsDiana...at my desk."

"I would like you on your knees...now."

Tom quickly scrambled off the chair and onto his knees, the towel in place. He held the phone in one hand and his cock in the other.

"Yes, MsDiana, I'm on my knees now, please may I continue stroking, please, please."

"Yes, but still slowly, very slowly."

Tom began to stroke again, following MsDiana's instruction, the anguish was visible on his face. He wanted to cum so badly and he was so close. It was agony for him to hold back. Diana watched him closely, wanting him to last as long as he possibly could. She kept him at that pace for half an hour, talking softly to him while he begged her for release. Finally, she was ready.

"Cum for me tommy...now...you have ten seconds."

Tom stroked as rapidly as he could, as Diana watched. He reached orgasm in half the time she had allotted him. He spurted again and again, onto the towel. Diana thought about how happy she was with his performance.

"Was that good, tommy?"

Tom was exhausted, mentally and physically. He slumped to the floor, moaning.

"Yes, MsDiana, thank you so much for allowing me to have an orgasm. You are so wonderful."

"I have to go now, my pet...clean up and get some sleep. I won't be able to call you tomorrow evening...I have quite a lot to do to get ready for my trip. No touching, no orgasms...any questions?"

This would be the first evening that Tom wouldn't talk to her since they met. He missed her already.

"I understand, MsDiana...I will obey. I'll be sitting here naked by the phone if you do have a chance to call."

Diana thought...what a great answer, you have to love him just for saying that. She wouldn't call but she'd be sure to look in on him.

"I'll try, baby, I can't promise. But I will call you from my hotel on Thursday. Goodbye, my sweet."

She hung up. Tom held the phone to his ear for several seconds, listening to the dial tone. Then he hung up, picked up the towel, took it to the bathroom, and then lay down on his bed. Diana watched him, smiling.

Wednesday

Tom went to work on Wednesday, but he was hardly aware of where he was.

He was in a trance all day and at 3:00, he told his boss that he had a terrible headache and asked if he could go home.

He went straight home, got undressed, and just sat there...waiting. She said she wouldn't call tonight, but she knew he would be here, waiting. Maybe she will call, he told himself.

About 8:00, he made a sandwich and ate it, not taking his eyes off the phone. Diana had been watching him all day, watching him mope around, looking so sad. She had no intention of calling him. She was just going to watch him. She did love that he was naked, though. And that he had not touched himself. He was hard again, even though he had an orgasm yesterday. It had been four months since Albert had passed. He had been with her for 86 years and she really missed him. But her mourning was over. She wanted another obedient pet. She wanted tommy. She had already fallen for him. He was just so perfect for her.

After he finished his sandwich, he sat at his desk, by the phone, and just waited. He wanted to be near the phone just in case she called. When Diana saw that, she smiled broadly...she hoped he wasn't too good to be true. She could hardly wait until Friday.

Finally, Tom realized that she wasn't going to call. He went to his bed but he didn't sleep well. He missed talking to MsDiana and he was hard. He seemed to be hard all the time now. He liked that...sort of...but it did keep him from sleeping.

Thursday

The next morning, Tom called in sick. He knew he couldn't go to work and he knew he wouldn't go to work on Friday, either. He would call in sick then, too.

He ate a little and watched the phone. Still naked. Still hard. Diana watched him intently all day.

At about 6:00, she appeared at the hotel. The way she always did. She wasn't there...and then she was there. She walked to the front door and the doorman took her suitcase immediately. He hadn't seen her appear...no one ever did. He almost tripped over some other baggage as he brought her bag inside. As she checked into the hotel, the desk clerk, who was a heterosexual female, couldn't take her eyes off Diana. There was just something so forceful and compelling about her. She had never felt this way about another female, but she knew she'd follow Diana to her room if she asked her to. She wanted to be with her. The two bellmen squabbled over who got to take her to her room.

Once in the room, she sat near the window and looked out at the lake. As she sat there, she began to fade from the memories of the doorman, the desk clerk, and the bellmen. In about three hours, they would know there was something they wanted to remember, but would be unable to do so. In about four hours, they would have no memory of Diana at all.

At 10:15, she picked up the phone and called him.

Tom jumped when the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. It showed the hotel where she said she would be staying. He grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, tommy."

"Ms Diana, thank you so much for calling me. I've missed you so much.

"I've missed you, too, baby...how have you been?"

"I'm okay, MsDiana, but you're all I've been able to think about."

"I've been thinking about you, too, baby."

His heart skipped a beat when she said that. "Would you like me to come to your hotel tonight, MsDiana?"

"Oh, tommy, that would be quite lovely, but I've had a long day. And

I'm just too tired now. I need my beauty sleep tonight, I'm afraid."

She smiled at the sad look on his face. "I understand, MsDiana. It's just that I miss you so much."

"Can you come to my hotel room tomorrow, tommy? At 5:30?"

Tom's heart skipped another beat. "Yes, MsDiana, I'll be there whenever you say."

She gave him the room number.

"I made dinner reservations for us at 8. That should give us some time to get acquainted before then, don't you think?"

"Yes, MsDiana. I'll be thinking about you until then."

"You're so sweet, tommy. Until then, baby. Nite, nite."

Tom took a deep breath. "Good night, MsDiana."

She hung up. Tom held the receiver and just looked at it. Finally, he hung up, also.

He lay on his bed and took several deep breaths. He didn't think he'd sleep much tonight. But he wouldn't have an orgasm and he wouldn't touch himself. She hadn't given him permission.

Diana watched him throughout the night.

Friday

Tom tossed and turned all night. He kept dozing off and then waking up. He was just too hard to sleep. At 9:00, he called in sick. All he had to do now was be at her hotel at 5:30. He had nothing to do and the anticipation was so great. He stayed in, watching TV and looking at the phone. At 2:30, he started to get ready. He shaved and showered.

Then he spent almost an hour deciding what to wear and getting dressed.

Getting dressed wasn't easy. His erection was just too strong. Finally, he managed to stuff himself into his pants and left his apartment. He drove to the hotel and parked in the garage. He looked at his watch. 4:53. He took several deep breaths, closed his eyes, leaned back, and waited. At 5:15, he got out of his car and went into the hotel. He was getting hard again but he managed to get to the elevator. He got off at her floor and looked at his watch again. 5:26. He walked down the hallway and stood in front of her room door. He was breathing heavily now and the urge to flee was working on him. His erection was noticeable. He tried to get himself under control as he looked at his watch.

Diana was watching all of this, also with great anticipation.

When his watch read 5:30, he raised his arm and knocked on her door.

A few seconds later, she opened the door.

The most beautiful woman he had ever seen stood in the doorway. She was wearing a dark red suit and high heels. Her eyes were a soft blue. Her dark brown hair flowed onto her shoulders in long waves. She looked to be about his age. She spoke first.

"You must be tommy."

"Y-y-yes, MsDiana."

She was smiling as she reached out and took his arm.

"Come inside, baby."

His body felt like lead. He didn't move so she tugged at him until he was inside. She shut the door.

"Relax, baby."

He was breathing too heavily to even respond. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He felt his arousal growing. He knew he was going to embarrass himself.

She pulled him into the living room of her suite. He didn't think he could even walk by himself. She sat down on the couch, crossed her legs, and looked up at him.

"Well?"

He took a deep breath...what did she mean?

He stammered an answer. "MsDiana? I don't understand."

"Of course you do, my pet. You're supposed to be naked whenever we're alone."

He blinked, his mouth open. She was telling him to get undressed! He froze again.

"tommy...do you want to leave? Are you disappointed in me?"

"No, no, MsDiana...not at all, you're beautiful."

"Why, thank you, tommy. Are you going to get undressed?"

He took his jacket off. He held it for a moment, not knowing what to do next.

"You can lay it on that chair."

He turned to his left and saw the chair. He laid his coat on in and took his tie off. He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and finally had them undone. He looked at MsDiana out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was smiling. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and took it off. He bent down, untied his shoes, and took them off. He took his socks off. Knowing she was watching him was almost too much for him. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He slipped them off and placed them on the chair, also. He was standing there wearing only his jockey shorts and his watch. And his erection was obvious.

"Did you want me to take my shorts off, too, MsDiana?"

She smiled. "Of course...and also your watch...you won't be needing it."

He took a deep breath, pulled his shorts down quickly and stepped out of them. He took his watch off and laid it on his pants. He stood there in front of her, completely naked. She looked him up and down, slowly, carefully. He knew he must be producing precum. He was mortified. He knew he didn't please her. How could he?

"Very nice, my pet."

She uncrossed her legs, stood, and walked to him.

She stood next to him, facing his side. He looked straight ahead, not knowing what to do. She leaned close to him and kissed him on the cheek. His knees buckled for a second.

"Relax, baby."

"Yes, MsDiana...I'm trying to do that."

She laughed, that wonderful laugh that made him weak all over. She stepped back and walked around behind him. She looked him up and down. Then she walked to his other side. She reached out and touched his upper arm with her fingertips. She continued to touch him, her fingertips gliding over his shoulder and his chest. He worked at catching his breath and he seemed to calm down.

"That's better, my pet. I won't hurt you. And I like what I see. Such lovely precum."

He was startled by her comment. He took another deep breath and stood still. She slid her fingertips down to his tummy. He moaned softly as she touched him there. Then she slid her hand up and touched one nipple. He gasped. She touched his other nipple and he moaned again, his eyes closed now.

She put her arm around his waist and pulled him closer. He moaned very softly. She put one fingertip on the side of his face and moved it slowly down to his neck and onto his chest. Just barely touching him again. She kissed him on the cheek again. He wondered why he hadn't passed out. She let go of him and stepped back. He took a deep breath. She patted his buttocks, took his hand, and led him back to the couch. She sat and pointed to the floor.

"Knees, baby."

He immediately dropped to his knees in front of her. She reached down and began to caress his hair.

"My poor baby, so nervous. Let's just sit here for a moment while you compose yourself."

He began breathing a little bit slower. He was afraid to look at her. She began to rub his shoulders. He liked the way her hands felt. Then she spoke again. 

"I have specific rules, my pet. And you must obey them all. You'll learn them as your training progresses but we can start with my basic ones. You must be naked whenever we're alone. And, I like it much better when you're hard. You may touch me only when I tell you to...and only where I tell you to. When we're in public, you must call me Diana. When we're alone, you must call me Mistress or Mistress Diana. I'm going to call you Thomas in public and in private. And, maybe the most important rule, you will be subject to my will and you will be subject to my whims. Any questions so far?"

"No, Mistress Diana."

She leaned back, still caressing his shoulder.

"This is so wonderful, Thomas. I've been thinking about this moment for a week, now. And it's better than I had anticipated. I think you'll be a wonderful pet. Is that what you'd like?"

"Yes, Mistress Diana. I would love to be your pet forever."

She smiled. He looked up at her, wishing he could smile, too.

"I've had quite a long day, my pet. Would you mind getting me some wine...from the minibar? I think there's a bottle of Merlot there.

"I'd love to, Mistress."

He stood and walked to the minibar. He found the Merlot, opened it, and poured it into a glass. He walked back toward her. She had crossed her left leg over her right one. She watched him as he stood in front of her. He offered the glass to her. She looked at it and then looked up at his face.

"I like to be served from a tray, Thomas. There's one on top of the minibar."

He stammered his apology and went back to get the tray. He put the glass on it and returned to her. He again offered her the wine. She pointed to the floor. He was puzzled for a moment, then he dropped to his knees, holding the tray out for her. She smiled and took the glass. She took a sip and started to put the glass back on the tray but he had lowered it.

"Thomas...you must keep the tray in place in case I need to use it...unless I tell you otherwise."

He quickly raised the tray and she put her glass on it.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress Diana. Please forgive me. I promise to learn everything I need to in order to serve you. Please, Mistress."

She smiled at him. He kept the tray within her reach.

"I know you will, sweetie."

She took another sip of wine and put the glass back again.

"Would you like something to drink, my pet?"

"May I have a beer, Mistress?"

"Of course. Just put the tray on the coffee table and get whatever you'd like. Maybe you'd like a snack, also...pick out whatever appeals to you."

He put the tray down and went to get a beer. He knew she was watching everything he did but he felt less embarrassed now. He poured the beer and took a bag of pretzels. He came back, knelt, and looked up at her. She smiled and nodded. He took a sip.

"Thank you, Mistress, you are so good to me."

She smiled again and held her hand out.

"Hand me the pretzels, please."

He immediately handed the bag to her. She opened it, took one out, and broke off a small piece. She touched it to his lips. He took it into his mouth and began to chew. She smiled as she continued to feed him.

"Two of the main pleasures that humans have are eating and sex. From now on, Thomas, these pleasures, and any other pleasures you receive, will come from me... and you will have them when I want you to have them."

He gulped. "Yes, Mistress Diana."

"We'd better get ready for dinner. Are you hungry, my sweet? I hope that snack didn't ruin your appetite."

"I think I'm very hungry, Mistress Diana."

She stood and began to walk toward the bedroom. "You'll need to help me get dressed. Come along, Thomas."

He scrambled to his feet and followed her to the bedroom. She stood in front of the full-length mirror.

"You'll need to learn how dress and undress me, Thomas. That will be one of your responsibilities. I'm going to wear the black dress in the closet, so you may take these clothes off me."

He stood a few feet away from her, not knowing what to do next. "W-w-what should I do first, Mistress?"




The Witch and Her Pet



She held her arms out. "Take my jacket off."

He moved closer and fumbled with the buttons. There were only three of them, but it seemed to take him forever. He was breathing rapidly and he could tell that his cock was producing a lot of precum. Finally, he got them unbuttoned. He was trying to take it off when she spoke.

"It'll work better if you stand behind me, my pet."

He quickly moved behind her and slipped off her jacket. He held it, not sure what he should do with it.

"Hang it in the closet, my pet."

He walked to the closet and hung it up. He noticed the dress hanging there. It looked impossibly small. He walked back to her, seeing her in her bra. Then he stood in front of her.

"My skirt, baby...don't be bashful."

He looked at her skirt, realizing that he needed to be behind her. He quickly moved there, undid the button, and unzipped the skirt. It fell slightly when he did that.

"Come back in front and pull it down."

He moved in front of her, knelt, and lowered her skirt. She put her hand on his shoulder and stepped out of it. He held it for a moment while she looked at him. Then he took it to the closet, hung it up, and walked back to her. Now she was wearing only her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and shoes. He was feeling lightheaded again.

"You'll find a black bra in my suitcase. That's the one I want to wear."

He felt his cock twitch when she said that. He went to her suitcase and saw the bra. There wasn't much to it, he thought...mostly lace. He brought it back to her.

She smiled.

"You'll have to remove the one I'm wearing first."

He put the tiny black bra over his arm and walked behind her again. He couldn't seem to control his fingers. He fumbled with the bra she was wearing, managing to get it unhooked. It fell forward, onto her arms. He tried to reach around her.

"It'd be better if you were in front of me, my pet."

He moved in front of her and removed her bra. His eyes were cast downward.

He was afraid to look at her...afraid that he would anger her.

She reached out and took his chin in her hand, raising his eyes to look into hers.

"There will be many times when it will be necessary for you to see me undressed, baby. Don't make a big deal out of it."

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Then she smiled. "Put it in the laundry bag, sweetie."

He did as she said and turned to walk back to her. He took deep breaths as he walked back. Her breasts were perfect. Her nipples were exquisite. He ached to touch them, to kiss them, to fondle them. He knew she would never want him to do that. He held her bra in front of her and she slipped her arms into it. He moved behind her and tried to fasten it. He had never put a bra on a woman and he was not finding it easy. He fumbled with it.

"It's not difficult, sweetie. You can do it."

He realized his breathing was quite loud. Finally, he managed to hook it.

"What should I do now, Mistress Diana?"

She turned around, facing him. She adjusted her bra while he watched, his mouth open, his breathing labored. The bra was tiny and there was a lot of cleavage.

"How do I look, baby?"

His balls ached and his mouth was dry.

"You look beautiful, Mistress. You are the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Aww, my pet. You are wonderful."

She reached out and touched his cheek. Then she leaned toward him, her mouth slightly open. He leaned closer to her.

"Closer, baby."

He leaned even closer and she kissed him on the lips. Their lips barely touched, but she held the kiss for several seconds. Then she leaned back, still holding her hand on his cheek. She smiled, took his hand, and walked toward the bed. She let go of his hand and sat on the bed, looking up at him.

"Would you mind taking my shoes and stockings off, my pet?"

He quickly knelt in front of her and took one shoe off, then the other one. He reached up to the top of one stocking and tried to unhook it. He had never seen one of these before. After a few seconds, she put her hand on his and moved it a few inches. She unhooked the stocking. She put his hand on her other stocking. He unhooked it. She lifted one leg and he rolled the stocking down. He did the same with her other leg.

"The stockings I want to wear are in my suitcase. The black ones. They were under my bra."

He stood and went back to her suitcase, finding the stockings. He came back to the bed and knelt again. He slipped one on her leg and rolled it up. It felt so exciting to be able to touch her leg. His cock felt so hard, harder than it had ever felt. He managed to attach the stocking to her garter belt. Then he did her other leg. He looked up at her. She smiled down at him. She was so beautiful.

"My shoes are in the closet."

He stood and went to the closet. He picked up her shoes and walked back to her. Her shoes were so light, mostly straps. He knelt in front of her and picked up one foot, sliding the shoe onto it. He saw that he was going to have to buckle one strap. It took him several minutes to fasten that tiny buckle, but she was patient and didn't say anything. Then he fastened the other shoe. He stayed on his knees and waited. She stood and walked back to the full-length mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror while he looked at her. He ached all over.

"My dress now."

He stood and got her dress from the closet. He stood in front of her and she raised her arms. He slipped it over her head and onto her shoulders.

"Smooth it down for me."

He gently pulled it down and smoothed out the wrinkles. It was heavenly to touch her through her dress.

"I can't see myself in the mirror, baby...you're in the way."

He quickly stepped to the side. He watched her as she looked at herself.

"Am I showing too much cleavage?"

"I think you look perfect, Mistress."

She smiled. "Thank you, sweetie. Look in my jewelry case on the dresser...you'll find a necklace, a bracelet, a pair of earrings, and two rings. Would you be good enough to put them on me?"

He went to the dresser and found the jewelry. He stood behind her and hooked the necklace, fumbling very little. Then he stood beside her as she held her arm out. He put the bracelet on in about thirty seconds. She held one hand out and pointed to a finger.

"The larger ring here, please."

He slipped it on her finger.

She held out her other hand and pointed to a finger.

"The smaller ring here."

He slipped it on her finger.

Then he looked at the earrings and her ears.

"Mistress, I don't know how to do this. I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

She reached out, took the earrings, and quickly put them on. She smiled.

"You'll learn, my pet. After all, this is only your first week of training. Soon you'll be able to do everything I desire."

She smiled and looked at herself in the mirror one more time. "Bring me my cosmetic bag...it's in my suitcase. Oh, also, there's a small hairbrush...bring that to me, too."

He quickly brought the bag and the hairbrush to her. She took the hairbrush, brushed her hair a few times, and gave it back to him. He held it, waited, and watched her. She took a lipstick out of the cosmetic bag as he held it and touched up her lips. She put the lipstick back and took a small bottle of cologne. She sprayed one time on the inside of each wrist and put the bottle back in the bag.

She smiled at him.

"Thanks, baby. You'll soon learn to do these things for me, too."

He took the bag and the hairbrush to her suitcase and returned to her side. She took his hand and began to walk to the living room. She patted his buttocks.

"Now you need to get dressed."

She sat on the couch, looking up at him as he started to get dressed. When he put his shirt inside his pants and tried to zip them, he spoke. "Mistress, I don't know if I can zip my pants."

He stared at her, looking helpless.

"Come over here."

He walked to her, standing in front of her. She reached out and gently held his cock with the fingertips of one hand. He gasped as she touched him. With her other hand, which had a tissue in it now, she began to blot the precum at the tip. He did not see where the tissue came from and he did not think about it again. She blotted the tip of his cock a few times and then she began to push it into his shorts. Her touch was very gentle as she slowly pushed his cock inside.

"I think that made me harder, Mistress."

She laughed. "You're so cute, Thomas...you really are."

She positioned his cock inside his shorts, lifting it up, holding it in place, as she zipped his pants. "Not only are you going to take care of me, my pet, but I'm going to take care of you...very good care."

She leaned back. "You may finish dressing now."

She watched him as finished. His erection was still visible, but neither of them said anything about it. She smiled at him.

"You look very handsome, Thomas. All the women in the restaurant will be so jealous of me."

She took his arm and he opened the door to the hallway. In the elevator, she told him that their reservation was at the restaurant in the hotel.

"That sounds very good, Mistress Diana."

"Don't forget, Thomas, if there's any chance that anyone will overhear you, you must call me Diana."

"Yes, Mistress, I will."

As they stepped off the elevator, He tried to be nonchalant about his erection, but she could tell that he was very self-conscious about it. He did his best to conceal it.

In the restaurant, the hostess took them to their booth, which was in the back. The tables closest to them were unoccupied. She had arranged this. No one would sit near them tonight. She slid in and motioned him to sit next to her.

"Closer, baby"

He scooted closer to her...their thighs were touching. And he was fully erect again. They looked over their menus.

"What would you like, sweetie?"

"Well...maybe the small steak."

"Oh, Thomas...you should get one of the large steaks. You'll need energy tonight."

He looked over at her and she was smiling. He took a deep breath.

"Okay."

"Would you order the Red Snapper for me, sweetie? With the broccoli? And a small salad, too."

Diana liked the taste of food, and could eat anytime she wanted to. But she didn't need to eat. She only ate when she was in public with humans.

When the waiter came for their orders, he ordered for both of them. After the waiter left, she put her hand on his thigh...and then slid it down to his inner thigh. He moaned softly at her touch. She squeezed the inside of his leg gently. She left her hand on his leg and looked at him. Thomas thought he should say something, but he was having a difficult time deciding how to make conversation. Finally..."Uh...Diana...uh."

He turned to look at her, she was smiling at him.

"Yes, baby?"

"Uh...this seems like a nice restaurant."

"I'm so glad you like it. I was hoping that you would."

"I would like any place you wanted to go."

He tried to smile at her, but he didn't think he looked very natural. She rubbed his upper arm and smiled at him. The waiter brought their food and they began to eat. Occasionally, she reached over to his plate, picked up a bit of food and fed it to him. Then she smiled at him. He loved the way she smiled at him. He was beginning to feel very comfortable with her, even though he was so hard and had no idea what she would do next.

After they finished eating, she asked him if he was ready to leave.

"Yes, Diana, whenever you are."

"You have to get out first, baby."

"I was waiting for the check."

"I've already arranged for that, sweetie. It's been charged to my room."

"I thought I should pay it, Diana."

"Ah, such a gentleman. But, sweetie, I invited you. Dinner is on me."

He slid out of the booth and she followed. She took his arm as they left the restaurant. He was afraid to look down, he knew he was hard...really hard. He hoped that no one noticed but he was sure everyone saw him. They went to the elevator and then to her room where she handed him the key. He opened the door and handed the key back to her. She went in and he followed. He closed the door as she went to the couch, sat down and looked at him.

He stood just inside the door, knowing what she expected. He quickly took all his clothes off, went to her, and knelt in front of her.

"Thank you for dinner, Mistress Diana."

She reached out and touched his cheek.

"You're very welcome, my pet."

She kept her hand on his cheek, looking at him. She looked so serious. Thomas wondered what had happened. After about a minute, she spoke again. "How many orgasms have you had since we met, Thomas?"

"Three, Mistress...but I haven't had one since Tuesday."

"Do you know how many I've had in that time?"

"No, Mistress."

"None, baby...I can't enjoy an orgasm when I'm alone. I need to be able to see...and feel...and touch...and talk...I needed to be with you."

Actually, she hadn't had one since Albert had passed. She hadn't been ready until now.

"Mistress, I had no idea. You must be very frustrated."

"I am, my pet. But, I'm hoping to remedy that very soon."

"I hope you will, Mistress. I'll do anything to help you."

She smiled and caressed his hair, smoothing it back from his forehead. Then she stood and reached down, offering him her hand. He took it and stood next to her.

"Let's go to the bedroom, my sweet."

In the bedroom, she stood at the foot of the bed.

"Undress me, Thomas."

He went behind her and unhooked her dress. He moved in front of her as she raised her arms. He gently pulled her dress over her head and hung it in the closet. He went behind her again and undid her bra, letting it fall onto her arms. He moved in front and took it from her, putting it in the laundry bag. He knelt in front of her and unhooked one stocking, then the other one. She sat on the bed and he took one shoe off, then the other one, and put them in the closet. He saw the way she watched him, her eyes gleaming. He rolled one stocking down and took it off. Then he rolled her other stocking down and took it off. He put both of them in the laundry bag. He unhooked her garter belt and put it in the laundry bag. Then he took her panties by the waistband and pulled them down gently as she lifted her hips. He pulled them down her legs and off. He glanced briefly at her dark pubic hair, then he put her panties in the laundry bag. He removed her necklace, her bracelet, and her rings. He held them in his hand and looked at her. She recognized the pleading in his eyes. Without a word, she took her earrings off and put them in his hand. He put her jewelry in the jewelry case. He knelt at her feet.

"What shall I do now, Mistress Diana?"

She stood. "Get on the bed, baby. On your knees. Your hands behind your back. Right there."

She was pointing to a place near the center of the bed.

He did as she asked. He waited, on his knees, his hands behind his back, as she walked over to her suitcase and took something from it. He turned his head so he could watch her as she walked away from him and as she walked back. He sighed at the sight of her loveliness.

Then she lay down on the bed, close to him. She reached up and took his cock in her hand. He closed his eyes for a moment and moaned. When he opened his eyes, she showed him what she held in her other hand. His eyes widened when he saw that it was a dildo. She began to touch herself with it. Her face, her neck, her breasts, her tummy. She squeezed his cock slowly as she touched herself with the dildo. She moved it over her body, her eyes closed, her other hand fondling and squeezing his cock. It took all of his self-control to stay still. He watched her, his mouth open, his breathing rapid. She began to insert the dildo inside herself. Slowly, gradually, she moved it farther inside. He moaned again. She looked into his eyes, smiling, as the dildo went farther and farther inside. 

Then she began to move it slowly. Moving it out, and then back in. He watched as she moved her hips up and down, keeping her rhythm as she moved the dildo in and out. Her eyes were locked on his now. He could see her body moving out of the corner of his eye, but he kept his eyes on hers. He could see her smile, he could see her bite her lower lip, he could see her tongue as she licked her lips. He could hear her moan. He could see her writhe. He could see her breasts and her hips move, but he kept his eyes on hers. She squeezed his cock harder and he moaned louder. He wanted to pull the dildo away and fall on top of her. He wanted desperately to replace the dildo with himself. But he kept his hands behind his back. After about twenty minutes, her hips began to move faster and faster. Her body began to squirm and thrash. Her cries got louder and louder. Her eyes closed...and opened. Her eyes went right to his as they opened. Her hand squeezed his cock harder and harder. She began to orgasm. She cried out, a torrent of sounds...moans, whimpers, and sighs. Her hips moved faster and faster. Her eyelids fluttered. She exploded in orgasm, holding his cock with all her might. And then her body relaxed, her moans continuous, but lower in volume, her eyes closed. She lay there for several moments, still holding his cock but not squeezing it. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, and smiled. 

The dildo was still deep inside her. He tried to speak but his voice didn't work. She began to move the dildo again, moving it in and out, faster and faster, squeezing his cock again. After several minutes, she reached orgasm again. After a short wait, she began once more, reaching her third orgasm just a few minutes later. She lay there, breathing deeply, moaning softly. She looked up at him and spoke. "That was marvelous, my pet...simply marvelous."

He looked down at her hand, saw it still holding his cock. He didn't think he could wait another minute without an orgasm, but she just held him as she tried to catch her breath. They stayed like that for several minutes, then she spoke. "Lie down next to me, my pet."

He lay down and she cuddled up to him, her arm across his chest, caressing his arm and his shoulder and his chest, patting his nipple. He moaned, feeling the need for release. It was stronger than he had ever known. As she continued to caress him, he spoke.

"May I please have an orgasm, Mistress Diana? I'll do anything you want, please, Mistress.

She stopped caressing him. "Thomas...are you saying that you won't do what I want unless I allow you to have an orgasm?"

He was stunned when he realized how she had interpreted his comment.

"Oh, no, Mistress, not at all. I'll always do what you want."

"Even if I don't allow you an orgasm?"

He was trapped now...there was no good answer to her question. "Yes, Mistress Diana...I will always do what you want, no matter what."

She smiled and kissed his cheek. She began caressing him again. "You're just wonderful, baby. But don't ever try to negotiate or bargain with me. Let's get some sleep now."

He felt panic...what should he do...what could he do?

"Mistress, I didn't mean to negotiate with you, I'm so sorry, I'm begging you to allow me an orgasm, it's been so long for me, please, Mistress, please."

He was almost sobbing now. She held him close as he pleaded with her. She caressed him, trying to calm him. Finally, he stopped pleading and she kissed his cheek again. "Let's get some sleep, baby."

She snuggled up to him, her hand holding his cock again. "This is what I've craved all week, my pet. To feel the hardness in your arms, your shoulders, your chest...and your cock. To feel your need. And to hear the need in your voice. mmmmm."

He moaned. The feel of her body against his, the feel of her soft breasts against his arm, was beyond description for him. His entire being seemed to be centered in his cock and she was just holding it. He realized there was nothing he could do.




The Witch and The Bitch



"What a bitch!"

The insult come from someone waiting behind me, but I decided to ignore it for the moment.

I gave the cashier a dirty look, "Hurry up."

"Ma'am," she said, "I truly am sorry, but I just can't help you. Without a receipt there is no way I can authorise a return. It's company policy."

"Listen up little girl, I'll spell this out for you: I don't have a receipt. This dress was a gift. I'm not going to say it again."

"Perhaps you could ask the person who gave you the gift to return it for you?"

"This was from my husband! How do you think he would feel if he found out that I don't want it! Try using your little head!"

I could tell she was getting upset.

"Please, I truly can't help you. Can I just call my manager?"

"Don't you dare, you whore. I want this taken care of right now, no more stalling!"

The cashier gave up. She opened the register and started counted out my money.

"Here you are ma'am," she said in a small voice, "I'll just give you the refund now, and I'll try to take care of the details when my manager gets back from lunch. I'm sorry if I have inconvenienced you."

"Finally," I gloated, "You're just lucky I'm in a good mood today; I could easily have called the head office and had you fired."

I carelessly tossed the bundle of notes in to my handbag. As I turned to leave a petite goth girl with raven black hair blocked my escape. I recalled the earlier insult but chose not to act on it.

"Excuse me?" I said to her, "You are in my way."

"You weren't very nice just then," she said quietly.

"Being nice won't get you very far in this world."

"She could be in serious trouble because of you."

"As if I give a shit. She'll be lucky if I don't arrange trouble myself."

I smiled at the thought.

"I think that you should try to treat other people with respect," she said, now with a definite edge to her voice.

"I think that you should take your own advice. Do you know who I am?"

"I've seen you shopping here several times, you're always a bitch. You need to get laid."

"Very mature. How about you get the hell away from me right now, or else I call the police."

I pressed on ahead. I could hear her muttering something under her breath as I parted, but I couldn't understand her. I moved a little quicker and was soon safe outside. A friend and I had arranged to meet at a nearby restaurant and I decided to travel on foot.

After my walk I took a moment to check my make-up. Flawless as expected. I made my way inside without interruption, no one dared to ask if I had had a seat reserved.

We had agreed on a corner table, it was positioned against a large window. I like privacy like everyone else but who can resist showing off their expensive taste?

Mary was already waiting, she sat there observing the street through the glass. I took a seat on the opposite side. Her hair long brunette hair had been recently curled, she was wearing an expensive white dress. The color contrasted against her olive skin impressively.

"What can you see out there?" I asked her, not really interested in the answer.

"There's some kind of convention going on this week, I had to escape from a swarm of dykes on my way here."

"How dreadful. I can't understand those people at all."

"I can't argue with that."

She turned to look at me. As her eyes met mine she suddenly blushed and looked away.

"You... you look nice today," she said.

"I doubt it. My maid woke me late and I only had an hour to prepare!"

"No, really, you look so much better than usual."

Now it was my turn to blush, "Er... sure. Are you feeling all right?"

She blushed, "I don't know, since you arrived I do feel a little flushed."

She grinned at me and I turned to the window.

The waitress arrived in good time.

"Good afternoon. Can I take your orders?"

"A fruit salad."

"Well.. I think I'll have a great big chocolate sundae," Mary said with a grin.

The waitress looked at me, "Have we met before?" she asked.

"Probably, we come here a lot. Hurry up and get on with your job."

She looked at me awkwardly for a moment the walked off.I kept my attention on the street outside. There certainly were a lot of freaks stumbling around.

Something brushed against my foot.

"Sorry," said Mary.

I ignored her. A second later it happened again.

"Seriously now," I said with a frown, "Try to be a little more careful."

"I'm so sorry," she said with a giggle.

Several poorly dressed women had paired off, they were milling around holding hands and exchanging kisses.

"It's simply awful," I said discouragingly.

Eventually the waitress returned and placed our meals on the table. I gingerly picked at the salad while Mary greedily devoured her sundae.

"Please, show a little restraint," I said, barely holding back a laugh.

Mary ignored me and was finished in no time at all. She didn't seem satisfied by it.

"How about we order some drinks?" she asked.

I nodded absentmindedly and she called the waitress back.

The waitress arrived and handed me a wine list, I casually looked it over. I noticed that Mary had disappeared from sight.

Something brushed against my leg and I reached down. My hand was just below the tablecloth when it was suddenly grabbed. I choked back a yell of surprise.

"Do you require assistance?" asked the waitress politely.

I swallowed hard, "No. I'm fine. Could you make a recommendation?"

"For you? Certainly."

A second hand ran up under my dress. The waitress was saying something but I was too distracted to hear her.

"How about you decide," I mumbled.

Below the table a finger hooked around the side of my panties. I pulled away as much as I could manage.

"I'm not really allowed to make suggestions," said the waitress.

The finger gave a tug and the flimsy underwear were torn off! My hand was instantly released, the assailant quickly forced my legs apart.

I held my breath.

"Seriously, are you feeling well? That dress looks awfully tight."

"I... I'm fine," I stuttered.

A tongue ran up my thigh. I pulled down on the hemline of my dress.

Beneath me came a familiar giggle. I carefully lifted the tablecloth and was shocked to see Mary between my legs, pawing at my dress. She gave me a dirty grin then pushed her lips up against my pussy.

I tried to stay still as Mary's tongue ran along my slit. She was clearly in no mood for foreplay, her tongue danced across my skin with wildly. My knees pushed against her uselessly, she refused to budge.

Mary pulled her head back for a second and a prepared to escape Before I could gather my senses she pulled my legs up over her shoulders then dove back in.

The waitress was watching me with interest.

"Wow," she said.

I felt a bolt of pleasure run down my spine. No one had ever eaten me out like this before, and certainly never in such a public place. She was like a wild animal and my body was responding.

The tongue between my legs pressed against me forcefully. I slid forward, unconsciously grinding again her face.

My heart was beating faster every second. Her tongue began approached my clitoris, I prepared myself as best I could but when she made contact I still buckled wildly.

"Oh God," I moaned, "That's so good! Whatever you do don't stop!"

I glanced at the waitress and the look of lust on her face pushed me over the edge. The orgasm enveloped my entire body, the waves of pleasure were so powerful I nearly passed out. I had to bite down on a napkin to keep myself from screaming.

Mary gave me a final lick then ran her tongue back down my thigh, a moment later my feet were back on the ground. She climbed out and took her seat once more. I looked at her glistening face incredulously.

"How was that?" she asked me.

I took a deep breath, "What the hell came over you? I've never come so hard in my life!"

"I don't know. I just had the urge to get you off," she answered, licking my cum off of her lips.

The waitress looked at me, "Hardest you're ever come?"

She grinned and made her way under the table. A second later there was a new tongue running up my leg.



The Witch And The Demon



"Are you having second thoughts," He whispered. 

Claris Jack shook her head slowly, swallowing the dry knot forming in her throat, hoping he wouldn't notice her nervousness. Her hand found the cool glass of peach vodka on a large chest, draining the contents quickly. She set the glass down. He chuckle echo from the shadows of the room.

"If you don't want to do this tell me," He spoke again. She watched him approached her from the shadows. His hulking silhouette almost made her shiver. The dimmed lights of nearby lamps reveal his eerie handsome face. His gleaming silvery-blue eyes filled with concern.

"I want to," she said mentally practice what Jalamira taught her, Be cool, be cool. Take control of the situation. Claris pushed away from the small wooden table, approaching the tall, dark haired demon. She reached her long slender fingers caressing the smooth silk of his cheek. The physical contact sent a sensual jolt through her system. She forgot about her nervousness, feeding off of his needs and his sexuality.

She felt his arms close around her. His sizzling heat scorching the air. She felt herself being drawn closer against his rising cock. She heard a growl deep in his throat. He brought his hot mouth on her neck, suckling her heated moist skin.

"You taste delicious," he whispered. She could hear the deepening in his voice. She brought her arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to the cool silky white shirt he wore. 

His hand drifted down grabbing the lacy edge of her mini-dress. He inched the rough fabric up scratching her heated thighs. Her own emotions ran havoc over her senses. She had reined them in lest he suspect her true nature. She grasped when his hand gently cup her bare buttocks. 

"No panties," he spoke in her ear, "nice," He gave her tender ass a squeeze. She let out a yelp. Jalamira never mention anything like this. She felt him twirl her around under the cushion edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs. Her dress continued to creep up her slender lithe form. He pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. She instantly covered her expose breast.

"You don't need to hide from me," He brought a hand over her bare stomach, gliding a heated trail to her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath. 

Suddenly he stepped away. She looked at up at him questioning. Why did he stop? Inside her thigh throbbed, she found her hand creeping to her secret place.

"Lay down," He pushed her gently down on the cool silky quilt. She allowed him to lead her, her body drifting down. Her eyes still watched his face.

He stood above her, smirking. His face growing a vibrant scarlet from his arousal, " Go ahead touch it, let me see you fuck yourself," his own hands were busy undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

She obeyed instantly. Her hands brushing through the soft curls of her snatch. She looked down her slender body to watch as well, fascinated by what she was doing. She always was curious about pleasuring herself. Even at times attempted it, but never to such a degree. She slipped a finger between her engorged lips. Surprising herself with the feeling, she closed her eyes drowning in the sensations. She almost forgot who was there with her, opening an eye. She froze at the sight of now nude bronze body, his large thick muscle rippled under her gaze. Her heartbeat increased.

Her eyes drifted to what his hands were doing. She shook visibly all over, "Wow," She whispered. 

This time he laughed. He reached down grabbing her free hand wrapping it around his thick member, " Touch me, feel it," he growled.

She stroked around the thick base and feeling the hot skin over and over. It felt odd very different from her own. She stared at it in a trance, licking her dry lips. 

"Taste me ," He whispered. His hand gently grabbed her chin forcing her to look up at his face, "Open your mouth , Claudia," He commanded. 
She shouldn't be obeying him. Jalamira told her to take control of the situation, but this was getting out of hand, but she couldn't disobey. She couldn't stop herself from doing all that he commanded her to do without question. She wanted to please him. Make him happy. She opened her mouth stretching as wide as she could. His hands moved to back of her hand. He thrust his member forward, feeding her slowly. Instantly she wrapped her lips around the base. He grunted in approval bringing her head closer to his pelvis. 

Claris didn't need any further encouragement. She eagerly scooted forward, her mouth savoring the saltiness and bitterness of his member's fleshy surface. His hold changed from gentle to rough. His hips thrust forward with more force. She felt him at the hitting the back of her throat. 

"Fuck yourself," He commanded. She didn't exactly knew what he meant. However she remembered when he encouraged her early. She started plunging her finger in and out, feeling her bodily juices flowing more freely wetting the red silk comforter. She gave out a loud moan around his member. He howled loudly telling her how good it felt. 

Suddenly she felt him grab her head bringing it up. He pushed her to lay back on the bed with his body. His eyes glowed crazy red now and elongated canines flashing. She placed her hands on both sides of his head bringing her head to kiss him. He seemed surprised but only for the moment. Then his mouth embraced hers. She felt him edge her legs apart. Then he thrust into her swiftly. Her body seize up at the assault. He stopped looking down at her.

"Are you okay?" he whispered \. His strained voice admonish at the feeling. 

"It's okay," she breath quickly afraid that he would stop. She pumped her hips into his, rubbing his back. 

He took his queue pushing into her, getting deeper every time. She grabbed at his buttocks encouraging. She felt her own arousal return raising her hips to met his thrust. He reached around her hugging her close. His lips move from her mouth to her neck. She screamed her pleasure, her body building and climbing, clawing for something. Somewhere in the back of her mind she smelled burning. His skin was like hot steel.



Claris lay for hours under the sleeping fire demon. The morning was upon her. She had to get moving. Her cousin and her sister will worry. She did not want a scene with them breaking in the Red Dragon after hours. 

She tried to slide from underneath him, but that proved futile. His body weight down on her. It would be like moving dead weight. She thought about waking him, but she didn't want to have to deal with his questions.

"Well here it goes," She closed her eyes. Slowly her body transformed into smoke. Quickly she drifted away over to a nearby floor. Her body reform into solidity again. She quickly dressed making sure all evidence of her being there did not appear. She looked down longingly at his sleeping form then pressed a hand on her stomach. She will always have the fire demon with her. 

She closed her eyes imagining her sister, Kayla, wild red hair with and even wilder personality. Then her mind drifted to her cousin, Jalamira, short dark hair with laughing amber eyes. Suddenly they stood before her, peering with suspicious eyes. She glanced around at their surroundings. The parking lot of the nightclub they arrived had been abandoned, except for a three cars. 

Jalamira leaned against her cherry red convertible. Her arms cross over her chest. She smirked at her, "Had a good time," Kayla giggled beside her. 

Claris narrowed her violet eyes, "Don't be crass, Jala, what are you two still doing here," She moved forward opening the door to the passenger side, "I thought we were going to meet at the beach."

"We weren't sure about that guy, heard some things in the club, after you left," Jalamira walked around the driver's side. Kayla nodded in agreement slipping into the back behind her. She pulled closed the door at the same time Claris had. 

"He was a perfect gentleman," Claris pulled on her seatbelt. Her muscles still ached. She didn't want to draw any more observation from her family.

Jalamira started the car. She shifted the gears into reverse jamming on the gas. The sedan whirled around to face the entrance. She shifted it back into drive. They sped out of the parking lot. Claris clutched her seat while her sister hollered in joy, "Ja, slow down. This type of speed is illegal here," 

"Sorry," Jalamira muttered slowing the car down.

"Hey Ja," Kayla shouted from the back seat, " Tell Claris what we learned about her consort,"

"Oh he's real bad news," Jalamira gushed out. She place on her dark shades from a top her head, "He's actually the owner of that den of sin,"

"That doesn't make him bad," She said refusing to believe the hogwash gossip.

"They said he is the blood king," Kayla provided.

"What the hell does that mean," Claris snapped.

Jalamira shrugged, "Don't know, but anything with blood in it is never good,"

Claris grew sick of the conversation. Actually she was sick period. She could feel her body adjusting to the growing child inside her. A dizzying throb at the back of her skull and her stomach screamed for food, "I don't care what he is called or what he is...I will never see him again!" She bit out.

"Then our mission is successful," Jalamira inquired.

Kayla let out an excited yelp, clapping her hands, "I will be an aunt,"

Claris whispered softly, "It has to be secret until the council convenes again."

Jalamira resounded an agreement, "Yeah we want Valena to think she's won a little while longer."

"Let's hope this works," Claris leaned back in the seat. The coven council is due to meet in a week. Then they will choose the new blessed one. The one goddess Isis will grant unlimited power, too. Her name been thrown into the pot years ago by her father. He argued with the council that it was tradition for a Jack to be blessed. Her aunt before her went through the change and before her a great aunt. The only sacrifice is to produce a worthy male child to add to Isis army. She placed a hand over her stomach again extending her mind to the little boy who grew inside her. 

*****

Garrian Palestos jerked head from the soft pillow. He covered his eyes blocking out the piercing sunlight beaming through his room. He smiled reaching out his arm. A frown quickly formed on his lips. He turned his head to the empty space beside his bed. Where the hell was she? He sprung from the bed stalking around his apartments, opening the door of his bathroom. Finally he grabbed his desk phone dialing to the nightclub below.

"Hey boss," a bored deep voice spoke over the phone.

"Don't hey boss me," he growled, " Why didn't you stop her from leaving?"

"The blond with the body?" Drake questioned.

"Who else, Drake," 

"I didn't see her leave."

Of all the incompetent, "You let a slip of girl get the best of you," He shouted.

"Calm down, you know I will never let that happen," Drake quickly reassured him, "I was down here all morning. Didn't see a thing,"

Garrian slammed down the phone. He placed his fist on his hips looking around. The red silk sheets on his bed were rumpled. He saw telltale signs of burning along the edges. His dark brow furrow, could she have saw the edges? He tried to rein in his powers when he mated with a human. Unlike last night he never lost control of the situation. He cursed again. He had to find her. Erase her memory. His frown deepen. He thought about how he really liked this one. He had been drawn to her the moment they met. Throughout the night they talked with each other. He felt almost comfortable in her presence. Which did seemed a little odd, because he never allowed himself relax around anyone.

Inhaling he walked back over to his bathroom. The red and black tiled interior illuminated, taking up most of the bathroom was an oversize glass shower closet big enough for ten large men. Groaning he turned on the shower to steamy hot. Not flinching when the scolding water hit his skin. He thought about last night and the softest of her skin, her tightness hugging his dick. Her mouth. He ached to have her again. He looked down to see his cock standing at attention. He closed his hand around it, "Don't worry we'll have her again,"

Moments later after he had showered and dressed, Garrian stomped out of the private lift. Drake leaned over the shoulder of his younger brother, Claude. They glanced up. Their grim faces met him. He approached them stopping in front of them. He crossed his arms stabbing them with accusing eyes. His eyes moved between Drake and Claude, "What?"

"We were looking at the security tapes," Drake said. He stepped away from the security screen, "trying to find how she may have gotten out,"

"And?" Garrian asked expectantly.

"See for yourself," Drake pointed to the screen. It was the surveillance video of the parking lot. He saw a brand new cherry red Beemer parked in the corner. Two women leaned against the side. Both he recognized them from last night. They were with Claudia. The taller dark haired woman laughed at something the other had said. Her slender leather clad body languidly stretching over the edge of the hood. He had wanted to approach her first but Drake already drew her in conversation. The petite red hair one looked a little to close to jailbait for his taste.

"What happened between you two last night," He looked up from the screen.

Drake smiled then shrugged, "Not much, couldn't really do anything until you came back," 

He glanced back at the screen. A flash burst before the women. His lost lover appeared. His eyes widen. He backed away from the terminal. His head turned to his cousin, "Did you mess with the tape?"

"This is the real deal, cousin," Drake spoke solemnly slapping on the shoulder, "When I saw the tape I researched all the species who had teleportation abilities. I couldn't come up with any besides us,"

Garrian lowered himself into a nearby seat. His mind still tried to wrap around the possibility of a female demon. However they did not exist, so he quickly excuse that thought. If she'd been some bizarre entity, he could sense them. He was the blood king after all. He looked up at Drake , "Find them," 

Drake nod, "Claude remembers the names on the IDs, but he suspects the red haired one had to be fake,"

"We need to find out quick," He rose from his chair, "I have an investors meeting," He said gruffly, walking toward the door then turned, "Keep me posted on any developments."

Garrian slipped on his dark glasses once he exited the building. Already the Orlando streets filled with cars. He walked over to the parking lot going to the spot where she appeared. He caught traces of her scent. Gardenias and a light sprinkle of vanilla. He didn't recognize the scent of any particular manufacturer. 

He straightened himself walking over to his own black miata. He slid into the baby soft seat closing the door. Then he slid his key into the ignition, relishing at the gentle hum of the engine. He put the car in reverse then back into drive speeding out of the lot. His mind still filled with her scent.







Chapter Two:

"I'd like to deposit three thousand," the familiar husky voice spoke beside him.

Drake turned his head toward the nearby teller and her customer. He stepped back from his preoccupied teller to look over the plastic division. His eyes widen at seeing the tall dark-haired female from the red dragon club two weeks ago. She had longer hair now and her clothes leaned more to a professional dowdy look instead of the dominatrix outfit she wore. However he recognized her. He knew her scent anywhere. What he needed now was her real name.

"Okay Ms. Castairs, here's your receipt," He heard the teller say. He watched through the sheer plastic divider as the teller handed her a thin white slip of paper. She gave the woman a slight smile putting the paper in her small black purse.

He quickly grabbed his own receipt then stepped out in front of the woman, "Fancy seeing you here," He smiled at her shocked expression.

"Oh..." She stepped back. Her amber eyes fixed on him. He saw her quickly regain her composure. She responded in cooler tones, "Drake- how have you been?" She moved closer. Her hips sway in the gray pencil skirt she wore.

"Wonderful," He looked around, "Want to get some coffee?" he asked casually.

She looked reluctant. He tried to make himself look a little desperate throwing a hopeful puppy dog look in for added dramatics. She smiled softly showing hits of pearly white teeth "I would be glad, too, but I can't waste much time. I have to be at work by ten,"

"Johnson's café is next door," he said, remembering the small mom and pop's café he passed. 

"Let's go then," 

He held out his arm for her to take They left the bank together in silence. Once they were outside he spoke again, "You haven't came back to the club in a while," 

A small smile touched her lips, "I've been busy,"

"Yeah I know how work can get in the way," he chuckled, "There it is," He pointed to the corner café. They walked to the shop. He opened the door for her following her inside. 

"Order whatever you want," Drake whispered to her, "I'll take care of it,"

"I really rather..." she started. 
He held up a hand interrupting her, "Please ...it will do me a great pleasure."

"Okay," She ordered a small chai tea and a blueberry muffin. He chose a large cappuccino with chocolate and a chocolate muffin. He paid for it then they took their seats at a quiet spot in a dark corner. Not many people were inside the café a this time of morning. So they had the convenience of a more intimate setting.

"Janice is it," he threw out the false name she had given him. 

She cleared her throat and leaned forward and whispered, "Why don't you call me Jalamira." 

"Jalamira," He imitated her pronunciation. She said it with such an odd accent, he only manage to stumble over the sound, "That is a rather peculiar name. Where is it from?" He asked.

"Just a name," She said turning around looking over at the counter, "I think our order is ready," She started to rise. 

"I'll get it," He rose quickly. She lowered back down in the chair.

Drake raced over to the counter almost afraid that she would change her mind about the coffee. He balanced their order on a provided tray, carefully walking back to their table. He placed their drink and muffin on the small table and sat down regarding her with a humorous look. She continued to have a nervous look about her, "It's really great running into you again," He spoke once more. He needed more information about her. Who was she? Why all the secrecy? He admitted to himself after all these months. 

"Yeah...again just been really business with work and ...things," She sipped her drink.

He took a sip of his own drink then lean back. She wanted to play the game with him. So be it, "My cousin was really hung up over the way your friend left him that night,"

She lowered her dark lids looking down at her muffin, "He was," 

"Yeah been trying to find her everywhere," he started on his muffin, slowly peeling back the thick papery cup underneath, "He finally gave up,"

"Seems she have made quiet an impression," She chimed in. She took another sip of her drink, almost draining it this time. 

"Like someone else I know," He gave her an exaggerated wink. She gave him a reluctant half-smile. What is wrong with her? This was not the cool, bold female from the other night. He would have sworn she was her twin, if he hadn't recognized her scent right off.

"Thank you," she said then quickly took a glance at her wristwatch.

"Anyway we could get those two together again," he spoke nonchalantly, "I know Garrian would be willing to take another go at it...maybe double date," 

"Claris really doesn't have that kind of time these days," she said.

His dark eyebrows snapped together, "I thought her name was Claudia?" 




The Witch and the Demon



They met in a bar earlier in the night, her looking a victim, him looking for a simple good time. She spotted him sitting in his corner booth, sipping his drink as his eyes darted around the bar at the various girls. She recognized the look in his eyes the moment she saw him. It was the look of a beast on the hunt, the glare of a creature seeking something very specific. She watched as his eyes followed the mercurial writhing of a girl dancing by the jukebox, some young thing in tight jeans probably unwinding after some college exam. No, this one wouldn't be lost to some nubile whore. She would claim this beast for her own. She downed her drink and ordered another from the bartender, adding to the order a second glass of whatever the gentleman in the corner booth was having. With a raised brow and a knowing smirk the bartender, an old friend of the woman's, filled the glasses and placed them beside her.

As the hunter's eyes remained locked on the student, he drained his rum and coke with practiced control. He was getting into acquisition mode. He found himself aware of everything connected to him and resorting to conscious action for the simplest movements. He had been in this state before. Whenever he hunted or focused, he came to a state of heightened awareness. This awareness made him perfectly mindful of the stranger's approach. He could smell the rum in one of the glasses. Clearly this one was meant for him. He kept his eyes on his prospective prey until at last the glass was placed beside him. A glance shot down to the full glass, then up to his empty one with the three slowly melting ice cubes, then back to the girl at the jukebox. Too late. She was dancing against some frat boy that would undoubtedly leave her unsatisfied and probably pregnant by morning. His prey snatched by an unwitting adversary, he decided to cut his losses and see what this woman with the drink wanted. He turned and motioned for the stranger to join him, setting down one glass to take up another.

If one thing could be said about the exchanges between the two in that corner booth that evening, it would be called a dance of minds and souls. His eyes bored into her as he took in the scent of the drink, enjoying the mingling of the ingredients while checking for anything mind-altering. Her smile and soothing voice worked to tear down his own defenses. They talked as they drank, never looking away from each other, always smiling. The words were simply a show. The real exchange was going on unspoken in their eyes. Names weren't needed. Jobs weren't needed. They both knew as soon as she sat down what would happen. As soon as the drinks were finished the invite back to her place was given and accepted. They paid the tabs and walked out together, into the night and into their mutual lust.

They stepped into her house a tangle of arms, legs, and lips. His hands held her close as her skirt was hiked up inch by inch. She wrapped one leg around him, grinding already against him as she held onto him with one hand and worked at opening his pants with the other. She managed to free his stiffened member just as he was able to lift her skirt to her waist, revealing her freshly shaved, tantalizingly moist slit. He could smell her arousal and feel the moisture as she teased his hardness, her hand working his shaft as she brought the head against her opening without letting it in. She moistened more at the sound of his frustrated growl, knowing he wanted in her. She admitted to herself, judging by the length and girth of his rod, that once she did let him into her wet flower it would be an overwhelming sensation. He wasn't enormous, therefore it wouldn't be too painful, but he was exactly big enough that he would make her feel full and pleased. She giggled as he growled louder biting into her neck and trying harder to force his way into her. Finally she squeezed his shaft and looked him in the eyes, holding his hardness against her slit.

"Do you want it," she asked, knowing perfectly well from the fire in his eyes that he was ready to take her as hard as possible and at any cost. He nodded slowly, entirely aware of the throbbing in his own shaft and the wetness awaiting him. 

She smiled and released her hand, quickly latching onto his shoulder and moaning as he was driven into her, penetrating deep into her with every inch of his member, grunting at the unexpected tightness of her insides. Growling, he pulled himself back and thrust in again, pinning her against the wall as he lifted her legs around him. She moaned again as he impaled her on his hardness, relishing in the sensation of his meat filling her wet and eager hole. It took everything she had to remember she was here, pinned to this wall, allowing this lowly man into her body for a reason. She needed a victim, a puppet. As he thrust into her he guided her up and down the length of his shaft, panting as he violated her insides over and over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself tight against him, riding his manhood with all her strength. The first step was to make him eager to release his seed inside her. She needed to tease and tempt him until his mind was too clouded to resist her will. She tightened her walls around his shaft, letting gravity and his thrusts drive him deep into her until the head of his member kissed her cervix. The sensation he caused was phenomenal. As she panted and moaned she fought to maintain her own mind against the overwhelming lust. Finally, after a barrage of lustful, intoxicating thrusts, she felt what she was after. His member was swelling up within her, pulsing against her insides and hardening even more. He was about to cum. She quickly reached down between them and squeezed his shaft again, ensuring not even a drop of seed would escape into her without her say-so. Gripping him tight, she slid herself down to her hand and sat still on his member, grinning wickedly as she looked into his eyes. She could see the desire behind them, the passion in his soul and the eagerness to leave his mark. Slowly she shook her head and climbed off, moaning under her breath as the amazing rod left her. Stepping behind him she wrapped her arms around his waist and explored with one hand while the other held tight, giggling in his ear as she stroked him slowly.

"You have to earn the right to shoot inside me," she whispered teasingly in his ear, stroking a bit faster. He moaned as she stroked him, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight for long. Her hands moved like silky constructs of pleasure, one moving along the length of his shaft as the other explored him, then rested below his rod, cupping and massaging his balls. His head lolled back as his moans grew louder, his hands reaching back and gripping her firm buttocks. Feeling herself moisten more at the feel of his hands and the simple desire for more of him, she stroked faster as he hardened and pulsed. She peered around him to watch her silky hands work, eager to see he load all over her palm and fingers.

"Do it," she said, "cum all over my hands." Her hot breath teased his neck as she spoke, her hands unrelenting. It didn't take long for her efforts to come to fruition. After only a few more strokes he groaned as his load released onto her waiting hands, coating them with hot, sticky seed. Smirking and wetter than ever, she stepped back and examined the fluid on her fingers. It was warm and tingled just a little. As he turned to regard her, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked some of the seed off her fingers, slowly cleaning her hand with her tongue for him to watch. She smiled up at him as she licked the last of the cum from her fingers, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Next she would lead him to the bed and make him eat her out, then tie him to the headboard and ride him until she had everything she needed to control him for good. At least, that is what she thought would happen.

She approached him, reaching to take his hand and lead him to his fate. As soon as she was within reach, however, things changed. The weakened, limped man she was preparing to command was suddenly strong and fiery again. He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her against himself, turning her around so her rear was firmly against his member. Holding her tight he reached down with one hand and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground at her feet, revealing her unrestrained lower half. Growling in her ear, he reached between her legs and ran a finger along her wet slit, teasing her.

"Now its your turn," he said in a low voice by her ear. His finger found and slowly rubbed her sensitive button as he listened closely to her responses. His grip slowly loosened on her wrist as she stopped struggling and started giving in to the pleasure. He slipped his now free hand under her top and cupped her supple breast, squeezing and massaging as his other hand slips a finger into her wet opening, his thumb taking over the duty of rubbing her tender clit. Her moans as he worked her were like a fine wine to his ears. He massaged her breast deeper, slipping another finger into her. She moaned louder as he worked her, losing her battle to maintain composure and allowing her hands to explore and grip madly. One silky hand found itself atop his strong hand between her legs, holding it against her as she bucked instinctively against his movements. The other hand made its to the back of his head and laced its fingers through his hair, holding him to her as best she could. The sensations doubled as she felt him press against her from behind, his member stiffening again while pressing against her ass. Moaning, she found herself unable to speak as he returned the favor she had given him. Working her faster, he hooked his fingers, seeking and probing her g-spot at the same time as his thumb worked her clit, driving her into a frenzy of lust.

"Now you cum," he whispered into her ear before biting into her neck, pinching her nipple and working her faster. Her hips bucked wildly and without shame now as she spiraled toward orgasm. His grip, his breath, his words, all seemed to have some mind-numbing affect. Finally her eyes rolled back and she screamed her pleasure, releasing her honey as her orgasm rocked her body right at the moment that he pulled his hand away. Panting and blushing, she looked down to see the results of his attack. His hand was clean of her honey, which had instead covered her legs and squirted onto the floor. She could hear him chuckling behind her.

"Naughty girl," he said, looking over her shoulder at the puddle. Her face and chest burned red as she blushed at his words. Who was this man? How was he able to affect her like that? Taking her, making her cum without her permission, commanding her; it was all unacceptable. She would make him her puppet now and make him suffer for days before giving him another release. She stood a moment in her embarrassment as he took a towel from her kitchen and wiped his hand clean. 

When he returned, once again perfectly erect and ready to violate her again, she was naked and ready for him. She lead him teasingly to the bedroom, swaying her hips wide. At one point she stopped short and let him bump into her. She reached back between her own legs and grabbed hold of his shaft, taking him by surprise as she bent forward and guided him into her. She moaned low as she felt him penetrate her, but she kept her mind this time. She rocked back and forth a few times, letting him rest his hands on her hips as her juices coated his cock. She had to admit, she loved the feel of him inside her. As he began to thrust into her she picked up the pace until she knew he would be well coated, then jerked forward to remove him from her. Before he had time to push it back in she grabbed his manhood again and forced into herself again, this time into the even tighter bud that was her ass, letting him feel the tightness of her rear. His grip tightened as he groaned, sparing no time in his efforts to take this hole as well. His manhood throbbed as he began thrusting into her tight ass, panting hard as they moved. Her moans grew loud and passionate as she straightened up, her hands exploring her own body as he took her. The thrusting grew harder and faster, his groans devolving into growls of sheer pleasure. She could feel every pulsing inch of him as he drilled into her. She worked in constant rhythm with his thrusts, pressing her ass back against him as he thrust deep. Moaning, she felt herself nearing another orgasm as he began to swell inside her. She knew she couldn't let him cum inside her yet. If she didn't have him bound to her bed when he seeded her the spell would never take. Panting and moaning, she let her own orgasm wash over her again, coating her legs with more of her honey as she felt him harden and pulse, nearing his own climax. She thrust back faster, waiting until the pivotal moment then pulling off and letting his seed shoot instead onto the small of her back. She had always loved the feel of a man's cum, and this was by far no exception. Again she felt the warmth of his seed and the odd tingle that came with this one.

Panting and red, she lead the way the rest of the distance to the bed, taking in the feel of her victim's cum on her back, seeping down over her buttocks. She opened the door with a flourish, revealing a beautiful canopied bed. Turning to face him, she saw the lust in his eyes. He wanted to have more, and he would. Reaching down to his member, she stroked him to full erection again, then pulled off his pants and fell to her knees. She took him into her mouth, tasting the first couple rounds of excitement on him and watching his face contort in more pleasure. His shirt came off with ease, revealing his stern musculature. As soon as she was sure he was ready to give in, she pulled away and bounded onto the bed. Arms and legs both spread, she invited him to come and do to her everything they both wanted him to do.

He needed no prompting. As soon as the words left her mouth he was on the bed and on top of her, forcing his hard member into her sweet slit again. Grunting as he began to thrust, he made every effort to listen to her moans, taking in the sight and sound of her ecstasy. In little time at all they were both thrusting hard and fast against each other, seeming to compete to be the first to cause climax.

"Please," she panted, "let me ride you." In a swift motion of thrust and roll, she was atop him, his hands firmly gripping her hips as he guided her along his shaft. Seemingly out of nowhere, a silk scarf was produced and tied around his wrists. She had to work fast. He felt amazing inside her and this meant if she didn't hurry she'd forget all about the spell. The scarf was tied to the headboard of the bed and the spell commenced. She had to get him to release inside her, then collect the fluid along with a hair and some sweat. She would then be able to recite the incantation and make him her willing slave. She unleashed her arsenal of passion, riding him as hard as she could, grinding her slit on his cock, her hands locking together over her head as she moaned and panted.

"I know what you're doing," the man growled. She stopped her attack and looked down at his face. There was a knowing, wicked grin and his eyes seemed to glow.

"So do I," she attempted, " I'm showing a man with an amazing cock the best night of his life." She tried to regain her prowess and began riding again, squeezing her walls tight around his shaft to try to make him cum faster.

"You want to control me," he growled, "you won't succeed." With renewed strength he snapped the material of the scarf in two and lunged forward, flipping her onto her back and thrusting deep. She moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as she fell onto her back, followed by him driving his rod in until it penetrated into her womb. Holding himself deep inside her, his hardness pressing into the deepest reaches of her body, he growled low and leaned in close, his eyes aglow.

"What...what are you," she asked, both aroused and terrified. She feared for her life, but she could fight the sudden desire for more. The only thing more intoxicating than his actions before was him now. He had overcome her own powers and was overwhelming her with just the energy he was emitting. She felt certain she would be dead by morning, but she didn't care. She hated herself for it, but she had to have more.

"A demon," he whispered in her ear, "You want my seed, my hair and my sweat. I will fill you with so much seed you swell and have not room for anything else, but you will not have the components you need." With this last word he pulled back and thrust again, penetrating once again into her womb. Unable to speak anymore above the ecstasy, she moaned loud, hating herself for loving it all so much. His thrusts became harder and faster than before, his strong hands holding her down by her wrists, not allowing her to go anywhere he didn't want her. His growling grew louder and more arousing. She felt herself gushing around his cock as he violated her. Never before had she been on the receiving end of such control. She tried to hate it, but it was a drug to her now. She wanted him to fill her, to make her his vessel for every drop of his seed. As he took her deep and hard, she couldn't help begging for more.

"Please," she moaned, "please cum. I want your cum deep in my womb." Her face burned hot as the words came out. She didn't care if she got pregnant or if she died of dehydration. She wanted his seed within her more than she wanted anything else in life. Her pleas only lead to harder and harder thrusting as the Demon's member pulsed again and began swelling inside her once again. She prayed it wouldn't be long before he released.

"First you," he panted, clearly holding back a massive load, "cum for Master." Somehow his words words drove her over. She couldn't resist him any longer. She had to obey. Her body going red with blush, she screamed out in pleasure as yet another orgasm took her, coating the Demon's cock in her honey. Thrusting in deep, the Demon unleashed his own climax, pumping what felt like gallons of hot seed into her. The seed poured into her womb, hotter than the previous loads and tingling in a disturbing yet arousing way. Finally containing the seed she sought, the woman allowed herself to slowly begin drifting off to sleep.

She never made it to sleep, though. She found herself jostled awake as he lifted her onto his lap, moving her up and down his shaft again. His eyes glowed still, boring into her soul as he gazed at her. She tried to force herself off of him so she could sleep, but he only redoubled his movements, taking her again and again.

"Please," she begged, "I'm spent." She looked pleadingly into his glaring eyes, not wanting to admit that his mercilessness was only making her wetter.

"We're nowhere near done," he said, grinning wickedly as a jolt of energy seemed to erupt into her back from one of his fingers and she found herself wide awake and moving with him. She gripped his shoulders and began riding hard, finding herself thinking only of his pleasure. With each thrust he impaled her again, sloshing the cum already filling her womb around his manhood. His erection never wavered as he slammed into her, visibly enjoying the sight and sound of her giving her body over to him. Harder and harder she rode him, panting and moaning, begging for more. She followed his every command, crying out for his seed to shoot again into her.

"Say it," he commanded, "say it and I'll let you have more." He thrust harder, swelling again, knowing she was inches from another mind-numbing orgasm.

"Please, Master," she begged, blushing as the words flowed so readily from her mouth, "please give me more!" She moaned loud, trembling with her biggest orgasm yet. She tried to beg again as she knew he wanted, but she had lost her words and could only moan as he pounded into her more and more. She screamed in joy as his teeth sank into her shoulder and his seed blasted again into her womb, spilling out into her pussy. She panted in ecstasy as his newest load pumped into her. Finally he pulled out of her and stepped away to the kitchen for a drink, ordering her to stay put and keep ready for the next round. She lie on the bed, unable to move even if she'd wanted to, watching the perfect form of this creature she had brought into her home and into her womb. His manhood still stood perfectly erect, as if it was completely unfazed by all the loads it had already given her. The Demon stood before her fridge, choosing and downing a drink.




The Witch and the Demon



As the Demon drank, she decided that she may be wise to find a spell to command him quicker than the usual one. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, pushing herself up unsteadily. She shakily crawled to the head of the bed and found her spell book. Rifling through the pages, she never heard him walk up behind her. A hand came from nowhere and tossed away the book as his weight settled on the bed again behind her, his other hand on her back, holding her in place.

"Looks like someone wants to go anal too," he said, grinding the length of his shaft along her bud, "Very well. I will fill all of your holes until there's nothing left." Gripping her sides he pulled her back as his member pierced her bud for a second time and impaled her deep. The hot, tingling seed seeping out of her slit ran down her leg as she was thrust into again. Her fists clutched the pillow before her as she began to scream out in the same mix of pain and pleasure. No matter what he did to her, she loved it. He smacked her ass hard, thrusting again and again into her, chuckling to himself as he saw her reactions. On his orders she reached between her legs and dug out a handful of his seed and licked it up, confessing shamelessly how much she loved the taste. As sweat began to drip down her frame, he took her harder and faster, making sure her tight ass would recognize that she was his just as her pussy had. Faster and faster the thrusts came, orders flowing from him like the seed she wanted. She followed every order to the letter, fingering herself, tasting the fluids, begging for more, anything he wanted her to do. At last, after an onslaught of powerful, deep thrusts, he came again, filling her colon with his seed. The hot, tingling fluid flowing into her ass pushed her into yet another uncontrollable orgasm.

Her screams and moans filled the house as, time and again, he ravaged her body and came in and on her. He filled her ass and pussy until his efforts to enter her caused his seed to spill out, then began on her mouth. He ordered her to taste him again and again, telling her to describe how much she loved the taste, and she did. His seed was like the finest wine to her waiting mouth. Fingering herself furiously, she serviced him again and again with her mouth until she was full. Once she could swallow no more, she begged him to move on to something else. Laughing at her protests, he agreed and laid back, ordering her to uses her supple, ample breasts to service him. She obediently sandwiched his cock between her breasts and worked along his shaft, occasionally liking the head, until at last he spilled another load, coating her face and chest with his cum.

In the predawn light she lay on the bed, weak and willing, eager for more despite her lack of room. She begged him for more, promising to scoop out and eat every drop until she was empty so he could fill her again. The Demon, standing by the window, turned to her. He was still hard and ready. His eyes examined her exhausted body. She was coated head to toe in sweat and cum. It was seeping from all three holes. He grinned and nodded slowly. He came to the bed and took her one last time, making sure to use each hole over and over, thrusting hard and fast until they both came hard again. She collapsed with this final orgasm, too weak to move, relishing in the hot tingle of his seed within her, hoping there would be some way to always hold onto this feeling.

As she lie there, she watched him slowly clean and dress himself. He then regarded her from beside the bed. He knelt down and looked her in the eyes. It seemed as though he were judging her.

"In my world," he said to her, "attempting to control one of Us is an automatic execution. But you are by far one of the best I've ever had. You won't be able to control me, ever, but I won't kill you. If you ever want more, you will know where to find me." He stood and walked out the door without another word. As the morning sun came through the window and bathed her in light, she felt a terrifying sensation. She looked at the bed. Smoke was coming from it, and from her. Every place in her home, on her, and inside her began spewing smoke. Her insides were tingling and heated as it felt like the gallons of seed he filled her with seemed to boil away. Every last drop of him was being removed from her belly, her womb, her ass, everywhere. The feeling terrified and aroused her. As the tingly boiling continued she writhed and moaned in the bed, gripping the covers until her knuckles turned white. At last, as the last of his essence boiled away, she reached another orgasm and lapsed immediately into sleep, dreaming of her Demon Master.

Two weeks later, the Witch stepped into the bar wearing very little. She sat at the bar and ordered a drink, then looked around the room. Nothing but weaklings and children. None would compare to the creature that had violated her so wonderfully. Finally her eyes rested on the corner booth where she met him. It appeared empty. She looked down into her drink and sighed. If only she could get him one more time. A sudden warm breeze stirred her and she looked up again. There he was, sitting in the booth, watching her.



The Witch And The Demon



Jalamira placed a hand over her mouth. She knew going with Drake was a mistake. At first she did not think meeting him for a cup of coffee. Actually if she got lucky they end up sweaty and smiling at some nearby hotel. She mentally cursed again. Her heat cycle got her mind in a jumble. Under thick black lashes she watch his face twist into a thoughtful expression. Just her luck he actually had a brain. She caressed her arms rubbing them swiftly underneath the long sleeve silk blouse she wore. Despite the Florida heat and the absence of air conditioner at the café. She was freezing. 

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"You want to get out of here?" She spit out. She connected her shoe with his leg running the tip of the toe up his jeans. 

He grabbed her foot, firmly setting it down, "Not really," he said firmly.

She groaned inwardly. Drake was a little too smart for his own good, "That's okay," She muttered leaning back. She felt edgy. His rejection took a blow at her ego. 

He reached over the table grabbing her hand, "Doesn't mean that I will never want to," 

She brought her eyes to met his silvery blue ones. He's long black hair flowed loosely around his tanned golden face. She was glad he didn't wear the ridiculous amounts of gel like the night they met. The soft loose dark locks soften his hawk like features and hard mouth.

Suddenly she heard the familiar heavy metal ring tone. She automatically slipped her hand out of his, reaching for the small red cell phone in her purse, "I'm sorry I'm on call." She apologized turning the phone over to take a glance at the caller -id. Her heart slammed into her chest when she saw Claris number appeared. Why is she calling me now? She wondered. 

"That's okay," He said.

Jalamira sent him another apologetic smile, rising the phone quickly to her ear, "Hello," She spoke softly turning her head to face the wall.

"Jala...you need to come now...Valena is here..." Claris strained voice practically shouted through the phone.

"What the hell is she there for?" She growled. The bitch had no reason to be near Claris. 

"I didn't let her in she has guys with her. They broke down the door," Claris spoke again.

"Stay there. I' ll be right over," She turned the phone off, rising quickly out her seat.

"That didn't sound right," Drake rose with her, "She seems upset," 

"I have to go," She hurried to the entrance. She heard his heavy steps behind her. He may have heard Claris and the urgency in her voice. She didn't know whether to let him come along or blow him off. Could he even handle Valena's so-call private guard? She doubted even her ability to handle them.

"I'm coming with you," He told her in a determine tone once they got outside.

"Really Drake you don't need to come..." 

"We'll take my car," He grabbed her wrist before she could reject. He dragged her over back over to the bank parking lot. They headed to his large black navigator. He ordered her to get in. Again Jalamira decided to explain to him that he was not needed. He barked at her again to get in.

"Fuck, Fuck," Jalamira continue to curse running around to the passenger side. She didn't have time to waste. Valena had not been happy about the final judgment of the council. Rumors had been going around that she started to amass an alarming number of dangerous allies. 

Once she closed the door. She turned to Drake, "Do you have weapons?"

He gave her an alarmed look, "Uh yeah in the glove department," he started the engine. The SUV hummed smoothly to life. He threw in reverse then back into drive, "Where does she live,"

"You know where 50 and winter haven is," She pulled the large glossy black pistol from it's hiding place. She checked the chambers to see if it were loaded, it wasn't, "It's not loaded," She shrieked. 

"Of course it's not." He sped out of the parking lot, "The bullets are in the back in one of the small cardboard boxes."

"Enter the address in the GPS," He indicated the keyboard.

"Alright," she hesitatingly typed in the address. Automatically the screen lit up with a dark blue line drawn from their departure point to the large estate Claris lived on. 

"At granger rd turn right," the mechanical female voice spoke. She rolled her eyes heavenward. He chuckled despite the urgency of the matter.

Her phone rang again. She quickly answered it knowing instantly who it was, "Where are you?" Claris spoke in hush tones, "They're in the house."

"I'm on my way, honeybee, just hold on. Did you try to contact your parents," She asked. At the same time reaching her arm around the back, feeling for the box of bullets.

"I tried to get a hold of them but no one is answering. I keep getting a busy signal," Claris let out an exasperated sign, "I didn't think she would be that angry,"

"Missing out on a chance to be top dog. I'd believe it," Jalamira let out a shout when she found the box. She quickly grabbed it, pouring the contents on her lap. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Claris asked her.

"Coming to rescue you," She pulled open the chamber then quickly started placing the gold and silver bullets in. She heard Claris gasp.

"What is it?" She asked

"Hurry...bye," Claris ended the call quickly.

"Bye" Jalamira dropped the phone in her lap.

"So you've done this before," Drake finally said. He had been listening quietly all along. 

"I like guns," She continued to load the chamber until it was completely full.

"Tell me something," He started, " Why doesn't she just blink out of there?"

"She can't just blink out of there if she's pregnant," Jalamira froze. What the hell did he know about teleportation? That was a secret maintain by higher witches in the coven. She slowly turned her head to see his face set in a grim expression.

"Pregnant?" he repeated with a wooden tone. 

"Look, Drake I'll explain everything later," She said.

"I better call Garrian."

*******

Claris huddled behind the locked master bedroom door. Valena and her men forced their way through the thick oak doors front door. She immediately grabbed her father's rifle from the cabinet along with a hand full of bullets. Then ran up to the master bedroom bolting inside. She couldn't understand why the wards fell so easily. Her father assured her they were solid.

"Claris darling where are you?" Valena false sweet voice echoed through the second floor. 

She grasp as another rippling pain hit her stomach. Her baby seemed to be very agitated. He felt vulnerable in her womb. She couldn't gather the slightest bit of juice to transport to safety. Outside the door, the house thundered with the heavy footsteps. She heard furniture crashing and fabric tearing. They were getting closer by the moment. Where the hell was Jalamira?

"Claris, could you be that predictable," Valena's sickly sweet voice spoke outside the door, "Why boys I believe she is in the master bedroom with the rifle," 

Claris swallowed hard. She backed away from the door, aiming the barrel of the shotgun. Her finger firmly planted on the trigger, "Come on Bitch, make your move," She whisper. Sweat on her forehead beaded profusely. She ached to wipe it away, but she had to concentrate.

"Claris, lovely," Valena voice spoke through the door now, "I really don't want to hurt you."

She remained silent. Valena tended to get off knowing someone is suffering. She's the one her father sent to dispense their enemies. Her military training came in handy many times for the coven. Unfortunately it backfired on them. 

Claris steadied the weapon, willing herself to stay calm. Hopefully, Jalamira will get here in time. Why the hell her cousin chose to attend work today? Claris' father owned the damn company. She exhaled.

"The baby is an abomination," Valena continued to taunt her, "Imagine breeding with a fire demon. Why what will your child look like?"

"He'll look like his father," Claris shouted. It almost took all the energy she had. She felt herself waver.

"A beast," Valena giggle uncontrollably, "A scaly, slimy beast," She stopped then spoke again this time softly, "Is that what you want to present to our goddess?"

"She didn't seem to have a problem with it before," Claris spoke again.

"That's because she is thinking what everyone else is," Valena continue her verbal assault, apparently acting like she had all the time in the world, "Beautiful, blond Claris will produce a beautiful, blond child." 

There was silence after that. Then she heard noise downstairs. The estate sirens s went off. Valena's men started shouted at the top of their lungs, almost sounding like beast themselves. Shots rang out. Valena screeched loudly. Claris sense her presence leave the mansion. She scrambled to the door wrenching it open. 

"Claris!" Jalamira shouted. She heard her hurried steps coming up the stairs.

"Jala," Claris shouted then followed with a scream. She doubled over in pain. Her vision blurred and her body crumbled to the floor.

"Claris," Jalamira ran to her cousin side, "Drake!"

Drake ran up the steps to the second floor balcony. He looked down at Claris' writhing form then up at her. He came forward kneeling down beside them, "What do we do?" He yelled above Claris loud moans.

"We have to get her to the temple," She stood up, "Madame Elaine will help her!"

"Temple?" He reach over, cradling the helpless Claris. He rose slowly lifting her, "She's having a demon baby. She needs to go to Winston,"

"Winston," Jalamira shouted, "Who the hell was Winston?" she continued," Elaine knows more about her pregnancy," she passed him in the hall. 

"Winston has been delivering demon babies for over a thousand years," He argue, "It would be better to get him to look at her,"

She rolled her eyes rounding the corner proceeding Drake to the landing of the stairs when a suffocating heat hit her face. She stepped back clutching her throat. Her eyes scanned in the bottom floor. The doors hung limp on their hinges. The whole bottom floor had been traipse through. Suddenly a tall dark form marched through the dilapidated entrance. Her eyes widen at the familiar face. Of course he called his cousin, she mussed, but how? She didn't see him use a phone.

"Come quickly, Drake," he held up an upturn hand, "I told Winston to expect us,"

She turned sideways to Drake, "But."

Drake gave her an apologetic look, "Winston will be good for her," He hurriedly carried her cousin down to the waiting Garrian. She exhaled following them. Maybe she could hide out in Alaska. Uncle Calen hated the cold weather.

Garrian lifted the weak sweating Claris from Drake's arms. He looked down at her. She seemed smaller than when they last met. His eyes drifted lovingly over her limp form. Her face now a scarlet red and damp from the sweating. Her eyes closed and her mouth open. Then her head rolled limply towards him. She opened her watery slanted violet-blue eyes, "Garrian," She whispered. 

"Later," he commanded. He sensed her need to start explaining to him. However he had no idea if those creatures roaming her mansion will return. He hugged her close carrying her out of the front door, down the wide concrete steps to his waiting car. Some of the clan members that came with him roaming around the front yard near the large black SUV's. They sent him a mental message telling him that the mansion had cleared. Drake had hurried forward opening the passenger door. He lowered her in the leather seat trying to situate her comfortably. He closed the door behind her.

He stood up quickly looking around, "Where the hell is her family?,"

"Right here," a female voice responded behind him.

He turned completely around to face the tall dark hair woman. Oh Drake's little crush. He thought. He pierce with a frozen glare, "Where the members of her family?"

She huffed, "New York," her eyes went to Claris, "We had no idea this would happen?"

"You should have took precautions," He stated with a harsh tone then he nodded to Drake sending him a message to bring her along. He jogged around to the driver's seat, starting the engine throwing the car into drive. He sped around the large circular driveway an out the gate. 

"I'm sorry," he heard her whisper softly. He should be angry. He knew that much. He had basically been made a fool of. Almost denied the knowing of his son. He should have nothing to do with her after the birth. However something pulled at him. He found he couldn't leave her.

He reached to cover her hand with his larger one. He squeeze it gently, "Don't try to speak," He said, "Winston will help you,"

*****

Claris opened her eyes at the cool touch of the hand. Her eyes glanced around the cavernous red and black room. It reminded her of Garrian's room at the Red dragon, but  decorated in a much older European style. She attempted to rise but slender hands held her down gently. She looked up. Jalamira loomed over her. Her cousin appeared haggard. She felt a pang of guilt for putting the woman through this. 

"I'm still pregnant," She smiled weakly, caressing her expose flat tummy. 

"That's what Winston said," Jalamira brushed stray dark hairs from her smooth forehead, "He gave you something to make the pain go away,"

She frowned at that, "Is that safe?"

"He said it was," Jalamira said almost helplessly, "They didn't really ask my opinion on the subject." 

"Do you think Valena will try again?," She asked.

"I don't know, but we need to beef up security now," Jalamira rose from her seat, " Your father is not going to like this,"

"Were you able to get in contact with him and the others?"

Jalamira shook her head, "No" She looked thoughtful, "It's odd. No one answered. The phone's just went to voicemail,"

"Father told me that he will call tomorrow," Claris supplied, "Maybe they are having a emergence ceremony commencing the start of the council."

"Yeah...let's hope that what it is," Jalamira stroll over to one the narrow rectangle floor length windows. The sun burst through sheer white curtains. She could just make out the tops of trees. They seemed to stretch out for miles into the horizon.

"Where are we?"

"Palestos estate," Jalamira turned from the window, "It appears we are in the middle of no where,"

Her eyes drifted back to her stomach, "Did you tell him why?"

"He didn't ask ...yet" Jalamira approached the bed again. She still wore her dowdy office wear. She looked damn uncomfortable. Her cousin rapidly rubbed her arms making the thin silken material of the blouse wrinkle. 

"What's wrong," 

"Nothing, Nothing," Jalamira gave her a nervous smile, " Just wondered when he will start the interrogation, "

Claris knew it would be soon. Was he waiting for the baby to arrive? What will he do? Her own knowledge about demons stemmed from what her father taught her. His lessons about their nature were from a harsh prejudice. He scared her with harrowing tales of their savagery, but she had yet to experience any of what he mention since being around Garrian.

"Do you feel anymore pain?" Jalamira lean against a thick oak column at the bottom of the bed. It held up the thick red canopy about her.

"Oddly enough no," Claris smirked. However she did feel extremely tired. Her stomach ached from the emptiness. She recalled only eating a fruit salad and some toast. The previous day taught her a lesson about stuffing herself so early in the morning. She spent the afternoon and evening bent over her toilet, "I am hungry," She admitted

"Garrian said he'll have a plate sent up soon," Jalamira rushed forward, "Do you feel cold, too" She grabbed a nearby blanket yanking it out and draping it over her legs, "They keep it freezing in here,"

Actually Claris felt a bit heated but did not want to voice her opinion. Her cousin appeared to be out of sorts for the moment. Being part wolf gave her some unpredictable moments, "Thanks, Jala," She muttered. She felt her eyes getting a little heavy. She feared that her going to sleep, she would miss talking with Garrian. They had a lot to speak about. Maybe talking about her marketing plans for Halbourt solutions will keep her awake, "Sit tell me about how your ideas for reconstructing of the marketing department went,"



Chapter Three:

Jalamira softly closed the door behind her. Claris had unceremoniously fell asleep in the midst of their conversation. She signed. Claris needed her rest. Jalamira needed a man. Her heat cycle intensified with the closeness of so much testosterone. Drake did nothing to alleviate her aching. He avoided her at every turn. Not even looking her way. Damn him. He was not the only meat around. 

She headed down the wide dimly lit corridor. The estate was more like a castle than a house, set back in the Florida wilderness. So there will be no quick ride into town. She saw almost nothing during the ride in. She cursed again. Damn him.

"Hello, Ms Castairs," a polite baritone greeted her. She smiled at the broad shoulder brown haired demon, Claude coming towards her. She saw him at the club that night. He only treated her with politeness. Maybe he thought she was with Drake. 

"Hello...Claude is it," She swayed closer to him, her head thrust forward.

"Yes...um...Lord Garrian sent me to...check on Lady Claris and yourself," He backed away from her.

She crowed him against a nearby wall. She leaned into him allowing her body to press into his. His silvery blue eyes ignited at the contact, but she still felt his hesitation, "She's sleep and ...I'm horny," She blow a cool breath over his lips. She placed her hands on the wall on both sides of his head, bringing her face closer. His eyes widen.

"Now what do we do about it?" She grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth biting down as she grinded her pelvis into his.

"You take a cold shower," Drake spoke behind her.

Jalamira turned around she smiled. She slowly back into Claude's stiff muscled form, watching the enrage expression on Drake's face. "Hello Drake," She reached down, grabbing Claude's limp hands hanging at his sides, covering her aching breasts with them. 

"What are you doing?" Drake stomped forward. His stormy gaze taking in the scene.

"Drake...she came on to me... I sorry man," Claude tried to remove his hands from her breast, "I would never take your woman,"

Drake stepped back regarding her. His face still red with anger, "You don't have to explain. Apparently someone can't wait when she's told too,"

"I wait for no one," She continue grind her buttocks on Claude cock, gasping when it started pointing at her. She needed to get off now. Drake won't stop her.

"You'll wait for me," Drake growled. He grabbed her wrist pulling her roughly, almost violently, to him. Her body slammed against his. She gave him a expectant look. He looked over her shoulder at Claude, "Why don't we give her what she needs, brother,"

"I don't fuck in groups," She spat out, twisting in his arms and arching her body, she sought to break free.

"You will learn when I say wait, you will wait," He pressed her snug against him. His thick arms like steel around her.

"I'm not a dog for you to command," 

"Enough of your back talk" He grounded out a snarl in her ear. She felt a suffocating wave of heat hit her face. The space around them blurred, she found herself dump unceremoniously in the middle of a large round bed with black silk sheets. She scooted to her knees looking around. She realized it was a round bed place in the middle of a barren room. The walls appeared to be painted in black fur. Small lips were sprinkled throughout the room. The windows virtually absent. 

Drake moved into her eyesight. A sensuous smile on his lips, his silvery blue eyes flashing. He came forward, his long strong fingers, grasping at the collar of her blouse, "Now you have a choice to either to be the obedient little slave or a naughty child who will be spanked. "




The Witch And The Demon



She stared with longing at him. Her heart hammered in her ears, she couldn't think correctly. The heat rode on her emotions. She felt dizzy from the knowledge that she will be well satisfied. She smiled ruefully at the thought of a group fuck. It was the reason she left her father's protection choosing to live with her mother. Group sex was apart of the wolfen nature. Her father told her of the need to ensure a proper mate. She argued that it was another perverted answer to the wolves' domination of their female.

"I'm waiting, Jalamira," He left her side. His brother joined him. Claude eyes glowed a white light. His skin flushed red. She saw his canines protruding in his panting mouth. Oh he was turned up and on big time. What the hell she thought. Always try something new every day. She leaned over on all fours crawling to the edge of the bed. She lowered her head in an act of submission bringing her face close to the tent of his jeans. She nudged it with her fore heard, sniffing the glorious scent of his desire.

"That's it my love," Drake's voice grew more gentler. He threaded his fingers through her curls, "I'll take care of you real good, baby," He grabbed a fist of her hair bringing her head up. She was level with his face. He pressed her lips to his, caressing her mouth more than kissing it. She was taken back by his gentleness. His lips departed from her mouth trailing small heated kisses to her ear. 

" Let us get you out of the clothes," He moved away waving a hand over her body. Her clothes melted away into ashes. Then his clothes followed as well as Claude's. She gasped at the sight of their perfection. Their bodies were more muscular, heavier than a male wolf's. Then before her eyes their bronze golden skin molted revealing red scaly skin. She reached out at Drake's broad chest running her hand over the slick glossy surface. The feel of his true form filled with her heart with wild excitement.

Drake sucked in his breath at the touch of her fingertips. He wanted her to explore his body. Accept him for what he was. He never allowed any woman to see his form. His sexual experience limited only to human females. He wanted take her hard and fast without inhibition. Despite her boldness, she was still very delicate and fragile. Females always were. He moved onto the bed to join her. He communicated with his brother to do the same.

The bed dipped under their added weight. He slipped an arm around the smallness of her waist his mouth returning to hers. Her skin was heat as well. He didn't know if it was from his fire or her own. He allowed a hand to trace the curve of her spine to the base of her neck. She shuddered against him. His brother moved behind her. Claude face move to hover over the high curve of her buttocks. He tongue delved between the two firm cheeks. She let a delicate scream.

Not to be over done by his brother Drake dipped his head between her breasts. His tongue licked valley between the huge sun-kissed globes. He moaned at tasting her sweet skin. He felt her hands running down his ribs to his buttocks. She threw head back letting out a growl.

"Oh yesss," she shouted. He continued the assault on her breast grabbing the coffee colored nipples between his teeth. His tongue found the metal ring that anchored from them. His hands gliding down between her legs plunging his fingers between the bald lips begging careful not to scratch with his long talons. Immediately they were coated with her gushing juices. 

"Pull them," She begged. He obeyed locking his teeth onto the small gold ring. He gave it a gentle tugged. She moan squeeze his cheeks. 

Claude hands came between her thighs from behind. He fingers his brothers thick fingers plunging in her as well. They pushed in her building up a constant tempo. Drake felt her hand find his cock wrapping around the thick base. He watch her free hand grab his brother's. She gasped hold, stroking them aggressively. Her ministrations caught the rhythm of their hands. Claude gave his approval. Drake joined him. 

Drake pushed his pelvis forward giving her more of him. At some point, he ended on his back. Jalamira was bent over him. Her hands still pumping along his dick and now her mouth now sucked the tip. Her ass rose in the air. His brother face buried into her crotched, he heard her moan around his cock. He knew she was feeling the points of Claude canines. He smiled at remembering to attempt that as well. He loved hearing her small sounds of pain. 

He raised his pelvis plunging further into her hot mouth, grabbing her silkly black curls. He growled his pleasure. Her mouth felt so good. She suckled greedily. He obliged fucking her face furiously. His teeth grind against each other. He felt himself giving away. He didn't want to end it already wanting to come with her. He roughly pulled her head from his cock. She growled in protest. He saw her canines protruding in her parted mouth. Her pupils were dilated. Her face contorted in savage arousal. 

"It's time, my sweet," He gasped her upper arms. She moved to straddle him. He sulked himself into her tight wet sheath. He nodded to his brother who grasped hold of her firm cheeks parting them. Claude thrust forward. He felt his brother through the thin membrane.

She let out an animalistic growl. Her hands made a fist in the sheets beside him. They stopped allowing her to adjust to the full feeling. However she was already eager to continue grinding her hips in a circle between them. Drake was the first to continue raising his hips to push deeper into her. His brother did the same. Soon they moved into a comfortable tempo that bound their bodies together grasping for a combine savage pleasure, soaring higher until the peak of desire was reached.

Jalamira quicken her pace. Her urgency egged on the two men. Her orgasm quickly crept over her. Then suddenly burst before her eyes, waves of ecstasy throbbed through her body. She let out another scream combining with the men deeper yells. Then her body went limp. She crumpled on top of Drake heaving form, panting. Claude body pressed down on her. She felt him breath hard against the ear. She couldn't move. In truth she did not want to. She wanted to stay like this away from the confines of her world wrapped in constant love and pleasure. 

"I feel Garrian's nudged," Claude muttered. He languidly lifted from her back sliding out of her buttocks. She reached around to grab a hold of his thick wrist trying to pull him back.

He chuckled leaning forward to kiss the tops of her head, "If I don't go he will come find us. Maybe join in on the fun," 

"Would you like that ma petite?" Drake smooth a large hand across her damp for head.

She reluctantly shook her head, "Do you have to go," She whispered against his chest.

He laughed smacking her left cheek hard, "You want another go," Claude laughed as well. He already went back to his human form. His clothes reappeared on his body. She straightened up to straddling Drake. He gripped her hips firmly. His member was semi-hard inside her. His form had also returned back to human. 

"Maybe later we'll continue without my brother," Claude winked at his brother bringing his head to fully kiss her on the lips. 

"I will only share once, brother," Drake purposely jab into her, letting her know who she really belong too. 

She let out a yelp against Claude lips. She stopped kissing Claude, narrowing her eyes down at Drake's smiling face. His eyes flashing up at her in a challenge enjoying y the thought of her as his possession. The macho ass, she thought.

"I better go," Claude spoke. His face contorted in concentration. Garrian must be giving the brother a brutal lecture. The space around him distorted then he was gone.

She looked down Drake, "What about you?"

"Later," he whispered, "Garrian understands," His hand moved to her wrist. He pulled her back down on top him. Her face came inches from him. They stared at each other in silence. She felt his hips continue to writhe against her. She felt her own desire ignite, "Now we have more privacy," he rolled her over to where she now laid underneath him.

"Oh," was all she could do in response. His skin started to molt against. His eyes bored into her. He gave her a savage grin. She arched her body against him, bringing her legs around his hips. Her arms closed around his chest, "Yesss" 

********

Garrian rubbed his free hand down the side of the stiff dark material of his pants. He held a brimming tray of chicken noodle soup, apple juice and crackers with cheese. All of a sudden felt his three hundred years. He never thought about having offspring. He felt he had time to live out his bachelor years, flitting from one female to another. Now in a few months he will be someone's father. Fate really threw him a curve ball.

"Are you going in," Claude's voice spoke behind him. 

"Sure we just can't stand here all day," he composed himself. He was the leader of a powerful clan. Respected from powerful vampires and wolves. He will just tell Claris what was going to happen from now on. She will bow her head in obedience. Females needed a man to take control, his father once said.

Claude moved ahead of him opening the door, carrying a silver stand for the tray and a large pitcher of cold apple juice. Though he suspected Winston added something to it. Always trying to improve on his healing potions. He took being the clan's healer way too seriously. 

"She's still sleeping," Claude whispered harshly. He leaned further over Claris prone body. She lay completely still on her back. Her hands clasp over her mid-section. He stood by his cousin watching her. She was an exquisite woman. slender and small-bone despite her tall height. She had the purest alabaster skin he had every seen. Untouched by sunspots or age. Her baby-fine hair had been pulled back in a severe bun. He longed to undo the delicate tendrils and run his hands through the softness. The night they were together he loved how it sway lightly around her slim waist. 

"I'll be checking the surveillance again," Claude cleared his throat, "I doubt they'll be stupid enough to attack us,"

"Remember to change guards every four hours," He said.

"Okay," Claude left the room, but not without chuckling. He closed the door softly behind him.

Garrian set the tray on the stand, taking the time to arrange the dishes. His eyes continue to dart her way. He really hated to wake her. She needed her rest. He had to remember to maybe hire some female maids. She really shouldn't be over-extending herself. He will talk to Drake tonight.

"Food," he heard her tired voice.

He turned around to see her violet eyes looking hungrily at the tray. She slowly started to sit up. He came over grasping her waist. The physical contact sent an immediate charge through him. She seemed to have felt it too. They stared at each other with a mixture of shock and sensual excitement. She was the one to break contact looking down at his arm around her waist.

"I think I can sit up by myself," She said breathlessly.

"You need help," he insisted gently hauling her to a seated position.

She grunted softly from his efforts. He felt her hands pressing flat against his chest, feeling their delicate strength through the cotton polo shirt he wore. She seemed to be pushing him away. He looked down at her hands. Wasn't the silly girl aware she was in a delicate way? She needed his strength.

"I can manage, Garrian," Her voice was stronger now, with a slight irritation edged in it. 

He backed away not wanting to upset her. He scooted to the edge of the bed towards the tray, "I brought you chicken soup...it's Francois special recipe,"

Claris watched Garrian's stiff back. His hurt emotions flowed over her. She almost wanted to apologize to him. However something held her back. She scrambled to the edge of the bed. It would be better to focus her attention on food. Food makes everything better. She reached for one of the crackers with thick chucks of cheese placed on them. She stuffed it in her mouth following with another one and another one.

"We better feed you often," he commented. His deep timbre reached her ears. 

She glanced sideways at him. His black hair had been trimmed recently, revealing the severe outline of his face. He regarded her under thick eyebrows. His expression serious though with the underlining humor, "I suppose you want to talk about why." She took a gulp of the cold apple juice than laid it aside.

"Why me?" 

Reluctantly she turned fully towards him, positioning herself cross legged on the bed. She inhaled thinking about how to start the conversation without upsetting or insulting him. She admitted days ago that it was insulting. She hated using anyone for any matter. Her father just pushed her so hard. Her own resolve broke down. She just really wanted to please everyone involve, "Garrian..." she started, "When I came to the red dragon that night. I had no intention on just going after you. We really needed any demon willing to have a go,"

"Oh so... you just closed your eyes and pointed," he mocked.

"Your hurt?" 

"I don't get hurt...I get angry very angry," he leaned forward, "So you better start over again. The content better be to my liking,"

"We decided to breed me with a demon so a child of the union will be satisfactory to the goddess," she struggled to maintain an even, conciliator tone.

His dark brows snapped together, "That sounds sick and selfish. Start again."

She crossed her arms over her chest indignantly, "I cannot hope that you understand our traditions."

"Have you ever thought about how I would feel when I found out," He started holding up his hand when she began to interrupt, "I would have found out you can count on that."

Claris let out a shaken breath. She felt a wretchedness of mind she'd never known before. Somehow all the excuses she gave herself crumbled into a cloud of dust. She should have thought about the whole thing. She should have stood up to her father. Now she earned the disgust of a decent person. She stared in his blazing glare. She couldn't give her baby to Isis now or ever. She couldn't accept the gift of mother. This was not right. She swallowed hard and bit back tears. All of sudden her emotions overwhelm her. Her felt ready to burst.

"I forgive you," he voice grave. She saw his angry slipping away from his face. His expression was still unreadable. She only had his tempestuous emotions. They were a hit and miss at best.

"Why?" she asked

"Do you really want to know why," he gave her a rueful look.

She decided it would be best not to, "Where do we go from here?" She said it more to herself than him. It really was her decision to make. Abet a difficult one but still hers. There were a lot of people counting on her, especially the special one inside her. 

"That's simple," he said suddenly, "You will stay with me. I'll handle everything,"

Her irritation renewed. Of all the high-handed, "Garrian I cannot stay with you, forever,"

"You will," he said stubbornly, "If not for yourself than for the baby's sake."

She wave a finger at him, "Don't you use my child to manipulate my decisions," her voice grew louder.

"Our child," he corrected. His handsome face set in a determined mode, "or rather my child,"

Claris scrambled out of the bed, but was caught by her wrist. She looked back at him as he hauled her against his chest. At some point, he rolled on top of her pinning her arms above her head. His body laying fully on her, however he appeared careful not to crush her, "Get off of me,"

"Promise you'll obey," he commanded. 

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me.," she warned him. 

"Claris..." he started but never was able to finish. Something pulled away from her flinging him off her body into the wall. She stood up from the bed. Rage boiled over her. She was sure that it was not all hers. Yet could not place where the extra anger came from. She looked down at Garrian. He lay unmoving. An indention of his body showed in the wall. She guest he hit pretty hard. 

" Garrian," she rushed to his side, " I'm sorry," He didn't move.

The door to the bedroom crashed open. Her cousin ran over to her, "What happen!" She pulled her away to the other side of the room. 

"Oh shit! Garrian," Drake voice shouted. He ran over to his cousin.

Claris just watched shocked. Jalamira's arms closed around her shoulders. She heard her voice kept asking what happened. She turned to her. Her eyes wide, "I threw him off me-"

"I thought your powers were null," her cousin whispered in her ear.

Claude and Drake helped Garrian up. He appeared okay though groggy. They helped him over to the bed, which her and Jalamira immediately vacated.

"I don't think I did that," she said.

"Then who did it," Drake said hearing her. He had turned around pinning her with a cold stare.

"Hey she could not possibly have done that," Jalamira interrupted, "Think about it Drake! She would have needed my help at the house,"

Drake changed his expression. He ran a hand through his long hair, "I felt Garrian being struck by a powerful force."

Claris thought about it as well. She could not have struck Garrian. She would never intentionally hurt him. No matter how much he pissed her off. 

"He's waking up," Claude shouted.

Garrian slowly shook himself, "What happened,"

"You son had objection to rough handling,"



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 00-01







The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 00-01



"You were exposed longer."

Zak pulled his arm from Seth's grip and stopped. "Don't you mean I'm weaker than Remi? Go on," he snarled, "say it."

He clenched his fists wanting to strike something. He wouldn't hit Seth, though. He loved Seth like the baby brother he never had. He'd punch Remi—if I can catch the slippery son-of-a-bitch. The last time someone tried nailing the red weredragon, Zak ended up getting clocked in the eye. It had been the pretty Arborian witch.

"You're not weaker," Seth grated. "There's no such thing as weaker, only less trained." He looked around before settling his pale gaze on Zak again. "Now, are we getting our asses out of here, or are you going to wait for the serum to wear off so you can get mauled by dozens of ravenous vamps intent on draining you of your precious dragon's blood?"

Zak winced at the mention of dragon. Strange, how he didn't mind being temporarily turned into a blood-sucking vampire, and yet the reminder that he could shift into a dragon made him shudder like an idiot. The thought of not being in control did not sit well with him. Zachariel Wilder must never lose control.

"Fine," he grumbled just as a few female vamps approached. They watched Zak and Seth with wide bright eyes, their nostrils flaring a bit.

Next to Zak, Seth growled and the vamps took a step back when a few of his tiger stripes became visible on his forearms. They darted by Zak and Seth, one of them hissing at them.

"Shit," Zak huffed as they took off in the opposite direction, quickening their pace.

"Forget about changing. Let's go directly to the spaceport. Devon is waiting there with our Vipers."

They wove through the tunnels until arriving at the transportation hangar. Boarding a shuttle, they exited the arena via a protected transport chute. The crystal-clear tube dove beneath the ocean a few miles before resurfacing and merging with more common transport chutes above.

Zak was amazed at how quickly the new planet had become populated. Made mostly of ice, the buildings of the city they passed through soared into the night sky, glittering with millions of lights. It amazed Zak to think his commander, Devon, had used his telekinetic powers to haul a dead planet into the exact spot the destroyed planet of Crystalia had once orbited and recreate it almost exactly. This he had done for his love, Angel, who was Crystalian.

Zak took a deep breath. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?"

"Devon's a fucking god," Seth murmured next to him.

Zak turned back to him with a raised brow. As always, the weretigri's expression was blank.

"Yeah. He's really powerful." Zak pursed his lips. "Good thing he's on our side."

Seth remained mute, his sky-blue eyes glued on the glittering city around them.

"Geez, Seth," Zak sighed in exasperation. "Spit it out already."

Seth leaned back in the plush velvet seat of the shuttle, the glow of lights shining through the glass windows illuminating half his face. "I keep dreaming that a golden-haired angel with black wings breaks open the gates of Hell."

Zak felt his skin prickle with fear. "Davariel?"

"The angel has Devon's face."

And Devon was the living replica of his fallen angel father, except that the son's hair was blacker than pitch. All images of the fallen Angel di la morte had been removed from the galactic databases, as though his very likeness could reach out and destroy again. The most beautiful Seraph ever born was feared that much—Devon and Lucien's father. "But Davariel turned before being pushed into the realm of shadows. Dev and Luke's mother, the Master Guardian Luciel, redeemed him."

Seth was silent a moment. "Angel is pregnant."

Zak frowned. "You think Devon and Angel's child is going to be the new dark prince? The baby is wingless. We saw him on Quinn's scan."

"Whenever a mortal passes into the realm of demons they transform...acquire wings."

The image of Lucien and the demon wings he sported came unbidden to Zak's mind. The ex-second in command's eyes glowed with the same unholy light as Devon's bioluminescent eyes. However, Seth said he saw black wings. Lucien had dark red demon's wings.

The feel of Seth's hand sliding around the back of his neck startled Zak. The wereling slid over in his seat and pressed his forehead to Zak's. Pale eyes gazed into his, pupils dilating impossibly wide, the black flickering with a fiery glow. Zak stiffened, wanting to pull away, but the void sucked him in.

Beneath Zak's booted feet lay snow and ice, the color of blood and ash; overhead, a sky boiling with poison and absolute cold. He fell to his knees in terror, his hair whipping across his face in the raging wind. Around him, blackened trees twisted in agony, limbs raised to the sky as if in supplication to a god that no longer protected them. He swore inwardly as he peered through the mangled dead trees. A vast ocean, frozen for centuries, and beneath the black depths lay the gates of Hell. Zak knew exactly where he was.

"Megdoluc," he rasped.

He knew the gates weren't completely sealed. Over three hundred years ago, the fallen angel Davariel tried to break them open and managed to crack the portal, and somehow Zak was now standing at the very edge of the entryway to Hell. The frozen whirlpool had to measure at least a mile across, with congealed waves arching around it about one hundred feet high, like icy jaws. The funnel yawned down into black eternity.

Zak wanted to back away, but his body would not respond to his mental commands. The sound of beating wings drew Zak's gaze up. He almost expected to see Remi in dragon form swooping down to rescue him from falling into the pit... and into Hell, but that wasn't what he saw.

A golden-haired Seraph hovered overhead with the blackest wings Zak had ever seen. He held a sword, blood dripping from the silver blade. The angel was hurt, his wings beating weakly, and then he plummeted into the void.

"No," Zak screamed, his hand reaching out in futility.

The beautiful creature disappeared within the darkness and a rumbling started.

The stench was so overpowering, Zak began to retch, his eyes watering and nose running. Turning around, his hands hit the unforgiving ice as his body convulsed, the contents of his stomach spattering everything beneath him. Zak cursed and spit with a grimace, feeling the ground shake harder. Behind him, the sound of wings multiplied, as if billions of bats were flying out of the broken portal. Without looking, he knew they weren't bats.

Zak turned, fist against his mouth, tears leaking from his eyes. A black shape rose from the pit, in its arms laid the bleeding angel. Zak's heart raced until he thought it would explode. The dark shape lifted its head to stare at Zak.

"Stop," Zak screamed.

Zak was down on the floor of the shuttle, heaving, gagging as his whole body shuddered in revulsion and terror. He didn't know when he'd fallen, but his whole being shook, and sweat covered his body.

"Fuck, Seth," he panted. "Do that shit again and I swear I'll tear you to pieces."

Seth only stared at him with emotionless eyes. "Get your shit together. We're entering the spaceport."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 02



Alluna disconnected the charging cable from Rayne's glass enclosure. The raven-haired doll laid motionless, as she had for the past moon cycles. Mama had threatened to violently thrash Alluna's hide if she ever allowed Rayne's power to deplete itself.

Alluna peered closer at her. Long sooty lashes rested against rose-kissed cheeks. Rayne's lips were parted slightly, showing a hint of white teeth. The doll's body was swathed in a pale blue cloth as she floated within the glass case with her long black hair flowing like liquid satin around her.

Alluna had seen her eyes open once. She'd forgotten to hook the doll up one time in the very first days mama had left her in Alluna's care. When she'd remembered, Alluna had rushed to the top of the tower. Rayne had opened her eyes. The sparkling blue orbs leaked tears and her mouth worked soundlessly. The doll looked terrified, looked as if she were gasping for breath. Alluna knew a moment of sheer panic and took the thick cord that ran from a glowing metal box in the corner of the tower room. She attached it to a metal plate on the side of the glass case and watched the doll's mouth slacken, her eyes flutter and soon she was still again, her chest rising and falling as though she slumbered.

She sighed loudly, her breath misting the top of the glass case. Using the hem of her green gown, she rubbed the glass until it shimmered again.

When would mama come back? Days had gone by since the golden angel appeared in her tower room. Was mama still upset that her flute had been lost? Alluna was certain the song she'd played lured the angel to her. If she only knew where the flute was, she'd play again for him.

"Dreaming about that fair faced demon again?"

Alluna spun to face the only other human that ever spoke to her—mama.

"Y-you frightened me," she panted, her hand going up to her chest. Dismay filled her as mama's frown deepened. Alluna had forgotten to wear her chest brace. Her cheeks flamed with shame as she crossed her arms over her deformed chest.

Mama snorted, her eyes narrowing. "Could it be possible? You crave the golden-haired demon's touch?"

Alluna flinched when mama stalked closer. Touch? "W-why would I do that?"

Mama laughed, her eyes raking Alluna's trembling form with disdain. "Aye. The seeds of lust are growing in you, my girl. The demon will see your filthy udders and crave them. He'll clip painful chains on your nipples and tug just to hear you scream and beg for mercy.

Alluna shrank back, quivering. Mama's green eyes glowed, her dark face looming in Alluna's vision, and then it wasn't mama anymore.

Alluna saw herself standing in a chamber with dusky grey walls and a gleaming black floor. Her hands were chained up over her head and her nipples hurt. To her horror, when she looked down, two metal clips were attached to her erect nipples, a chain dangling between.

"Feel the pain, Alluna," a deep voice hissed behind her. A very large hand slid over her hip from behind to cup her between the legs. "Feel the pleasure."

Alluna moaned, her eyes darting to a glass wall before her. It wasn't the vast darkness of a star-speckled void that had her eyes gaping, but the reflection of a golden horned creature with demonic wings standing behind her that had her screaming in terror.

Mama's arms engulfed her as she sobbed, her whole body shaking.

"There-there, my girl," mama cooed. "Don't be afraid. Mama is here now. The demon won't ravish you."

"R-ravish?" Alluna sniffed.

She pulled back to look into mama's sullen face.

Mama's hand smoothed down Alluna's hair. "All males have an evil snake between their thighs." Alluna shivered with revulsion. How she hated snakes, feared them terribly. "They'll strike at you with their snake, cause you pain, make you bleed and fill you with their poison over and over until you become addicted to it, crave it, beg for it."

Alluna stared wide-eyed at mama, her fingers clutching mama's purple robes. Visions of the golden-haired one coming at her with a writhing snake between his thighs filled her mind. Alluna bit her lower lip with a whimper, shaking her head to dispel the disturbing thoughts.

Mama cocked her head to the side as her hand stroked down Alluna's hair. "The poison will make you sick, make you swell up until you explode and die."

Alluna's heart raced with terror. She shook her head. "No, mama. I won't let the snake near me."

Mama pouted, "But you already crave the demon, my girl. He's cast a spell on you."

Alluna gaped. He occupied her every thought. It was true. Mama was right. Alluna's hand came up to her throat as she shook her head emphatically. "I-I'll fight it, mama. I won't let it happen."

Mama cupped her face and leaned down, her green eyes blazing into Alluna's. "What you need to do is trap him."

Alluna's jaw dropped. "T-trap? B-but..."

Mama removed a delicate chain from around her neck and placed it around Alluna's. From the chain hung a pendant of a golden dragon with a tiny sapphire for its eye. "Sing to him the Dragon's Lullaby and place this around his neck. He will be enslaved to you and do your bidding. Then call to me. I will take care of the rest, my sweet girl."

"Y-you'll kill him?" Alluna swallowed, feeling something within her twist painfully at the thought of the golden creature dying.

"No, darling," mama shook her head, her brows furrowed. "I want to add him to my collection."

Alluna remembered mama's collection in the dungeon. She had a sleeping golden dragon, a vampire, and a reaper. They were all under her sleeping spell, except the vampire who'd turned to stone from lack of nourishment.

"Why do you need them, mama?"

Mama grinned. "I am going to unleash Leiravad from the realm of reflections."

Alluna blinked, confused. Mama had never told her this before. "Who?"

Mama's grin widened as well as her eyes, making a shiver of fear slide up Alluna's spine. "The Angel of destruction's reflection. His other self."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 02



"Seth has had visions. So has Angel."

"Angel?" Zak sat up straighter in his bed. "Angel has visions?"

Devon nodded. "She's having lots of strange and disturbing dreams." Devon rose and strode toward the glass to look out into space. "I've had my own share of disturbing dreams... of falling, seeing myself not in a human body, but made of light."

Zak frowned, looking closely at his commander's luminous eyes in the reflection of the glass. The man was inhumanly perfect. Maybe he's a little more than human. Maybe...

Devon's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I'm reaching out, there's another like me falling ahead of... us. There are two more behind me... two below."

Devon went silent and still. Zak waited, almost holding his breath for he was seeing in his mind what Devon was describing. Five entities of pure energy, not light, but pure energy, falling, falling...

"W-what happens, Dev?"

Devon's fingers curled into fists on the glass as he hung his head. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Zak, shaking his head. "Then there's nothing. Just darkness and" he lifted his arms, palms up, "nothing." 



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 03



Zak stared at Remi with raised brows. "What mission?"

Remi grinned, the bright overhead lights in Alpha 7's hangar glinting off his deep red hair. "A rescue mission." He turned to a wet, enraged Seth. "You in or not, Kitty-cat?"

"I will never become involved in one of your harebrained schemes," Seth spat shaking from fury.

Zak would have been pissed too if Remi had sobered him up by power-forcing him to vomit and then dropping a half ton ball of icy water on him. Just remembering Seth's body jerking in shock made Zak cringe.

"Rem," Zak sighed, "be a little more specific on the details of this rescue mission, bro."

Remi rolled his big green eyes with a long-suffering sigh. "Does no one on this space station trust me?"

"Not if one is sane, Red."

Zak turned to see Annie strolling up to where they stood.

Zak slipped an arm around her shoulders when she stepped up next to him. Her gaze swept over Seth and Zak tried not to snicker when she growled a bit, her gaze narrowing on Remi.

Remi scowled. "He was drunk. I was only helping sober him up for the mission."

Annie gasped and gave Seth a disapproving look. Before she could launch into chastising Seth about his behavior, Zak asked once more, "Remi, would you tell us who needs rescuing."

Remi's green-gold gaze blazed into Zak's. "Your witch."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 04



Warmth surrounded her. She tried to move, open her eyes, but her body refused to obey. Alluna whimpered. Strong arms tightened around her, the scent of fresh sunshine and wind enveloping her.

"Hush. I'm taking you home with me," an extremely deep voice said near her ear. She should have felt fear, but she didn't. Lips brushed over her forehead. "No one will ever hurt you again. I'll care for you."

She longed to see who spoke to her, but the comforting embrace of darkness pulled her deeper into oblivion.

She remained in a dreamless floating state until the distinct feel of the sun warming her face roused her. A gentle breeze caressed her face and soft grass tickled her arms and neck.

Alluna let out a soft moan as she struggled to open her eyes. The bright blue of the sky overhead was blinding. She blinked turning her head to the side as the breeze blew a lock of her dark hair across her cheek.

Alluna frowned. All around her were plants and flowers she'd never seen in her life. A few paces from her, a lake of deep turquoise water glittered like a jewel. Sitting up, Alluna swept her unruly tresses from her face feeling fear creep up her spine. Where was she? What happened? She didn't even think she was on her planet anymore.

Someone cleared their throat, making Alluna snap her head in the direction of the sound.

She gasped, looking up... and up-and up!

It was the largest human she'd ever seen in her life. His hair was like spun gold, falling in thick waves around bulky shoulders. Even though he was clothed completely in black, it did not hide the chiseled form of his chest, nor the bulging thighs encased in snug black pants. Her mouth dropped open when he placed one booted foot close to her ankle. The sheer size of his boot made her gape.

"Are you feeling better?"

His voice was black velvet over steel, deep, and so unlike anything she'd ever heard, it sent a shiver through her.

Alluna's gaze flew back to his face, and the beauty of it took her breath away... and terrified her.

It was her golden angel, only she didn't remember him being so...gigantic.

Dragon. The memory of the dream she'd had flashed through her mind.

He knelt by her side, the blue of his eyes mesmerizing her. Caramel lashes dipped in gold swept down and he licked his enticing lips before smiling at her. Her gaze went from watching his pink tongue dart out to wet lush lips to the beguiling dimples that creased his cheeks when he grinned. 

"Are you hungry?"

Alluna tore her eyes from the sight of his full mouth to watch his hand raise. Cupped within the long, thick fingers was an unfamiliar fruit, its skin a deep, almost glowing red with tiny flecks of gold.

Forbidden fruit.

Was this the demon wreaking havoc on her planet, sending the torrential rains and ruining the village crops? The villagers had though her responsible. They had tossed her...

Alluna gasped and looked back at the giant's face. They had tossed her into the dark pit in the Misty mountains. Mama had said that a fire-breathing demon lived there and preyed on young maidens.

But he looks like an angel.

Again, the vision of a golden dragon whispered through her thoughts.

The breeze blew his wild tresses out making her breath catch. He was too beautiful, too perfect.

Alluna slapped the fruit out of his hand and scrambled to her feet. Leaves and branches whipped at her legs and arms as she dashed into the strange forest.

"Wait," he called. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Alluna's feet flew over the ground, her breath hammering in and out of her parted lips. Snapping her head back, she peered over her shoulder to see if he followed.

The breath was knocked out of her lungs when she slammed into what felt like a rock wall. Alluna's teeth rattled as she fell back. Wincing in anticipation of slamming into the ground, she was suddenly jerked upright.

Alluna spread her fingers over a very hot, hard chest as she gaped into the angel's impossibly blue eyes.

"I've got you," he said softly.

Alluna stared wide-eyed up at him. His eyes swept over her face.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Again, he licked his lips and stared at her mouth as if he wanted to devour it.

His head began to descend toward hers, and, panicking, Alluna lifted her foot and kicked his shin.

He yelped, releasing her to grab his ankle, and Alluna ran as fast as she could, her screams ringing out.

Nothing seemed familiar, not the sky or surroundings. She was definitely no longer on Arboria and though she'd longed to see her golden angel again, the reality scared her spitless. Mama was right. He was so beautiful he had to be a demon... and his size. When he'd held her, she barely came up to the middle of his chest. His massive chest. The male's arms were so bulky, she would need both hands to span them-not that she planned to touch him. A quiver ran through her body just thinking about it.

"Hey," he called. "Stop. Let's talk. Please?"

Would her woodland guardians protect her so far from her planet? Alluna began to pray.

Out of breath, she stopped when she reached a rocky wall. Her ragged breathing filled her ears as she peered about for signs of the golden angel.

"Kid yourself not, silly girl," she admonished herself. "He's no angel."

"Actually, he's an Alpha Angel."

Alluna screamed when a devil appeared. His hair was the color of fresh blood, thick shaggy spikes growing out in every direction like the corona of a sun. It spilled over his wide shoulders, striking against the intense black of his clothing, much like the golden angel's. Green eyes sparkled with mischief over a pointy nose that arrowed over a lopsided grin.

For some unknown reason her hand itched to slap that grin off his pretty face.

The red-haired devil chuckled as if reading her thoughts.

"You are such an asshole."

With a gasp, Alluna whirled to come face to face with a silver-haired male. His eyes were the palest blue she'd ever seen and he looked extremely angry with the devil.

Again the devil chuckled, making Alluna grit her teeth and lash out. She sent her fist back, but instead of connecting with the annoying creature, she punched her golden angel in his nose.

"Son-of-a-bitch," he wailed clamping his hand over a bloody nose.

Alluna stared, horrified at the amount of guilt she felt and unsure why. She should feel fear at the giant's retaliation. Surely he was big enough to snap her in two with one meaty fist, except he looked at her with the eyes of a kicked puppy.

"You hit me. Why did you hit me?"

The red-haired devil next to him grimaced. "Dude, I think she broke your nose."

"Shut up," the golden angel snapped at him. "This is all your fault."

"Me? What the fuck," the devil snorted with a raised brow.

"He told us to wait," the flaxen-haired angel interjected.

Alluna backed away from the trio and bumped into something.

She turned slowly, letting her eyes trail up another black-clad body. Long, silky hair, like liquid satin the color of the blackest night stirred in the breeze, a few strands flowing over a thick throat. Skin, white as snow, soft dewy pink lips, and eyes that glowed like electric blue fire, Alluna found herself gazing into the face of a...god.

***

Zak gripped Alluna at the same time Devon grabbed her. The girl had taken one look at his commander and fainted dead away.

"Aw, Hell, Devon," Zak grumbled looking at his commander.

Devon bit the corner of his lip and released Alluna into Zak's arms. "I-I'm sorry. I forget..." his hand came up to his face and Zak immediately felt guilty at Devon's distress. "I forget about how I look."

Zak opened his mouth, but Remi interrupted what he was going to say, "What's wrong with the way you look? The most beautiful humanoid ever created." Remi crossed his arms over his chest and grinned, "Second to me, of course."

Seth rolled his eyes as Zak shook his head and hefted Alluna into his arms.

"This was all wrong," Zak murmured looking at the girl in his arms.

"What are you going to do now?" Devon asked.

For an instant, his eyes glowed a little brighter and Zak had the urge to sneeze. He shook his head and looked questioningly at Devon when his commander gave him a lopsided grin. Devon tapped his nose and Zak realized Devon must've worked his magic on his broken nose.

He wiggled it feeling no pain. "Thanks." Hefting The Arborian witch tighter in his arms he gazed back down at her. "I'm taking her to my quarters. It's what I should've done in the first place."

"Maybe we should've taken her to the holo-room and projected an image of her home planet," Remi suggested.

"No." Zak turned away, focusing on his rooms. "I've got control of this."

The image of lush green foliage blurred away to the soothing cream, gold and black of his quarters. His feet padded softly on the gleaming black marble floors as he passed the frosted glass partition sectioning off his sitting area from his sleeping chamber. With the utmost care, he laid the girl on his round pedestal bed. With a sigh, he crawled in next to her.

She would be afraid of him when she awakened, but he would show her there was nothing to fear. He would never hurt her. He only wanted to protect her, care for her. She needed to learn to trust him.

***

Alluna found herself on a battlefield. Thousands of warriors battled with swords and axes, blood and gore spraying everywhere. Overheard the sky roiled with black-grey clouds that flickered with slashes of lightening. The wind whipped Alluna's hair across her face as she felt her heart about to pound its way out of her chest. She peered anxiously through the throng of writhing bodies intent on hacking each other to pieces.

"Alluna, come away from here, I beg of you," a woman screamed behind her.

A hand gripped her arm, trying to steer her away from all the fighting, but she couldn't move. Her eyes were riveted to him... the golden angel.

He fought with two swords thirty paces away, his hair whipping about wildly in the wind. Blood ran down his back, scored with lash marks. Alluna gasped in terror when a warrior smashed one of his swords from his hand. Another approached to engage him as well.

"No!"

She wrenched her arm from the iron grip holding her back and ran toward her angel. They couldn't hurt him. They mustn't.

Her body felt heavy, awkward, but before she could look down at herself, a painful tug on her long hair had her head snapping back, pain searing across her scalp. Alluna screamed, her hands flying up to her hair a second before she was jerked against a smelly warrior's body. She looked up in horror at the mangled bloody face of a sneering warrior. His teeth were black in his grimy face and the stench of his body made her want to gag.

"Aye, I've caught myself a prize."

She felt the front of her gown pulled and ripped and turned horrified eyes forward to another grimy-faced warrior wielding an axe. He tossed the tattered piece of cloth that was once the front of her dress to the blood-soaked ground.

Alluna gazed down at her body in chagrin, her hands coming up to her distended belly. Something within her moved—something decidedly alive. Something was alive inside her.

"Cut the wench and her little demon bastards down, Merc."

Horror washed over Alluna as she cupped her hands over her belly protectively. The warrior Merc raised his axe. The wind howled and lightening flashed in the angry sky glinting off the deadly blood stained blade. Alluna opened her mouth to scream but a roar shook the ground.

Gasping, she jerked awake.

Warmth surrounded her, strong arms held her.

"You're safe," a deep voice crooned.

She blinked in confusion. This wasn't her tower room. The walls were smooth, a pearly cream color with soft muted light receded into the ceiling of the same color. In front of her was a frosted glass wall and she could make out the flickering of fire beyond. In front of the enormous bed she lay upon was another glass wall, but clear, showing nothing but a black star speckled void. That wasn't what had her heart jumping up into her throat though. It was the sight of a thick arm wrapped around her middle. A Shift of weight behind her and a few tendrils of waving gold whispered over her shoulder making her look up into fiery sapphire eyes.

"I'm Zachariel. I'm going to protect you," he said in a soft tone. "Tell me your name, little one."

"A..." she licked dry lips. "Alluna."

He cupped her face. "Alluna." Gold tipped lashes swept down. His thumb swept over her lips, making her shiver. "Did you put a spell on me?"

Her eyes widened. "W-what?"

He reached back, his eyes holding hers. When he drew his hand forward again, he held her flute.

Alluna gasped and tried to grab it from him, her arm looping around his neck when he reared back to keep the flute from her grasp. Her chest pressed tightly against his and their lips were almost touching. Alluna stared into his eyes, deep dark blue.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered, his warm breath fanning her lips.

Alluna frowned. "Kiss me?"

His lips whispered over hers startling her. What a strange place to kiss. Mama had always kissed her forehead or the top of her head. The feel of his soft lips over hers was doing strange things to her belly though.

Mama. Thinking of mama brought back her horrible words and Alluna pushed him away.

"Stop. Get away from me."

He frowned and licked his lips, as if trying to get her taste. That worried Alluna immensely. What if he tried to bite her?

"Why?" He asked.

Alluna swallowed before scowling up at him. "My mama warned me about you."

His smile took her by surprise. Gods, but he was so breathtaking.

"And what did your mama say about me?"

"She said that you had cast a spell on me. That you had a vile sn-snake between your thighs that would strike out at me, make me bleed and infect me with poison that would make me swell until I exploded and died."

His smile vanished, sapphire eyes growing round. "Damn."

Alluna held her breath, hoping he would deny mama's words, but he remained mute, looking very uncomfortable.

"Gods," she choked and tried to roll away from him. It was all true. He did have a snake between his thighs and was going to hurt her.

"Wait. Listen to me," he demanded pulling her back down. "I don't have a snake between my legs. No male does. We have cocks." Alluna gave him a baffled look not knowing what he meant. "A penis," he clarified.

"Well which is it?" she demanded, suspecting he was lying to her.

He chuckled. "God, you've never seen a man naked? Not even a little boy?" His grin faded from his face and he suddenly looked angry. "Have you been locked up in that tower all your life, Alluna?"

"I-I..." Locked? Alluna had never thought of her tower rooms as a prison, but now...

"Look at me," he ordered.

Her eyes drifted back to him as he rose from the bed and stood next to her.

"You're going to get your first lesson in male anatomy."

For a split second, she wondered what he did with the flute, until he gripped the bottom of his black tunic and pulled it over his head. Her mouth went dry and her eyes felt like they were about to pop out of her head. His tresses spilled over his shoulders and chest before he shook it back. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gripped her hand. "Touch me."

Alluna couldn't pull her hand free from his grip. He forced her to feel the incredible softness of his skin pulled taut over hard muscle. When he finally released her hand, she let her fingers skim over his nipples. They tightened into little points beneath her fingers. He let out a shaky breath, but didn't say a word, only watched her hands slide up over his shoulders. Enormous muscles bulged over each shoulder, and sculpted his arms as well. He was so different from her, the difference like night and day. Alluna slid her hands up the ropey muscles of his arms, letting her fingers sink into the wealth of hair flowing down his back. Her hair, as well as mama's, was black. The people she'd seen on her home world also had black tresses. Only her dolls had hair in different colors, but none had hair of gold like...

"Zachariel," she whispered

"Yes, but those who know me call me Zak."

Her eyes flitted back to his. His smile was gentle, two small dimples marking his cheeks and tempting her to poke her fingers in them.

"You will know me, Alluna. I'm going to take care of you. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise you." He reached out a finger and traced over her breast. "Look at our differences, Alluna. See what makes me male and you female."

Alluna shied away from his touch. "I'm sick."

He frowned. "How so?"

"I'm..." She felt her face grow warm. He was so beautiful and she was so ugly and deformed.

"You're what?"

"My chest is deformed."

His eyes swept over her as his frown deepened. "Show me."

Alluna shook her head, embarrassed at showing another her shame.

He cupped her cheek, his gaze softening. "Trust me, Alluna. I want to help you. Show me."

Alluna sat up, her trembling hands going to her white slip. Her hands faltered at the straps of ribbon, her gaze darting up to his, unsure.

"Show me," he urged.

Taking a deep breath, Alluna shrugged the straps off her shoulders. If she'd listened to mama and worn her brace continuously, maybe her swelling wouldn't have gotten so out of hand. Her deformed breasts spilled from the confines of the white slip, her dusky nipples peaking at the feel of cool air against them. She bit her lip, waiting for him to recoil, or say how awful they looked.

"God, you're beautiful," he growled.

Alluna gaped up at him. His eyes were riveted to her breasts.

"How could you say such a thing? Can you not see my deformity?"

He gave her a puzzled look before looking at her chest again. His hand reached out and cupped one swollen breast.

Alluna, you're perfection."

She shook her head, aghast at his words. "My chest has swollen into these two ugly bumps."

He frowned. "But you're female. All females breasts grow when they come of age."

Alluna felt shock roll through her. Still, she shook her head. "No."

"Yes, Alluna. Don't contradict me." His tone grew a little cold. "Most humanoid women develop breasts when they come of age. There are some species who have four and sometimes six breasts."

Alluna swallowed hard, glad she only had two ugly bumps. She couldn't imagine herself with six lumps. How awful.

His head tilted to the side and his voice became softer again. "You're not deformed."

Alluna looked away from his angelic perfection. "I'm still sick," she murmured feeling sadness rise like a knot in her throat.

Putting a finger under her chin, he tilted her head back to look into her eyes. "Are you in pain, love?"

Alluna shook her head, marveling at the fact he'd called her love.

Zak's thumb swept, feather soft, over her lower lip, making her shiver. "Talk to me, Alluna."

He stood over her, so big and imposing. She felt he wouldn't hurt her-felt it in her heart. She longed to bare her soul to him. "I-I sometimes bleed."

"Where do you bleed?"

Her face flushed hot now. When she tried to look away, he pinched her chin and forced her gaze to remain on him. Alluna's heart felt as though it were about to pound out of her chest. He waited patiently for her to show him where she bled.

"Between m-my legs," she whispered through numb lips.

His sapphire eyes narrowed. "Show me."

Had his hand not been holding her chin, her jaw would have dropped open. "But I'm not bleeding right now."

"I still want to see," he said huskily.

She laid back and pulled the hem of her slip up her thighs. She'd never bared herself this way to anyone. Why did he want to see her there? She bit the corner of her lip and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes.




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 04



His smile was gentle. "Good. Now show me where you bleed."

Alluna hesitated, but then opened her thighs to him. "Th-there."

He just stared at the juncture of her thighs. When his eyes finally looked back into hers, she noticed that his pupils had dilated wide making the blue of his eyes seem darker. "Touch where the blood flows from."

Alluna reached down and touched her finger to the tiny hole between her legs. It made her shiver.

"Do you know what that is, Alluna?"

"I-it's my pee-hole."

Zak bit his lip as if trying not to laugh. "Baby, that's not your pee-hole. It's your vagina."

"What?"

"Your vagina. Where... it's what makes you a girl. Your bleeding is completely natural, but I can fix that if you don't like it."

"Y-you can cure me?"

"I can." He put his hand on her knee, gazing between her open thighs again. There was a strange hunger in his expression that made her want to spread her legs wider for him. The impulse confused her and made her close them instead.

Sapphire eyes lifted to hers again, gazing at her from beneath gold tipped lashes. He licked his lips, the flash of pink making her own mouth flood with saliva. "Now I'm going to show you what makes me... male."

Alluna gulped.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 05



He began undoing the closure to his Master Guardian's uniform. Her wide golden eyes were riveted to his actions, making him ache in anticipation.

Going right for the kill, Zak-o?—Remi snickered in his mind.

Zak clenched his teeth. Get out of my head, Red.

But Remi wasn't the only presence he felt...or heard.

Zak, she's really innocent—Anniel's concern-laced voice chimed in next, making his hands freeze. Why don't you let her stay with me and we can have some girl-talk.

Alluna's big eyes rose to his. No. He wanted to be the one to teach her about the male form and all the beautiful things that can exist between a man and a woman.

Like fucking—Remi laughed.

Zak frowned. I'm not going to fuck her.

Yet—Seth added dryly.

Zak snorted in irritation. Now he understood why Remi hated their mental link. For once, he wanted a little privacy.

Alluna was biting her lip, her gaze flickering from his face to his open fly. He could feel the full length of his cock—pulsing against the material of his pants. He was hard. Very hard, and the girl had never seen a male in full aching arousal. Zak closed his eyes. She'd never seen a male close up—period. The minute he lowered his pants and his unruly dick sprang out, she'd scream her pretty little head off and would never allow him near her.

Maybe Anniel was right and she needed a little girl talk first?

Every dominant instinct in him rebelled against letting another take over. She needed to trust him, depend on him for everything.

He turned and lowered his pants to his knees at the same time he sank back down on the bed. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"I'm going to lie next to you, Alluna. I want you to look your fill. Touch and learn me. Do you understand me?"

Her lip quivered. "Y-yes."

"I do not want you to be afraid of me. I will not hurt you."

He waited until she nodded and then slowly lowered back.

Her eyes followed his movement until the slippery feel of the coverlet cushioned his back. He bent his arms over his head as he took a deep breath. Alluna stared in fascination at the way his chest expanded, lower to the movement of his abs pulling in before relaxing with his exhale, and then her gaze widened as she looked down at his erection.

For a moment, she looked as though she'd bolt, but he remained relaxed and just smiled at her.

"See? It's not a snake. It's just flesh and blood like the rest of me."

She sat up, her face coming closer to his rigid flesh. He bit the insides of his cheeks in an attempt to keep from laughing as she frowned at his cock. "It's like...like a tail, but in the front," she finally said.

Zak winced at Remi's bark of laughter in his head. The weredragon's ribald laughter set Zak's teeth on edge. In retaliation, Zak visualized Remien strapped to his favorite spanking bench being tickled until he cried and begged for mercy. The red-haired weredragon shut up quickly. Zak couldn't help grinning when his mental presence disappeared.

He'd been so distracted with his visualization he hadn't realized Alluna reached for him until her fingers wrapped firmly around his cock, jolting him back to the situation at hand.

Zak hissed, his body tensing. Alluna snatched her hand away as if stung.

"You told me to touch you," she admonished with her clenched fist pressed against her chest.

His reaction must have startled her.

"So why are you not obeying me?" he frowned back, but kept his voice soft.

Her eyes widened slightly. "B-but... you... Does it... Did it hurt when I touched you?"

Zak licked his lips. "No, Alluna," he replied, his voice thick with arousal. "It felt good. The feel of your soft hand on my cock excites me."

The slight shift of one brow higher than the other was evidence that she felt perplexed by his words. She didn't understand. He wondered if she'd ever felt aroused; awakened with a pleasant tingle between her thighs.

"Have you ever touched yourself?"

"What do you mean? Like when I bathe?"

"Well, kind of like when you bathe. Do you ever touch yourself other than when you're bathing?"

"I... uh... um..." She chewed her lower lip, her brows furrowing in thought. 

Without seeming to notice, she crossed her arms over her breasts and clamped her thighs shut. Her body made her uncomfortable.

Zak frowned. That would not do.

Reaching out, he grasped her hand gently, and brought it back to his cock. "Touch me, Alluna. Explore me."

Delicate fingers curled around his rigid penis. They stroked him lightly from tip to root, her eyes darting warily to his for a moment. He had to stifle a groan when her searching fingers found and cupped his balls.

"What is this?"

Zak swallowed before taking a deep breath. "It's called various things. The correct term would be testes. All male humanoids have them."

Alluna frowned, tentatively lifting them, testing their weight. Zak wanted to spread his thighs, arch his back and demand she suck...control, Zak-o—he chided himself mentally.

"They feel cool to the touch," she murmured rolling them softly in her palm. "What is it for?"

Zak remembered her mother's cruel description of copulation to the girl. Alluna needed to know the truth.

"I produce sperm there."

Alluna's gaze flew up to his, confusion shining in their molten depths.

"My seed. My testes make sperm. When I'm very...excited, my seed erupts," Zak touched the tip of his penis, "from here."

Her frown deepened. "How awful that sounds."

Zak grinned. No, Alluna. It's very pleasurable for me."

"So whenever you're...excited, your seed erupts?"

"If I want it to, yes."

Her eyes stared back down at his erection and a little shudder of pleasure made it twitch when she licked her lips.

"Can I see?" she asked looking at him wide eyed.

Zak swallowed—God.

Clearing his throat, he extended his hand. "Give me your hand."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 06



The scent of food lured Alluna from slumber. With a yawn, she sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and then frowned at her surroundings.

The coverlet she sat on was deep, dark, gold satin. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the floor, which was a glossy black. It reflected the sunken lights in the pearl colored ceiling. The bed was round—enormous—and sat on a pedestal that glowed a soft white. To either side of the bed were frosted glass walls. Alluna made out the flicker of fire in the room beyond the partition to her left, but none of the simple luxury of the room could compare to the breathtaking beauty of space yawning out into eternity beyond the thick glass wall that seemed to run the entire length of the living quarters. Stars, trillions of them, winked and sparkled in the absolute black void.

The glass showed her reflection and made her frown. Alluna looked down at herself, realizing she was still naked. Pushing her fingers into her hair, she blinked in confusion wondering where she was.

She took a deep breath and the scent of citrusy sunshine made her remember...

The angel...or demon.

Eyes wide, she looked left and right, but no one else was in the room.

With a whimper, she hugged her middle and bit her lower lip.

"Alluna."

The deep voice made her squeak in surprise, putting her hand over her racing heart. Her gaze darted to where she could see the flames dancing through frosted glass partition.

"Alluna, come to me."

Swallowing, she hesitated a moment before crawling off the giant round bed.

The shiny black floor was warm beneath her toes to her surprise. She'd expected it to be cold. Nibbling her lip, she headed to where the frosted glass wall ended, about seven paces from the glass wall that held back the vacuum of space. The black gloss of the floor continued across another room beyond the sleeping chamber. A circular seating area surrounded a fire pit in the middle of the large room.

Alluna's eyes were immediately arrested by the sight of her golden angel lounging on the thickly cushioned seat the same shade of gold as the coverlet. His arms were spread out to either side of him, resting on the seat's backrest. His thick hair fell over his shoulders in a cascade of golden waves and his sapphire eyes stared straight at Alluna.

He looked regal, she thought as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I said come here, Alluna."

The angel frowned, his eyes burning in their intensity.

Her thighs trembled as she took the steps necessary to reach him. There were two steps leading down into the sunken seating area. The fire burned in a wide hole in the center. The warmth of it heated Allluna's backside when she finally stood before...Zachariel.

He held his hand out to her, his gaze softening.

Alluna's gaze ran over the display of muscle and sinew sitting before her. His thighs were as big as her waist, his chest and abdomen sculpted, arms corded. A light sheet laid casually over his loins. Other than that, he was completely naked and beautiful, the fire casting a golden glow to his tanned skin.

The sight of one brow arching, reminded Alluna that he was still holding his hand out to her. The second her hand was engulfed in his, he pulled her to sit on his lap.

With a gasp, she pressed her hands against his chest when he fisted a handful of her hair and crushed her mouth to his.

He devoured her, tongue delving in and out, tasting every inch of her mouth. She could feel his teeth. They were sharp, like fangs, and the heat of his body felt hotter than the fire dancing in the fire pit before them.

Alluna felt breathless, her nipples tightening, and a slow throb coming to life between her legs again. She remembered how he'd licked her between her legs and trembled.

Zak released her—or rather, using his hold on her hair, pulled her head back to look into her eyes.

"Are you hungry, Alluna?"

That deep voice sent shivers down her spine as she stared at him, her mouth still agape from the hungry kiss.

Her stomach rumbled as if trying to answer him. She clapped her hands over it, feeling her cheeks heat. The corner of his lip kicked up a bit in amusement.

Turning his gaze from her, he looked over to his left.

Alluna gasped in shock when she saw a tray laden with bite-sized food hovering to them. It settled softly on the golden cushion next to his left thigh.

He picked out an orange cube and popped it into his mouth. Once again, his splendorous blue eyes contemplated her as he chewed. Alluna blinked, wondering if she could eat too. He didn't say if she could share the meal with him. Tentatively, she reached out for one of the morsels.

Zak's hand shot out and gripped her wrist.

Alluna stared into his stern face as her heart sped up.

"I asked you if you were hungry," he stated.

She frowned at him. "Well I guess you must have not heard my tummy rumble."

His eyes narrowed. Keeping his eyes on her, he popped another bite past his lips.

Alluna's stomach rumbled again. She pouted, feeling her eyes moisten.

"The proper response is yes, I'm hungry, sir," he instructed softly.

Alluna's eyes widened. She swallowed, letting her eyes dart to the tray laden with delicious smelling food before looking into his eyes again. "Yes, I'm hungry, s-sir," she whispered.

He smiled. "Good girl."

Grinning, she reached out to grab a treat, only to have her wrist grabbed again. Stunned, she looked up into his stern visage.

"I'll feed you, Alluna."

She tried to pull her hand back but he wouldn't let her go. Anger began to stir inside her. "Why?"

Zak's eyes narrowed. "Because it pleases me." His gaze raked over her before looking into her eyes again. "I want you to place your hands behind your back."

Confusion and a bit of apprehension replaced anger. She shook her head.

His hand smoothed over her back. "Trust me, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you."

Alluna chewed the corner of her lip searching his eyes. All she saw was tenderness. Slowly, she pulled her hands behind her back, as he'd instructed. It made her swollen breasts jut out.

His eyes smoldered as one hand reached up to caress her breasts, fingers stroking up the rounded flesh to tweak an erect nipple. A delicious shiver coursed through her body at the sensation.

"Beautiful," he growled.

His head dipped and suckled each nipple, before turning her so that she sat facing away from him.

Alluna gave a little gasp of surprise when he spread his thighs and let her settle between them. Reaching down, he pulled up her knees so that each of her legs draped to either side of his meaty thighs, spreading her out completely.

"W-what are you doing?"

He hushed her, brushing a kiss to her temple. Alluna opened her mouth to protest, but found it full of a bite of food he'd pushed past her lips.

The morsel had a light crunchy outer layer. The inside was a gooey, almost salty substance that tasted very good. She'd never tasted anything like it but found it very pleasing.

"These are my favorites," he said behind her. "They're pizza bites."

She chewed as he stroked her arms. It gave her chills. No one had ever touched her so much.

"Such soft pretty skin," he sighed. "The color of milky caramel."

As she swallowed, she wondered what this milky caramel was. Milk she understood, which made her frown in confusion. She was not white, although she wasn't as dark as mama or the villagers who were deep brown.

He pressed another morsel of food to her lips and she opened for it.

"Mmmm. Such a good, sweet girl."

Alluna shivered at the appraisal. All she was doing was eating from his fingers. She closed her eyes in rapture as sweetness bathed her tongue.

"It pleases me, Alluna, to feel your sweet lips accepting food from my hand," he said as if reading her mind.

As she chewed and swallowed the juicy, sugary, morsel he'd fed her, his hands cupped her breasts and stroked. Alluna arched into the caress with a moan.

"You like when I touch you?"

"Y-yes," she breathed.

"Tell me yes, sir," he whispered into her ear a second before pressing a kiss behind it.

Alluna trembled and hissed when he pinched her nipples. "Y-yes, sir."

One hand abandoned the sweet torment he gave her nipples to press another tidbit to her lips.

This time he gave her a piece of meat, dripping in a tangy sauce. Mama rarely ever gave her meat, so Alluna savored the luxury.

As she savored the moist morsel, his hands stroked down her ribs to caress her thighs. His legs spread farther apart, opening her wide as he slid forward a bit. The feel of his hard erection was evident at her back. The hard shaft of flesh twitched and bucked against the seam of her ass.

As Alluna swallowed the meat, his fingers strayed to her open sex.

"Your pussy is so wet, Alluna."

"P-pussy?"

"Oh, yes." He spread the lips of her sex with one hand as his fingers slid around her folds with the other. He suddenly touched something that sent a jolt through her.

She tried to pull her hands forward to grip his forearms, but found her wrists were somehow bound.

"This is your clitoris."

She cried out when he strummed that sensitive bud of flesh. "Please."

"Please what?" he chuckled behind her circling the sensitive spot that was now throbbing insistently.

"Please, sir," she panted frantically.

He laughed, his lips brushing her neck. "How do you want me to please you, Alluna?"

He circled softly, making her squirm. Whatever he was doing was driving her insane.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Alluna?"

Alluna groaned, but didn't understand.

One thick digit slid deep inside her making her cry out in surprise and then buck against the intrusion.

"I want to fuck you, Alluna," he rasped before placing his sharp teeth at the curve of her neck and shoulder. His deep snarl reverberated through her chest. "Fucking means I open your pretty legs and slide my cock into where I have my finger now." Alluna's eyes widened as she remember how massive his cock was. As if to remind her, it moved against her back again. "Or I could bend you over the back of this sofa and fuck you from behind."

"No. Please. That thing is too big. You'll hurt me."

"It'll hurt a little at first, but then you'll experience pleasure like you've never had before."

She wanted to say no, but he began stroking her clitoris again at the same time he plunged his finger in and out rapidly from her tiny opening. Unable to help herself, she rolled and bucked her hips to his ministrations. Alluna arched her back and pulled at her bound hands, wanting to grip something because she felt ready to fly apart.

He snarled like a beast when her fingers found his cock and gripped it tight.

Alluna moaned brokenly as he growled and snarled behind her, his hips pumping his cock frantically through her tight hold. Her hands felt coated in something slippery, but it didn't matter. All she knew was that the feel of the tight coil was once more pulling in her belly. She bucked frantically, begging, sobbing, her entire body trembling on a precipice of pleasure.

His roar behind her came at the exact moment she wailed as the coil snapped. Tremors shook her and she was aware of a gush of liquid wetting her thighs and his hands. Heat shot up her spine repeatedly and his teeth sank into her neck, the pain making another wave of intense pleasure wash over her.

She continued to tremble in his arms, although her body felt limp. Her breath rasped through her parted lips and she was vaguely aware of Zak lapping her neck. It hurt.

His hand reached up to cup her jaw. Turning her head toward him, he took her mouth in another hungry kiss, the taste of blood prominent on his tongue.

Alluna was still panting for breath when he finally released her.

Her hands were now free and she touched the side of her neck. Her fingers came away stained with blood and she gaped at him. His lips and chin were smeared with blood. "You bit me?"

"I became too excited. You shouldn't have stroked my erection."

She opened her mouth to say something else, but he pushed another bite of food past her lips.

Anger surged through her. She would have spat out the bite of food, but it tasted too good and she was still hungry. Alluna scowled at Zak. "I want to close my legs."

He smirked at her. "I prefer you keep them open. I like the scent of your passion."

Alluna could smell the scent he spoke of, but his words confused her.

He gave her another pizza bite. "After you've had your fill, I'll clean us up. You can either rest a bit or I can take you around the space station and show you around."

"Space station?"

"Alpha 7."

"Are we near Arboria?"

He was silent a moment, but then answered. "No."

She turned to look at him. "Where am I? I need to go home. Mama will be angry with me."

Zak frowned. "You were locked in a tower, Alluna. The people in the nearby village tried to kill you."

She looked away, remembering with a shudder the horrifying experience.

He turned her face back to him. "Why did they hurt you, Alluna?"

"Th-they blamed me for the rains."

Zak closed his eyes and muttered something beneath his breath. He fixed her with his stare once more. "You can never go back there again."

Alluna gasped. "But I must." He scowled now, still, she insisted, "Mama will become angry and punish me."

"Your mother locked you in a tower all your life and left you alone in the midst of dangerous hostile people."

"But I must go back. She'll beat me..."

His eyes flashed making her recoil. "No one will beat you," he rasped. "You're mine now. This is your home. The people who live here are your family."

Alluna stared at him in shock. Mama would find her and beat her. She would hurt him too. Hurt all of them. She needed to get away. But how?

She closed her eyes in misery, cupping her throat. That's when she felt the chain with the golden dragon pendant mama had placed around her throat.

"Alluna," he sighed brushing a kiss to her shoulder. "I'll take good care of you. You can roam free in the space station and we'll travel to other worlds." His fingers traced down her arms. "You'll be happy with me... with all of us."

Alluna knew that if she entranced him, sang the Dragon's Lullaby, and placed the charmed pendant around his neck, she could enslave him to do her bidding. She'd order him to take her back to Arboria and then order him to return to his home and forget her very existence.

A sob caught in her throat as her eyes filled with tears. She would never see him again.

"Alluna?" He turned her face to him as the first tears rolled down her cheeks. With a concerned frown, he turned her to sit sideways across his lap. "Don't cry, baby. Everything's going to be fine. You'll see."

"Baby?"

He smiled even as he stroked away more tears. "It's an endearment."

His hands slid under her and scooped her up into his arms as he suddenly stood. "Let's get cleaned up. I'm going to put a Gorgison cap on you. It'll help you understand they way we speak and put you up to date in things a girl your age should know."

He strode through the sleeping chamber into another room as she clung to him. The feel of his skin felt so wonderful. More tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to kiss him again and feel all the wonderful things he made her body experience.

He chuckled. "You've got the sweetest expression right now. Your lips are all plump and red from our kisses and your eyes are dreamy." His eyes narrowed as he licked his lips. "You look well fucked, although you're still a virgin."

"Virgin?"

He nodded. "You've never taken a man's cock into your pussy."

Again, a curl of fear tightened in her belly. He only chuckled again. "When you're ready I'll take you Alluna. I'm going to be the first man to fuck you."

He set her down in front of him after stepping onto a circular disc in the far corner of the room beyond the bed chamber. There were flat metal buttons on the wall before them as well as a small rectangle. The rectangle blinked to life a flashed a series of symbols she did not understand. She remembered Rayne's stasis cylinder showing similar symbols.

"Activate," Zak stated after touching a few of the buttons on the wall as well as upon the glass of the rectangle. A beam of blue light engulfed them and Alluna had the sensation of tingling pinpricks along her entire body, including her scalp.

The light disappeared as she stared up at Zak. His hair looked glossier, the waves gleaming and more pronounced. The light sheen of sweat he had before had dulled away, showing fresh clean skin.

Alluna shifted her legs and looked down in amazement to see that the sticky mess she'd had between her legs was also gone.

"My hair," she exclaimed noting all her body hair gone. Placing her hand over her bare pussy, she looked up him in alarm.

"I like my women bare." His fingers nudged her hand out of the way and she shivered when he pet her vulnerable flesh. "So plump and sweet, my little virgin's pussy is."Zak's teeth dented his bottom lip as he stared at the juncture of her thighs hungrily.

She sank her fingers into her hair, hoping it was still all there, although she could still feel it brushing her waist. Thick satiny strands surrounded her hands, the feel of it the softest thing she'd ever felt.

He knelt before her and nuzzled her bare pussy. Alluna could feel him sniffing her deeply. He backed her to lean against the wall just before his tongue darted out to lick her again. Alluna cried out at the jolt of immediate pleasure.

"Spread your legs for me. I need to taste you," he growled. " Can't get enough of your pussy. So sweet. So innocent."

Alluna obeyed, spreading her feet apart more. He gripped one thigh and draped her leg over his shoulder, opening her up even more.

Alluna arched her back, sighed, and moaned as Zak's mouth feasted on her aching flesh. The sound of his wet lapping tongue and swallows as he drank the strange fluid her pussy oozed sounded loud in the room.

Panting, Alluna gripped his hair as she felt him use his teeth and tongue on her. How could he enjoy such a barbaric thing? She didn't understand, but the sensation was driving her mad. Her hips bucked and rolled, his hands kneaded her ass.

Say-lick me, Master—she heard his deep voice growl in her head, startling her. Say it—he demanded.

Alluna thought she must surely be losing her mind and whimpered. Zak began to snarl between her legs.

Obey me, Alluna.

She bit her lip and whimpered louder.

Zak pulled away from her, his face enraged.

"What did I tell you to do?"

Alluna trembled before him, unsure of what to say.

He cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing. "Alluna?"

"But you didn't say anything."

I know you can hear me—he voice growled in her head again.

Better answer him sweetheart—she heard another masculine voice chime in making her gasp.

A strange pressure built against her head. There were whispers around her.

"Open yourself up to us," Zak said stepping closer to her.

She shook her head, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers.

Listen closely. Open your mind—his voice said in her mind again.

I don't understand. What does he mean?—she thought pressing herself tighter against the wall.

I hear her, Zak. Impressive.

Good. Now get lost, Remien.

Alluna just stared at him.

"My thoughts are being heard?"

Part of it. We don't go too deep into each other's minds. It's not nice.

Panic gripped her. No. Stop. Don't.

"Easy," he frowned.

I'll sing him the song. He'll like it. Mustn't think anything else.

"Alluna?" His eyes narrowed.

He suspects.

Without allowing her mind to dwell on anything else, she began the Dragon's Lullaby.




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 06



Or, at least she tried to. The moment she sang the first few words, the silver-haired angelic one appeared out of thin air and covered her mouth with a scowl.

"She's trying to put a spell on you," he snarled.

Zak let out an unholy growl, his hand shooting out to grab the angelic young male by the throat and slam him against the wall next to her.

Another one appeared, shouting Zak's name. The woman was almost as tall as Zak and her skin was dark. Her reddish brown curls bounced at her back as she struggled with a snarling Zak. It was only when a pair of gold bat-like wings suddenly protruded from Zak's back, did Alluna scream in terror and run out of the room.

Alluna raced across the bed chamber and into the sitting room. There was a large round door at the far end of the room standing open. The blood-haired devil leaned casually against its frame.

"Looking for a place to hide?" He arched a brow at her as his lip kicked up in one corner.

Alluna looked back toward the bed chamber, but another beastly roar had her running toward the red-haired male.

"He's a demon. I saw his devil's wings."

The male laughed. "Zak is harmless." The male stuck his hand out. "Come on. I believe he wanted to use the cap on you. We can kill some time while Dev, Seth, and Annie take care of Goliath."

Alluna frowned as he hauled her out of the room. She covered her breasts in embarrassment, trailing reluctantly behind him.

The hallway beyond the doorway had the same glossy black floors, and the walls were a pearly grey so pale it was almost white. More round doorways lined the long corridor, but these were closed.

At a bend in the corridor a door opened on their right.

The quarters he pulled her into were similar to Zak's, except that the color scheme was red and black.

"Here. Have a seat here," he indicated the circular red velvet sofa.

Alluna sank into the soft cushions as The strange male disappeared into the next room. He appeared a moment later with a silver cloth.

Stepping close to her, he placed the cloth, which turned out to be a hood, on her head.

"Now," he began, "close your eyes and relax. At first it'll be a bit confusing, but eventually you'll make sense of it."

Alluna leaned back on the cushions, staring warily at him as he grinned. She frowned. He had a somewhat wicked grin. For some reason she wanted to slap him. He only chuckled.

"Take a number," he drawled.

The minute she closed her eyes, images began flashing in her mind...many-many images.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 07



Zak knew they were no longer in his quarters. One moment he'd been listening, mesmerized, to Alluna's beautiful voice singing to him, the next a curtain of red rage had fallen over his eyes when the weretigre had dared touch his female.

The thirst to kill was overwhelming. His skin felt unbearably tight. He needed to be free—burst free from the human form that bound him. Pain slashed his back, enraging him even more. Another female gripped him, her scent familiar. He didn't want to hurt her.

Anniel.

He was suffocating—couldn't breathe. Body feeling crushed. He roared in pain, even as his vision blurred, glowing blue eyes staring into his.

Zak. Remember who you are—Devon's voice in his mind.

Devon.

The feel of the metallic floor of the transport hangar under his palms, a heavy weight on his back, his body afire.

"Do it, Zak," Remi's voice shouted, the echo of the demand reverberating around him. "Shift."

Shift.

Again, the beast stirred beneath his skin. Zak snarled, his eyes focusing on his hands...only they were no longer human hands. They were scaly claws with sharp, gleaming talons that looked as if made of pure gold.

"No," he screamed, terror and revulsion filling him. "No."

His face hit the floor, his body shaking in a fit of convulsions.

"Easy, Zak. I'm here."

Devon was in his arms, Zak almost crushing him, his fingers burying into the mane of black gloss that was his commander's hair—his beloved brother.

"Please don't let it happen, Dev," Zak panted. "I can't stand it."

"I've got you," Dev replied smoothing his hands over Zak's back.

His voice sounded strained and Zak eased his hold reluctantly.

Terror was replaced by anger—anger at being so damned weak, pathetic, and undisciplined.

"What the fuck just happened?" he snarled disentangling himself from Devon.

As he stood, he looked around. The sight of their gleaming black Vipers lined about one hundred paces away, as well as Angel, Remi, Anniel, and Seth made him blink in confusion.

He'd been in his quarters before—hadn't he?

Zak rubbed his burning eyes, his mind fuzzy.

"I had to teleport you here," Devon said.

Zak lowered his hands and fixed him with a cold stare.

"You were going to push me to shift?"

Devon crossed his arms over his chest, his look just as stern, but there was more in his commanders glowing blue stare. Love. Devon loved him. The heat of that love sizzled over and through Zak's very core making his eyes grow moist for a second. "No one was pushing you, Zachariel. You lost control of yourself when Seth kept Alluna from entrancing you."

In two blinks, the tears that had welled in his eyes were gone as he scowled at Devon. "She wasn't entrancing me."

Devon's eyes narrowed. His Alpha Angel brothers and sisters now appeared surrounding them. "What were you feeling when she began to sing," Devon asked.

Zak looked around at the faces surrounding them. Seth, as usual, was frowning, Anniel's brows were drawn together, her hand curled against her chest as if trying to keep herself from reaching out to him. Angel clutched Devon's meaty bicep, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, and Remi...

Zak scowled. Remi had a smug smirk on his face. Zak's hand itched to slap it away, but it would be a useless gesture since the annoying weredragon loved being slapped.

And spanked and whipped and paddled—Remi directed into his mind with a snicker.

"You're sick," Seth said curling his lip in disgust at Remi.

"Don't knock it till you've tried it, boy-o," Remi answered, his grin broadening.

"Enough," Devon snapped when Seth growled. His glowing eyes regarded Zak again. "You haven't answered me yet. What were you feeling as she sang to you?"

Zak's skin prickled with goose bumps and his chest tightened as he remembered that beautiful angelic voice singing to him.

His eyes closed, his entire body flushed hot. "God help me. I'm in love," he rasped trembling.

He heard Devon curse under his breath as Seth spat "I told you so."

***

Alluna's head throbbed. Her eyes watched the glowing fire flickering in the fire pit before her. She was on Alpha 7. It had once been the farther most defensive space station the Edenian government had circling their solar system. Their first line of defense. For millennia, Master Guardians inhabited the space station, different species of beings at first since the few powerful Earth dwellers they'd recruited to guard the planet had abused their powers once they were aware of them.

The last alien race to Guard the Edenian solar system were the Seraphs, the white-winged humanoids from Seraphia. Most humans regarded them as divine angles. Although they weren't, legend had it that they were a race descended from a real divine angel that had been cast from Heaven by Lucifer. She'd crashed upon Seraphia, her newly acquired humanoid body mortally damaged. A male from the planet had tended her injuries and she'd fallen in love with him. Together they had spawned the Seraphian race, a race of winged people.

Alluna rubbed her temples, marveling at all she knew now.

The Seraphian's were divided into many different varieties of colors; most predominantly had shades of white to blue to cream colored wings, none were so striking as the reapers whose wings were jet black.

Alluna looked around the room she was in. The black and red shades in the room let her know that these quarters belonged to Remien Fyre and Rowie Enoray, once one of Edenia's elite Master Guardians. They'd been trapped in suspended animation orbs for three hundred years. The entire galaxy suspected they were at fault for the galactic war that broke out at the time of their disappearance. They were regarded as demons by most, others revered them as gods or angels. They'd called themselves Alpha Angels, like the legendary seven angels of love Lucifer had thrown from Heaven into their realm.

Devon appeared before her. His hair was blacker than pitch and his blue eyes glowed as if the fires of Hell burned within them. Alluna felt a mixture of terror and mind-numbing awe at the beauty of his face.

When she would have fallen off the couch to her knees, he reached down and hauled her up against his body.

Black lines of lacey veins appeared at his temples as his rose-kissed lips pulled back in a sneer.

"I won't let you hurt him," his deep voice hissed.

Alluna's mouth dropped open, her eyes roving the milk white of his face. He was terrifyingly magnificent. Too beautiful.

Harsh hands gripped her tighter, making her wince as they shook her a bit.

"Snap out of it, damn you," he spat.

Angel appeared behind him, her eyes wide as she looked at him and touched his shoulders. "Baby, take it easy."

They loved each other; were mated.

Alluna's gaze lowered to look at Angel's distended belly. The girl was pregnant, part of her long white hair spilling over her shoulders to rest against the round bulge of her belly.

Devon and Angel's baby.

Visions of Devon mounting Angel filled her mind—the pretty blonde girl down on hands and knees, moaning and crying out in pleasure as Devon worked his stiff cock in and out of her tight little cunt.

That's what Zachariel Wilder wanted to do to her too. He wanted to fuck her. Own her.

The vision of his face and body filled her mind with new images—her hands chained above her head, her nipples pinched in tight clamps, a heavy chain swinging between them. Her ass burned from having taken a crop to it. She rose on tip-toes, arching her back, begging her Master to fuck her as the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. Alluna could feel his cock tracing the seam of her ass, her own honey trickled down her quivering thighs, her pussy swollen with lust.

***

Zak wiggled his toes within his black boots, the snug feel of the leather comforting. He still couldn't believe he'd almost killed Seth, had almost shifted into...

He shuddered and cursed his disease. Next to him, Remi snorted.

"It's not a fucking disease."

"My parents were human," Zak snapped. "I was born in southern California on Earth. I'm not supposed to be this. I'm a fucking freak of nature."

"Yeah, I know, Zak-o," Remi sighed as if bored. "You were some fancy-pants rich kid. An only child."

Zak shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "My father hated me because of..." he glanced down at his hands, remembering how they'd looked scaly and clawed. "My parents were both blond, blue-eyed. They were tall, willowy people. The whole family was. Even before I started working out, I was..." he trailed off, flexing his pectorals as he gazed down at all his muscles.

"Built like a star freighter?" Remi supplied for him.

"Yeah. Even as a kid, I was head and shoulders above all the other kids around my age. My mother was ecstatic over me, but my dad...he hated me." Zak's memories flashed in his mind.

So many times, he tried to make his father proud. He'd taken up playing instruments, the piano, violin, cello and guitar. When that hadn't worked, he'd taken up fencing and would have tried to join the polo team, but the horses were terrified of him. He felt like a freak of nature.

Most boys his age hated him because all the females were drawn like a magnet to him. His first female was turned on by being submissive and Zak discovered the dominant side of his nature.

"Heather was a senator's daughter. She was a spoiled little thing and I fucking got her pregnant. She told me she wanted to run away with me, and I'll admit, I wanted more than anything to just go off with her, far from my father's disapproval and hers."

"Her dad hated you too?"

Zak nodded remembering the looks of cold disdain the silver haired male would cast him when he came to pick Heather up.

"Well, you can't blame the dude. He must've known you were bangin' his little girl," Remi chuckled.

Zak sneered. "His little girl was a little slut. She'd banged half the state, trust me. I'd forgotten how much she liked rape play. I couldn't stomach it, can't even pretend to take a female against their will, so I guess she found someone else to act out her darkest fantasies with. We went to the academy fair together one night. Our school always held this annual fair to raise funds for charity. My band was playing that night. I was on stage when I heard her screams. I took off, running off stage. The little slut was out in the parking lot, in a Sliver Comet transport, her clothes ripped, legs around this asshole jerk who was fucking her like a mad dog." Zak clenched his fists, remembering the smell of aroused pussy and male...of sex.

"You lost it then," Remi said in a low voice next to him. "Your mind saw another man fucking your female and it flipped your switch."

Zak nodded. "Her face was all full of his hand prints. He'd slapped her black and blue, bitten her breasts, but she was loving every minute of it."

"You shifted."

Zak shuddered, remembering the killing rage that had overtaken him back then. "I lost touch with my humanity. There was fire, and I would have crushed the Silver Comet beneath me, but I remember batting it with a...claw. I just started crushing transports beneath my claws, throwing them with my tail, spitting fire on everything. Everyone was running and screaming and then Devon and Anniel were there. I don't remember how, but I was kneeling before Devon, crying. He was holding me, telling me everything was going to be alright and then we were in his Viper heading...here."

"He told me the Edenian government wanted you executed."

Zak nodded. "Devon appealed to them and when that didn't work he threatened. They backed off after that, but it was the beginning of their hatred toward us. We became a threat. I tried to sneak back to see my parents..."

Zak remembered hiding in the shadows of his mother's favorite shopping mall waiting for her to come out to her to her transport. She'd been talking and laughing with their chauffer as they approached making him ache for her. Didn't she miss him?

He stepped out from behind another transport, towering over her. The chauffer gasped, turning white with terror as his mother's eyes traveled up Zak's six-foot-seven body. When her big blue eyes locked onto his, they looked upon him as though he were a stranger.

"M-mother?"

Her eyes searched his for a moment. He saw compassion there and almost fell to his knees when she reached up with a smile to caress his cheek. "Such a big, sexy, young man. I can't really say I'm sorry not to be your mother, but I'm too old for you anyway, gorgeous."

The memory made Zak recoil. His father had wiped his mother's mind clear of any recollection of him.

"That sucks," Remi sighed beside him. "Ever thought that maybe the man you called father wasn't your sperm donor?"

Zak shook his head, although when he was a young teen, the thought had crossed his mind plenty of times.

"Your parents were loaded, Zak. I'm pretty sure that if your old man was shooting blanks, he probably tried to cover it up by buying your mom some frozen—"

"Enough," Zak snapped, not wanting to imagine his sweet mother inserting some anonymous male's sperm into herself. God, but that's probably what happened—he thought miserably, scrubbing his face with his hands in frustration.

"My mother got her shit fresh and from the source."

Zak turned to gape at Remi. The red-haired weredragon only shrugged. "She was a whore."

"Geez, Remi."

Remien only smiled. "You think I give a shit my mother was a whore. I was one of about twenty kids she had. Some were black, some white, others Asian. Hell, I had a Lizdrac brother and a Fey sister, so she didn't even stick to allowing just Edenians between her legs, but you know something, Zak, that woman loved all of us. She got food in our bellies every night and kept a roof over our heads."

Zak swallowed, turning his gaze from Remi's flashing green eyes.

"Ever wonder who your father is?"

Remi shrugged. "I used to. Really don't care. He was a weredragon, obviously. I'm grateful for the genes like you have no idea."

Zak turned with a frown to Remi. Pride shone in his green eyes. His Alpha Angel brother had piercings and tattoos all over his body, but nothing identified Remi more than his pride in being a weredragon.

Remi grinned, the silver snakebite piercings he sported on his lower lip glinting in the lights of the transport hangar. "One day, you'll get over your ridiculous fear of your beast and you'll be proud too. We're special—magical. Legend has it that the first Alpha Angel Lucifer tossed from Heaven created us to find and guard the other angels."

Zak snorted. He didn't believe in those fairytale legends like Remi

Remi only rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Whatever, dude." He then crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you going to do with the witch?"

"Her name is Alluna." Zak jumped to his feet. "God! Where is she? Did she see me shift? Is she okay? Where is she?"

Remi pursed his lips, regarding him with his enormous black-ringed green eyes. "Devon is talking with her right now."

Zak clenched his fists, anger zipping through him. Devon was part cambion; Incubus, mixed with Seraphian and human, his blood tainted with demon's blood. He didn't do it on purpose, but Devon emitted a pheromone that made people desire him, find him fascinating and too beautiful too bear not to touch. Zak still remembered having to fight the urge to crush Devon to him and take his mouth the first weeks aboard Alpha 7. Zak wasn't gay and the confusion and torment to fuck his commander had been his private hell those first few days.

Alluna. Would she fall in love with him when she gazed upon his inhumanly perfect features? Would she no longer want Zak as her Master?

"I'll beat him black and blue," Zak snarled.

***

Alluna savored the sweet cup of hot cocoa Anniel had given her. They sat on a furry white rug inside Anniel's bed chamber.

The erotic visions she'd had in Remien's chambers and left her nearly fainted in Devon's arms. He'd called upon Anniel to take her away to her quarters and soothe her.

Alluna couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful female. Her skin was a deep, rich, golden brown, her hair, lit with fiery tones, fell in a mass of thick curls to the middle of her back. Her pouty lips smiled as she sprayed a cool substance onto Alluna's toes.

"You're going to love this," her throaty voice purred.

Using a silver pen-like wand, she touched Alluna's big roe on her right foot. The nail turned a deep metallic blue, almost the same shade as Zak's eyes.

"You like?" She grinned at Alluna.

Her eyes were a mix of green, gold and brown, like the autumn leaves in the northern hemisphere of Earth. Alluna's eyes lowered to the girls breasts. The twin swells pushed against her black tank top, twice the size of Alluna's. Now she knew males found these mounds of flesh extremely enticing. Did Zak like this splendorous female with her cinnamon skin, mane of fire and eyes of autumn?

"Hey, if you don't like the color I can make it different. You don't have to cry," Anniel pouted.

Alluna shook her head, wiping her cheek. "No. It's a lovely color. It's just..." Alluna bit her lip, keeping her traitorously teary eyes on her toes.

"Just what?" Anniel urged in a soft tone. "You can trust me. I want to be your friend. Zak likes you...allot"

Her soft giggle had Alluna looking back up at her. "Do you...do you love him?"

The female's eyes blinked, her full lips parting. "Of course. I love Zak with all my heart and soul."

Alluna's face crumpled.

"Hey, what gives cutie?" Anniel scooted up next to her, her arm sliding around Alluna's shoulders in a hug.

Alluna wanted to hate the woman, but it wasn't her fault she was so pretty while Alluna was a plain little nobody from a backwards, uncivilized planet—a stupid girl to have fallen head over heels in love with Zachariel Wilder; Alpha Angel and intergalactic rock star.

"Alluna?"

"I have to leave. You must help me get back home." Alluna turned beseeching tear filled eyes to Anniel.

Anniel's eyes widened apprehensively. "Oh, honey, that's not a good idea."

"But I must return home. I refuse to be held captive here like some...some pathetic little pet for Zachariel to throw scraps to."

Anniel frowned in confusion. "He'd never... You've got it all wrong, cutie. He really has feelings for you."

Alluna shook her head. She had to leave before mama found them all and hurt them. Her mother was a powerful sorceress. Alluna had been witness to all the terrible things she could do. The memory of the petrified vampire made her shudder. The poor thing was slumped over a headstone and someone had embedded angels wings deep into his back, making him look like the sculpture of a weeping angel.

Mama was searching for another dragon, a wolf and tiger to complete her list of elements for her black ritual... the one where she drew the fallen angel, Davariel's other self from the world of reflections.

Alluna gulped as she looked into Anniel's concerned face. Anniel was a werewolf, Seth a weretigre, and Remi and Zak were dragon's.

They were doomed if mama got a hold of them. Everyone would be doomed.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 08



Zak walked to Anniel's quarters, just a few doors away from his own. The look on her face when she greeted him at the door didn't bode well.

She wants to leave—Anniel sighed into his mind.

"Like hell she is," Zak snarled and made to storm into her rooms, but Anniel gripped his arm and jerked him to a stop.

Zak frowned at her.

"She's been crying for the past ten minutes, Goliath. Go easy on her," Anniel insisted, brows drawn.

Zak blinked, eyes wide. His precious girl? Crying? Tearing his arm from Anniel's strong grip, he finished rushing into her living room.

Alluna sat in the middle of the circular seating area, her back against the deep fuchsia sofa and toes buried in the furry white rug below her. His pretty girl had her arms wrapped around her middle with her knees drawn up and head bowed. Her hiccupping little sobs tore at his heart.

Leaping over the back of the sofa to land sitting on the cushions, he reached for her. "Baby, tell me what's wrong," he crooned pulling her onto his lap.

Startled, she resisted a moment, but he gentled her with soft kisses all over her face and mouth. With a shudder, she finally gave in and clung to him, burying her face in his neck.

Zak rocked her in his arms, one arm wrapped around her back, the other buried in the silky hair at her nape. He brushed a kiss to the top of her dark head. "Why are you crying? Tell me, sweetheart."

"I know...about you now," she hiccupped.

Zak stiffened, dread making his heart almost stop in his chest. "What do you know about me, baby?"

She sniffled, her sweet body trembling with distress. He felt her little fingers fist a lock of his hair. He pressed her tighter against his body. "Y-you're a famous rock star," she finally got out.

Zak frowned. That was the last thing he'd expected her to say. Disentangling her arms from around him, he set her back to look into her eyes.

Her eyes were swollen, her nose red and runny. Alluna's eyes brimmed with fresh tears as she stared at him, her lower lip quivering.

Zak wiped the two fat teardrops that made their way down her splotchy cheeks. "You're crying because I'm a famous rock star?" he asked incredulously.

She nodded her breath hitching in her throat as more tears began rolling down her cheeks.

Again, he wiped them away, shaking his head with a smile. "Baby, that doesn't mean anything."

Her eyes suddenly flashed as she pushed his hands away. "Why did you rescue me? Am I like some pathetic little animal you took pity on? If it hadn't been for Remien Fyre...damn it all. I'm so stupid."

Zak felt anger shoot through him. He'd wanted to be the one to show her the things she had no knowledge of. Zak gripped her arms and gave her a little shake. "Don't ever refer to yourself as stupid, Alluna." He grated, making her flinch. "You're just an innocent girl."

Her moment of shock passed, her gorgeous golden eyes lighting with hot anger. She tried to wrench free from his hold. "I'm stupid. Stupid-stupid-stupid, and...and pathetic. I mean nothing to you—"

Zak flipped her over his knees so fast she screamed in surprise. He pulled the long, pink t-shirt Anniel had loaned her up to bare her sweet bottom.

She screamed in outrage when he flattened one palm over her back to keep her down. Her pretty ass squirmed making him grin. "You beast. Let me up."

Zak caressed her tight, round ass; so pretty. "When you refer to me, you will do so with respect."

"Fuck you," she spat making his brows shoot up to his hairline.

He wanted to laugh. She had spirit, he'd give her that...and this too...

He lifted his hand and smacked her right ass cheek with a stinging slap. She jerked in his hold as he delivered five more slaps, alternating between cheeks. Her caramel-colored buttocks were warm and red now, making his cock grow stiff between his legs.

"Furthermore, you will never—ever-ever use derogatory words when referring to yourself," he punctuated his words with slaps to her ass, "nor defy me," smack "nor tell me" smack "fuck you." Smack-smack. "The only" smack "word" smack "that will follow fuck" smack-smack "from your lips" smack "is the word me—as in fuck me, master." Smack-smack-smack. "Do you understand, Alluna?"

She sobbed brokenly, making his chest tighten. He hadn't hit her hard enough to cause her real pain. He was sure her pretty little ass just stung from his attentions. "Answer me."

"Yes," she snapped in anger.

"Yes, what?"

She tried once more to wiggle off his lap, but he pressed his palm harder against the small of her back.

She finally went limp with a shuddering sob. Her head bowed, the gloss of her hair a spill of black satin on the furry white rug. "Y-yes, sir," she cried brokenly.

Her tears melted his heart. He smoothed his hand over her reddened rump, one finger following the seam until he slid one finger into her tight heat.

Alluna gasped and bucked on his lap. He almost groaned, feeling how wet she was. He frowned looking at the back of her head. His punishment had aroused her?

"Open your legs for me," he demanded.

"No, please—"

"Alluna," he snarled, "obey me."

With a shudder, she spread her thighs. He cupped her pussy, feeling her wetness and heat in his palm. Her hand wrapped around his ankle. She whimpered as a shiver ran through her.

Zachariel lifted his hand and this time delivered the slap closer to her pussy. She cried out when he gave her four more. Again, he slid his finger through her folds. Alluna was drenched. Zak pumped his fingers into her and she rotated her hips with a throaty moan. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers within their quivering depths.

Hell, fucking her would be pure heaven. His cock ached to be buried in her tight cunt. He strummed her clit making her buck on his lap. He could feel she was close to the edge.

Zak spread her honey back to her rosette. She tensed when he began to tease her rear opening.

"No. Please, not there," she begged.

"Give me one good reason why not."

"It's...it's...dirty," she whined.

"Not good enough. Your little pucker is clean. The hygiene unit in my room cleaned both of us a while ago."

"But-but..."

Again, she jerked in his hold when he teased her clit and anal star simultaneously. The pleasure made her arch back making him grin when the muscles of her sphincter loosened.

Alluna let out a low groan when he finally breached her ass with one finger. He sank into her knuckle deep before giving her a few light slaps with his other hand over her spread pussy. Her wetness dripped from his fingers. He strummed her clit again, feeling his balls ache for release. She was panting, moaning and begging. He struck her pussy again and she came apart on the third slap, screaming his name.

She trembled, shudders wracking her sweet little body. He gripped her arms and pulled her up to sit on his lap once more. She could barely hold herself up. Alluna was still panting, her cheeks and lips flushed and face wet from her tears. Her dark hair tumbled about her shoulders like a silken veil as she stared at him with her luminous eyes. So fucking beautiful.

"Also, don't ever say you mean nothing to me," he finished feeling every inch of his cock throb painfully in the confines of his leather pants.

He gripped the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her tousled hair and dragged her to him. He took her mouth, his tongue spearing into the heart of it to plunder the sweetness within.

She clung to his shoulders while he devoured her. He felt her fingernails digging into his meaty biceps as she pressed her breasts into his chest. His desire for her was a living inferno running through his veins.

Fire.

Zak pulled away from her.

Control. He needed to keep control of himself. He had a bad habit of igniting things in the heat of the moment. Most times he'd lost his head, he'd been tangled up in his bed with a dozen or so women in the dead of night. Consequently, when some random part of the space station went up in flames, everyone always assumed it had been Remien Fyre having some bad dream.

He ran the pad of his thumb over her quivering lower lip. Her mouth was swollen and wet from his kisses. He imagined another part of her being in the same state and bit back a growl of lust, his cock twitching in his suddenly too tight pants.

"Let's get you cleaned up. I think this time I'll fill up the sunken tub. You'll enjoy soaking a while in some nice warm water."

He scooped her up in his arms and strode out of Anniel's quarters. His Alpha Angel sister had left them alone. A good thing for her because Zak wouldn't have changed a single thing he'd done had she chosen to stay. Having an audience didn't faze him in the least.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 08



Alluna bit her lower lip, her hand going for his cock, but he stopped her.

"You don't need to use soap there. I'd rather you use your mouth," he said, his voice like velvet as his finger circled her lips.

Alluna had acquired the knowledge to know about oral sex. Going down, giving head, sucking off were terms she had learned from having the Gorgison cap on for a few minutes. The information was there as well as the practicalities of how it was done.

She stared up at him as he pushed his finger into her mouth. She nibbled on the tip and suckled before he pulled it out with a pop and arched his hips.

The request couldn't have been clearer if he'd demanded it of her.

Alluna licked her lips nervously, her eyes lowering to his erection. Sliding her hands up his thighs, she was surprised when she felt a tremor quiver through them. She looked back up into his face, but it was hidden in shadows. His chest was moving a little more rapidly, though, giving proof of his obvious excitement.

Alluna gripped the base of his cock and took a tentative lick at the crown. The head was smooth against her tongue and a bead or clear liquid emerged from the slit at the tip. Curious, she lapped it up and was surprised at the sweetly tart taste. More fluid oozed out and she put her mouth over the entire tip and sucked. His body went rigid and she saw him clench his fists.

Feeling more brazen, Alluna slid her mouth farther down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat. There was still plenty of him left on the other side of her lips. Alluna gripped him tighter with her fist and pulled back. When she sucked him down again, she brought her fist up his cock to meet her lips.

Zak's hips bucked as he groaned above her. Pride swelled in her heart that she was giving him pleasure. She wanted to go deeper; it was called deep throating.

"Alluna, don't. It's too much for you, baby," he moaned, putting his hand on her head.

She used her other hand to cup his balls and roll them in her palm. Zak hissed and spread his thighs more. He panted and bucked as she continued to suck his cock. For a moment, she abandoned the engorged shaft to lick down to his balls and suck each one. Zak cursed, his knuckles going white as he used both hands to grip the edge of the sunken tub.

Fuck, I'm going to cum. Cum so hard it's going to kill me—his voice growled in her mind.

Alluna took a deep breath and took him back into her mouth. He began to shoot before she'd barely put her lips on him, filling her with mouthfuls of salty cum. Relaxing her throat and dipping her tongue toward his balls, she sank all the way down on him.

"Fuck," he shouted, his hand going to her wet hair.

Alluna twisted her head sideways and swallowed convulsively around his erupting shaft.

His shout turned into a roar as he continued to pour down her throat, the heat of his seed warming her belly.

He shuddered over her, until his hands gripped her arms and pulled her off his dick. "Can't take anymore," he gasped.

Zak slid off the ledge into the water with a splash, panting. He looked at her, astonishment clearing written across his features.

"God, Alluna. You might hurt yourself. Are you okay? No female has ever taken me all the way."

Alluna chewed her lip nervously. Had she done something bad? He came. He'd enjoyed it... didn't he?

His fingers touched her throat gently. "Did you hurt your throat, baby?"

"No." Her voice came out as a croak startling her.

He pressed her against his chest, murmuring her name into her hair like a mantra. Alluna heard his heart thundering beneath her ear. She snuggled closer, closing her eyes as a sense of...rightness settled over her.

After a while of just holding each other, he lifted her out of the bathing pool and stood with her beneath the hygiene unit's blue ray. Once they were dry, he carried her to his sleeping chamber and set Alluna on his round bed where he fed her more food and drink.

Once he seemed satisfied she'd eaten enough, he announced it was too early to retire and wanted to go out a while with her.

He mind linked to Remi to borrow an outfit of Rowie's for Alluna.

Zak pulled on a pair of black leather pants and boots, which was what he usually wore from the waist down. Instead of his usual long sleeved black shirt with the silver wings over his left pectoral, he pulled on a sleeveless black vest made of the same supple leather as his pants. Armbands that covered his forearms were buckled on next. Lastly, he smoothed his hands over his hair and she watched mesmerized as the thick strands wove into a heavy braid that fell to the middle of his ass.

He looked like a dark angel. She wrapped her arms around herself, glancing at her hair and eyes in the reflection of the glass wall before her. She felt so plain compared to him.

"Tomorrow I'll order some clothes for you. Tonight we'll just relax and get to know each other a bit more," he said holding up the garment Remi had teleported to them.

Alluna looked at the tiny, red, patent leather dress and wondered about the woman it belonged to.

Rowie was the lead dinger of Angel of Retribution, and Remien Fyre's mate. She tried to bring Rowie's face to her mind, but most of the information she'd acquired was still a jumble of images flashing in her mind.

"She'll be here tomorrow," Zak said interrupting her thoughts.

"She's part vampire, isn't she?"Alluna asked nibbling the corner of her lip. And probably drop-dead gorgeous too.

"That's right," he answered, his eyes narrowing a bit.

Alluna sat up straighter and got her mind off her feelings of inadequacy lest he lecture her about it... or spanked her again. She shivered.

Zak strode over to her and pulled the dress over her head after telling her to lift her arms for him. It slid onto her body, feeling cool against her skin. The inside had a soft material that felt nice on her flesh. After he zipped up the back closure, the dress fit her curves like a glove.

Zak ran his fingers through her hair and then sat her on the edge of the bed to pull on a pair of clear high-heeled shoes.

The heel was like a sharp spike of ice about as long as her hand. Alluna stared at the wickedly sexy shoes doubtfully.

Zak straightened and held his hand out to her. "Up."

When Alluna stood, her legs wobbled, and she gripped Zak's shoulders. Whereas before she came up to the middle of his chest, her head now touched his chin.

"I'll kill myself with these," she protested.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Just hold onto me and you'll be fine. Or I can carry you around."

"You're going to turn me into an invalid," she accused with a scowl.

He only laughed again and kissed the tip of her nose. "You'll be my invalid, Alluna." Then, he spun her around, placing her back against his chest. "Now look at the door. Imagine the corridor on the other side, the elevator, how we rode up from the level where the transport hangar is. Can you see the transport hangar in your mind?"

Alluna made out the cavernous hangar, its metal walls, and floors. Rubbery walkways ran up and down and side to side the mostly empty hangar. Seven Vipers sat side by side in a lone pool of light that shone down from a ceiling lined with metallic webbing. It was a cold room that smelled of steel and rubber.

"Feel it. Feel the hangar," Zak breathed into her ear. "Pull yourself to it."

Alluna frowned. There were solid walls floors and cables everywhere.

"Look beyond it. You can will yourself past it. Pull yourself toward the transport hangar."

Everything around her began to melt into liquid, swirling and melding together. She felt a moment of panic, but Zak's solid form behind her soothed her fears.

"That's right, baby. Trust me. I would never let harm come to you. I'm going to care for you, love you, Alluna."

She blinked, staring in disbelief at the hangar before her. It was a solid reality beneath her feet.

"How...?"

We teleported together, Alluna. Soon you'll be able to do it on your own. I'll expect you to."

He swung her up into his arms and strode to one of the tear-shaped pods. She felt the vibration of power he emitted just before the top of the Viper slid open. The inside was a velvet bowl.

She gasped when they levitated up a few feet to float into the interior. The cushion beneath her molded into a seat that allowed Alluna to sit between Zak's spread thighs. The glass top rolled shut, cocooning them in a bubble of darkness.

The only source of light came from a screen showing a 3D image of two winged A's bouncing around within a glass monitor. Other than that, there was no instrumentation.

Again, she felt the vibration of power, stronger this time.

"Lean against me, Alluna. If you feel dizzy, close your eyes. I don't want you to get sick."

She heard the edge of steel in the softly intoned words.

The vibration coiled and vibrated stronger. She had the sensation of movement and saw how the hanger began to melt away again.

They were shooting through a tunnel and then there were stars, which began to slide and smear and swirl until she thought she'd throw up.

Alluna shut her eyes as perspiration beaded on her upper lip.

Good girl.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 08



Oh, damn.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 09



The blooms unfurled from the black bulb, their petals as red as drops of blood. Alluna gasped, amazed. She'd never seen such a thing. Taking a deep breath, she filled her lungs with the sweet aroma the flowers exuded. A smile tugged at her lips and she couldn't help look up at Zak. Her joy was short lived when she saw his frown. He looked troubled, and she couldn't help wonder why.

Behind Zak, Alluna caught sight of a blue-skinned female rushing up to them. Alluna gaped at the girl dressed in a silver jump suit with a deep V neckline. Four breasts bounced and jostled, barely hidden by the silver fabric of her attire. She reached Zak, tugged his arm, and bared one side of her chest, asking him to sign her.

The shock left Alluna mute, not that she would have had the chance to utter a single protest. A blonde woman with ice-cold hands yanked her out of her seat with a hiss. Alluna didn't miss the murderous glare or the inch long fangs gleaming in the dim light. The female's blue eyes glowed with hatred. Another creature, with golden scales and bottomless black eyes grabbed Alluna's hair and finished yanking her farther away from Zak.

Alluna opened her mouth to scream, but she lost her footing and gripped an orange-skinned male holding a crystal orb in front of her face. He smiled, his golden eyes sparkling.

"One of his groupies? How does it feel to be fucked by Zak wilder? Do you go down on the other girls too? I've heard he never has less than at least five females at once."

Alluna's mouth dropped open, her mind registering what the male told her. That was when the screens caught her eyes.

The video monitors were immense and circled the entire arena. They showed the same image.

Zak stood on a stage, the breeze blowing his damp hair about his body. Torso bare, and legs spread, Zak twisted and turned, his fingers flying over a power guitar. The look on his face was rapturous as he bent back, guitar keening in his arms. A prominent bulge between his legs also showed he was aroused. The music he played was amazing, mesmerizing.

The scene changed to Zak surrounded by thousands of fans, signing autographs, and then again to him standing with a group of pale, skinny, black-haired vampires that all resembled each other. Although she'd never seen them before, her mind told her that these were the Teus brothers, members of the intergalactic rock band called Draconius Imorteus.

Her thoughts screeched to a halt as she stared at the next scene—Zak sitting backstage on a large couch. He looked different; his hair gleamed brighter, his eyes glowed strangely. He smiled and Alluna saw the long vampire fangs flash between his lips.

She swallowed as her eyes continued to take in the scene. Female vampires swarmed him. One gripped his hair and turned his head to devour his lips, another licked his neck. He had his arm around that one, his hand buried beneath the neckline of her dress fondling a breast. His other hand was between the legs of a third female that sat to his other side clearing riding his fingers while a fourth female lapped blood that trickled from her puncture wounds around the girl's nipple. The forth girl then crawled over the climaxing female and latched onto Zak's nipple.

Zak arched as the vampire bit his flesh turning his head down to hiss at her, but he didn't stop her from sucking his blood. There was a fifth and sixth female between his legs and they seemed to be taking turns...sucking his cock. Three more females tried to get into the fray of writhing bodies as well.

Alluna's eyes welled as the truth sank in. This was Zak's world...and there was no place in it for a little insignificant nobody like her.

The pain of that ripped her heart to shreds.

"Alluna," she heard Zak cry out.

"Zak," she whispered tearing her gaze from the screens showing him standing before an arena filled with hundreds of thousands of beings.

Tears streaming down her face, she reached back to where he was. She couldn't see him...but she could feel him. The throngs of creatures pushed her farther away. Her feet stumbled, fear slamming into her. A Grei pressed against her, its almond shaped black eyes staring right at her. His hair hung like metal coils around his oval face. Although his large slanted eyes dominated his face, Alluna stared in apprehension at the thin lipless mouth that curved up into an evil grin They were notorious for abducting beings and selling them into slavery.

Someone shoved Alluna and her feet, with those ridiculously high heels, tangled with something on the floor. It could have been anything, perhaps the tentacles of the slimy brown creature slithering past her. Cold hands gripped her and kept her from falling to the floor. Alluna looked up into the milky green eyes of a male vampire. He smiled at her and licked his fangs.

Her heart raced, her mind already knowing he intended to bite her. She stared, mesmerized, wanting to flee, but he had her entranced, heart beating triple time. The vampire dipped his finger into the neckline of her dress and bared one of her nipples.

"Here. I'll bite you here, little one." Spit dripped from his fangs. "Your terror will taste like ambrosia."

"Alluna," Zak's voice roared breaking her out of the trance.

She clenched her teeth and pulled away from the solid grip of the vampire, but her left heel caught on something again and this time she went down.

Zak's arms were there to catch her. He hauled her against his chest.

"I've got you, baby," he rasped.

Alluna clutched him, desperation filling her as more bodies pressed against them. Would the Grei snatch her from him and take her away? Would the vampire tear her throat out even as Zak held her?

He turned with her in his arms, the strength of them nearly crushing, but she didn't care. She knew he was trying to get them out of there.

Hundreds of strange creatures surrounded them, all holding vid-crystals, recording Zak and her.

"She looks Arborian," someone shouted.

"Look at her eyes. She's royalty."

Zak pushed through the horde of paparazzi, using his broad shoulders.

"Are you the long lost princess of the Northern king of Arboria?" another creature shouted.

Their words confused Alluna. She was nothing more than the only daughter of Lalia, the sorceress.

She felt Zak's dread as if it were her own. It was a strange sensation. She knew the emotion wasn't hers as well as the anger he held in check, in tight control.

An image came to her mind, an immense dragon, its scales gleaming like liquid gold, pacing, angry...trapped.

A Numba stepped up to Alluna, his face and body the color and texture of petrified wood. He shot his spiked tongue out at her, pricking her neck. Alluna shrieked in terror. She just could not take it anymore and clawed at Zak's chest, sobs choking her. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home, back to the safety of her tower room.

Everything around her swirled and melted until Zak's black Viper was the only solid reality around them.

"I want to go home," she screamed twisting in his arms.

"Easy, baby. You're safe now," he tried to soothe her.

"No," she shouted shaking her head so that her hair flew all around her face. "I want to go home, back to mama."

"You're upset. We'll go home. To our home and rest for the night. Tomorrow will be a new day—"

She turned her head to bare her teeth at him. "I don't want to go home with you," she shouted in his face, uncaring of the anger that made his blue eyes turn into slits. "I want my mama, my room. I don't belong here in this world. I don't belong with you."

Zak pulled her completely around to face him. "Back to being locked in a tower? Back to being alone? To the people that tried to kill you once?" he grated. "Fine."

He released her, closed his eyes, and leaned back. Light began to emanate from his body and Alluna felt sick of a sudden. Trembling she turned her head and almost fainted. All of space looked like a swirling whirlpool funneling around them. Zak was using his power to bend space to his will.

Alluna fell against him, unable to look any further or vomit the drink she'd ingested moments ago.

He didn't make a single move to cradle or soothe her. Like a fool, she clutched at his leather vest, burying her face against his hot skin. His scent filled her nostrils. How she longed to feel his arms around her again, but he remained stiff as a statue.

Already she regretted her rash words.

Alluna's stomach rolled making her open her eyes again. They were descending through clouds.

"What...where are we?"

"Arboria," he snapped.

Alluna almost screamed when gravity kicked in and the Viper hurtled down toward the ground.

They landed on the dark side of the planet. Griswicks chirred and clicked around them when the glass top of his transport pod slid open.

He jumped out of the Viper without uttering another word.

"Take your shoes off," he snapped.

She began to tremble seeing the tower fortress a few paces away. He was really abandoning her.

Toeing off her glass heels, she bit her lower lip wondering what he was going to do next. She didn't need to wait long when he gripped her arms and hauled her out of the Viper.

Zak was not very gentle when he simply gripped one arm and hauled her after him toward the tower.

She could barely keep up with his long strides, and by the time they dropped into a damp hole in the ground and made their way up into her old tower room, she was sobbing.

He pushed a door she never knew existed in her tower, marched her to the middle of her old room, and released her.

With a wave of his hand, her night lamps began to glow. Everything was exactly as she remembered; her lifeless dolls lounging about, her bed still rumpled and darkness looming in the corners.

The room was cold, dingy, everything in it old and shoddy.

He stared down at her. "This is where I say good-bye, Alluna...forever."

Tears poured down her face as she stared at him. He towered above her, his heat beckoning her body to seek solace in his arms.

He swallowed, his eyes going over every feature of her face. His hand began to lift and Alluna closed her eyes in anticipation of the care4ss. It never came. He cursed instead making her snap her eyes open once more. Closing his eyes, as though in pain, he spun on his heel and stalked away.

Alluna's knees gave way beneath her. She crumpled into a hysterical heap on her frayed rug, her cries of despair bouncing off the walls.

Never again would she know the sweetness of warm arms comforting her, of gentle hands feeding her...loving her.

"Zak," she wailed. "Please, master. I'm sorry."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 09



Zak lifted his hips, pulling his cock back before slowly pushing back in. Alluna clenched her teeth at the bite of pain. Zak thrust slowly a few times.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed. "I'm in heaven, baby."

Alluna arched toward him, the feel of his cock beginning to feel good sliding in and out of her. She whimpered and he answered with a growl.

"Oh, yesss," she hissed when he quickened his pace.

Zak released her hands and gripped her waist with both hands.

He snarled, his thrusts picking up momentum. Alluna snapped her hips sharply against his, spreading her legs, inviting him deeper. Already she could feel the crown of his cock kissing the entrance to her womb. The pleasure was a fire coursing through her, stemming from the man pinning her down to the bed. 

If mama saw her now, letting the golden-haired demon rut her like a beast...saw her enjoying the feel of a man's cock fucking her little pussy black and blue. Mama would call her a filthy little whore.

But if that was what she was, then she was Zak's filthy little whore...all master's.

The thought had her climaxing beneath him, crying out his name in helpless surrender. Above her, she heard him roar, his cock jerking deep inside her while he crushed his pelvic bone against hers. Alluna felt each spurt of cum jet into her quivering depths. He filled her until she felt the heat of it sliding down between her ass cheeks, and then Zak collapsed his sweating body atop hers.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 10



The second Alluna felt his erupting cock start to swell she'd reared back. Spurts of cum bathed her face, her breasts, and she had to wipe the hot, milky fluid from her eyes and back away some more.

The satin sheets were torn, fluff from the mattress peeking through, but that wasn't what had her eyes popping open as her jaw dropped. Zak's skin looked as if made of gold and his cock had swelled as thick as her arm. The head was different too. It ended in a point rather than the rounded form it had before. His hands twitched and she noted he had claws and his skin was beginning to look scaly. The sheets moved, drawing her attention.

Alluna dashed in terror to the glass wall and curled into a ball. The sheets weren't moving at all. What was spreading out beneath Zak's arching back were a pair of enormous wings that weren't exactly angelic looking.

She stared at him, huddled against the wall. A high pitched screeching sound blared, making her pulse soar. When it suddenly cut off, it left her ears ringing.

Zak's panting was loud now that the alarm deactivated. She watched as his cock shrank back down to normal, though it still remained pointing straight up.

Zak struggled to sit up, the golden wings at his back twitching awkwardly, and then he froze.

Alluna bit her lower lip when she saw the look of terror in his eyes. He turned his head and stared at his wings as if he'd never seen them before. Zak looked more horrified than she felt.

He began to pant again. He yanked the sheets off his legs and stared down at his body and then his hands. Everything was back to normal except...

Her heart leapt into her throat when he suddenly cried out in agony. The wings glowed, shriveled, and seemed to pull into his back. Zak lifted his fists, his face contorted in pain and then he fell forward, bending from the waist.

Two red slashes marred his once perfect skin, but as Alluna approached him tentatively, they began to fade.

She crawled back onto the bed, between his legs and laid her palm on his hot flesh. Zak snapped back up into a sitting position, startling her.

They stared at each other for long moments until he finally spoke.

"I wouldn't blame you if you fear me now."

"You...you were shifting into a dragon?"

He shuddered. "I guess." Zak continued to stare at her with haunted eyes. "I've only shifted completely once in my life and it happened accidentally."

It surprised her to hear him say that. For some reason she thought he shifted into his dragon self regularly.

Zak rose from the bed in agitation. Alluna watched him begin to pace at the foot of the bed, the long braid on his back swaying enticingly against the swell of his backside.

Alluna didn't care if he became angry with her. She dashed out of the bed and clung to him, stilling him in his tracks. His scent and warmth permeated her as her arms squeezed around his waist tighter.

Zak wrapped his arms around her and she felt him brush a kiss to the crown of her head.

"I'm making you more nervous." His hand smoothed over her back, the other caressing the back of her head. "I could never hurt you, Alluna. Please believe me."

She nodded and burrowed deeper into his chest, the fear that somehow mama would find them still haunting her.

A wave of dizziness swept over her and she opened her eyes to see the blue ray of the hygiene machine flowing over them. Zak had teleported them into the hygiene room.

"Alluna, why do you doubt your ability to satisfy me?"

The question took her by surprise.

"Don't evade me by clinging to me and hiding your face." His voice was soft, but he dropped his arms. "I expect an answer."

Slowly she peered up at him, but didn't loosen her hold. She could still feel his erection pressed against her middle.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 10



"Master, please," she whined.

That's good, Alluna—Remi growled. You've got Goliath by the balls now.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 11



"This is ridiculous," Remi spat.

He and Anniel watched images projected within a glowing orb toward the front left corner of Anniel's living room. Alluna sat at a glossy white table that slid out from one of the walls. Anniel had set out one of her fuchsia and metal chairs so Alluna could sit comfortably and taste the array of food Zak had sent up for her.

A holographic projection of Anniel sat next to her with a big smile. She was supposed to ask the hologram what everything was, but she felt strange talking to something she knew was a projected computer image.

"Is everything to your liking?" holo-Annie asked brightly.

Alluna toyed with a plump fruit called strawberry

"It would be better if Zak were here with me," Alluna muttered turning her head to stare out the thick glass wall that held back space.

Where did he go? Was he leaving her? Perhaps she shouldn't have told him of the sleeping dragon in mama's dungeon. What if he tried to rescue the beast and mama found him? Mama would trap him and the others.

With a sigh, she looked down at her pendant. How strange he couldn't see it. None of them could from what Alluna could tell. They didn't even think it was strange.

"Eat more, Alluna."

The deep voice startled her. She looked up into sapphire eyes. Zak occupied the place holo-Anniel had before.

With a squeal of joy, she jumped into his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. Alluna took a deep breath, sighed, and then stiffened.

Something wasn't right.

"Hey, no fooling around with the hologram," Remi laughed.

Alluna leaned back to look into Zak's smiling face...only it really wasn't Zak. The body beneath hers felt like a vibrating form. Alluna was sure if she pressed hard enough she could push her fingers right through him.

With a horrified gasp, she scrambled away. Holo-Zak just looked at her, his dimples bracketing his grin.

"Th-that's creepy," she whispered with a shiver.

"Alluna, come over here a sec," Anniel beckoned.

Grateful for the excuse, Alluna backed away from the smiling hologram to where Anniel and Remi were.

"Have you ever seen this person?" Anniel asked.

Alluna peered into the wavering orb. There were five strange beings sitting at a semicircular table speaking amongst themselves. She recognized the blue skin coloring of one of the males and an orange-skinned female sat next to him. Next to her was another creature. Alluna couldn't tell if it was male or female. Its head was large with big muddy-colored bulbous eyes and wavering tentacles where its mouth should be. Next to that was a reptilian looking creature and next to that one was another being that looked like an overgrown cat.

"The screen behind them, Alluna. That's the Northern king of Arboria," Remi pointed. "Have you ever seen him before?"

Without even looking, Alluna knew her answer. She never left the tower room and the only people she ever saw had been from far, and they were the peasants from the nearby village. Still, her curiosity made her study the regal man on the monitor behind the aliens. He sat on an intricately carved chair and had a wreath of golden leaves around his bald head. His skin was very dark and his eyes blazed like hammered gold. Zak was muscular, but this man was so large, he barely had a neck and Alluna doubted he could lower his arms much from the muscles bulging out from his sides. Leather pants and soft looking shoes covered him from the waist down leaving his torso almost bare. Over his chest, he wore a metal shield held up by leather straps.

Alluna shook her head. "I've never seen him before."

"He claims to be your father." Remi told her.

Alluna frowned. Father—it was one of the new words she'd learned about. She tilted her head to the side staring at the regal man on the monitor. He had contributed genetic material for her conception? Where had he been all her life? She felt confused, and her head began to throb.

"It's getting late," Remi sighed.

"Well, we didn't find anything out, but I guess Dev, Zak and Seth will fill us in on what's going on down in the hangar."

"I'm going down there. Rowie's escort should be here any minute. Need to see my girl."

Alluna watched as Remi disappeared in his usual flashy fashion.

"You barely touched anything, Alluna," Anniel smiled turning back to the glowing orb. With one finger, she turned the orb and the images changed.

"Where's Zak? I want him. Is he going to abandon me?"

"Why would you say that, cutie?" Anniel frowned.

Alluna turned away, wringing her fingers. "He's so... I'm...I just..."

"Hey," Anniel's arms going around her shoulders had Alluna gazing up into her pretty face. "He's just a guy." She smirked. "Okay, a big hunky guy, but he's real. He was helping Remi get Rowie back by supplanting one of the Teus brothers." Anniel rolled her eyes. "It's a long story, cutie. He's an overnight success, but he hasn't changed from the sweet Zak we all know and love."

Sweet? Alluna found Zak intense, bossy, passionate...but sweet?

"I guess you need to get to know him a little better," Anniel sighed as if reading her mind. "Zak is a push-over. He deems himself this big tough Dom, but if you know how to push his buttons the right way, you'll have him wrapped around your finger like this." Anniel snapped her own fingers with an evil grin.

"Push his buttons?"

Anniel laughed out and tugged Alluna toward the couch. "Girlfriend, me and you need to have a real heart to heart. Some serious girl talk, if you know what I mean."

Alluna plopped down on the couch next to Anniel. The girl folded her long legs underneath her and with a wave of her hand had a bowl of brown congealed mush floating over to them.

"Nothing like chocolate ice cream for this occasion. Have some."

She pushed a spoonful into Alluna's mouth. It was sweet and very cold, but Alluna found she liked the taste and smooth consistency against her tongue.

"Zak was a big slut before you came along," she sighed with a frown. "I'm not going to try to cover things up. He'd go out with the guys, and he was the only one who always brought back an array of females with him to the space station. He was never satisfied with just one."

Alluna gulped, her eyes going round. She knew it. Zak would never be satisfied by her. Alluna bit her lip and lowered her eyes, reluctant to allow Anniel bear witness to her shame.

Anniel's finger beneath her chin had her looking back up. "Until you came along." Anniel frowned. "When he came back from the tour, I felt a change in him. He became more aggressive during training sessions, he was quiet during meals, and if it weren't for Seth's insistence, I think he wouldn't have gone out to strip clubs anymore." She muttered something under her breath about how disappointed she was with Seth, but Alluna thought about what she'd said about the clubs.

"S-strip clubs. They are where humanoids go to see others remove their clothing and dance."

Anniel tilted her head to the side. "That's right. Rem said you've never been out of your tower room...never so much as saw others."

"I saw mama," and the vampire, and the dragon.

Anniel pursed her lips. "You've missed out on allot. Rowie's coming home today. Seth and Devon want us to keep training, but afterwards, maybe later on in the evening, we'll all go out to our favorite hang-out to celebrate Rowie's integration back into the family."

Alluna looked down at the simple white tunic Anniel had given her to wear. She was so much smaller than Anniel.

"Have you and Zak ever kissed?'

Anniel's smiled waned. She let out a puff of breath. "Alluna, we all love each other. Some people find our love immoral...at least the way we love each other. I've shared kisses with Zak, as well as with Remi and Devon. Let me show you something."

Alluna watched Anniel rise and walk to a built in shelf unit by the console where the orb with the images glowed. She took a small, clear, crystal and walked back to Alluna. Placing the crystal orb in her palm, she tapped it three times and an image unfolded before them.

Anniel and Rowie seemed much younger. They laughed and ran toward the gleaming lake in the enviro-level of the space station, tearing their clothes off as they neared the shimmering waters. Both girls dived in, resurfacing with a gasp.

"Oh, yeah," Anniel moaned, smoothing her hair back. "After all that training, this is heaven."

"What happened to Devon today?" Rowie said shaking her dark hair back from her face.

Anniel rolled her eyes. "I think he had a fight with the mega-bitch."

Rowie frowned. "Between you and me, I really can't stand Lillique."

Anniel snorted. "You and everyone else."

"Poor Dev. He's sooo..." Rowie sighed and then shivered.

Anniel grinned. "He's drop-dead gorgeous."

Rowie giggled with a shake if her head. "You've known him for such a long time. How is it that you didn't snag him for yourself?"

Anniel's grin faded and she suddenly looked sad.

"Hey, if I'm getting too nosey just tell me to butt out," Rowie apologized.

"No, honey," Anniel shook her head and caressed Rowie's cheek. "It's okay. I..."

Devon ran out from the foliage, chest heaving, and sobs choking him. He looked like a boy, maybe younger than Seth. Devon took one look at the girls wading in the lake and ran away. They gave him chase, calling out to him.

Alluna's heart pounded and had she been there, she would have run after him too. There was something horribly wrong with seeing Devon so distraught. Something that beautiful should never be so upset.

They found him around a bend in the lakeshore. Anniel turned him to face her and gasped in shock at his bruised face.

"Dev, what the fuck?" Rowie sputtered cupping his cheek.

He winced when she ran her thumb across the blood trickling from his lip.

Alluna's heart tightened in her chest looking at the reddened handprint on his swollen cheek and scratch marks across his throat.

"That's it. I am going to kick that bitch's..."

"She's gone," he blurted. "S-she left me."

"Well good," Rowie spat.

"Still wanna kick her ass. Look what she did to you...again," Anniel snarled.

Devon hung his head. "I deserved it."

"bullshit," Rowie snapped.

"No," he cried. "Luke took me with him to...Heaven's Pearly Gates."

"Oh, Dev," Anniel shook her head.

"That's no excuse to beat the shit out of him like this," Rowie roared.

Devon shook his head. "Luke gave me Liquid X. I couldn't stop..."

"Oh, like she doesn't fuck around either," Rowie insisted.

"Doesn't matter now. She packed her stuff and left," he said in a quiet voice.

"Forget that stupid bitch," Anniel said turning his face to hers, her hand caressing the side of his face.

"That's right. Come swim with us." Rowie began undoing the closure to his uniform.

He looked dazed, but he allowed both females to undress him.

Alluna's eyes grew round as she watched them uncover every inch of a young Devon. His black hair moved with the breeze, his blue eyes glowed as his cheeks flushed. His body was also mottled with bruises and the girls began kissing each one. He gasped and then moaned at their attentions. They pulled him into the water and began taking turns kissing him on his mouth.

Alluna found herself turned on by the sight of each female fisting his blue-black hair to turn his face and ravage his lush mouth. He sat completely submissive to them, allowing them to kiss him passionately.

She shivered, wondering what it would be like to be the recipient of hungry kisses like that...to sit between two male bodies and have them devour her mouth with that much hunger.

Strong fingers wrapped around her palm, making Alluna startle.

She gazed up into Zak's sapphire eyes and was in his lap a second later pressing kisses all over his face.

"Such enthusiasm," he sighed, his hand cupping her bottom. "Annie showing you home movies?"

Alluna leaned back and realized he had Anniel gripped by the back of her neck and was pulling her closer.

"Just explaining to her how it is with us," Anniel smiled.

Zak looked at Anniel briefly and then stared at Alluna. "You're aroused. Watching Row and Annie kiss Dev turned you on."

Alluna felt herself blush. His eyes looked deeply into hers before sweeping down her body. Alluna shivered and sucked in a breath when she realized her tunic had disappeared.

Instinctively, she drew her hands up to cover herself, but Zak gripped her wrists. "No," he snapped.

Alluna whimpered, her eyes darting to Anniel.

Anniel chewed the corner of her lip. "Zak, you need to go slower with her."

"Is that what you want, Alluna," his deep voice rumbled. "Slow."

Alluna swallowed. She wasn't really sure what she wanted.

"Annie, take your top off," Zak said never taking his eyes off Alluna.

One brow lifted with a snort. "What for?"

"Just do it...or have you become bashful too?" Zak drawled rolling his eyes at her.

Anniel hesitated, but then she put her hands on the hem of her black tank top and pulled it over her head.

Her breasts spilled free, making Alluna's eyes go round. The mounds of flesh were very big and her nipples were dark. Anniel's arms were molded with muscle as well as her abdomen. She looked powerful and beautiful. Alluna hunched her shoulders and pouted.

"She thinks she isn't pretty," Zak growled.

Anniel gave Alluna a shocked look. "No way."

"Way," Zak replied.

"But that's silly. Look at yourself, cutie. You're like a little doll." Anniel stroked a finger across her cheek. "So soft and sweet."

Alluna looked at her breasts and then Anniel's. The other girl was much bigger, her satiny skin darker. She looked like a goddess with her auburn locks and hazel eyes.

"Mama...mama always said..." Memories of the disgusted looks mama would cast Alluna when her breasts grew flitted through her mind, as well as the sound of her laughter when Alluna told her about the hair that had grown between her legs and under her arms.

Zak wiped his fingers over her cheeks, making Alluna realize she had begun to cry.

"You're beautiful, and you're mine. Your mother was sick and disturbed and I don't want you to ever think of all the bullshit she stuck in your head. Do you understand me, Alluna?"

Alluna nodded. "Y-yes."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 11



Alluna shivered, and then took a deep breath.

Zak's anxiety level shot higher when she opened her eyes and they glowed as bright as Devon's. The lights around them dimmed and her power churned around them like wind.

Alluna slowly opened her hands revealing a gold ball of flame.

Zak stared at it for a few seconds before it extinguished itself.

He didn't need Seth to tell him that she didn't concentrate enough. Her power leaked out of her like a faulty airlock and she drew from external sources instead of concentrating first on what she had within her.

"Not bad," Seth said with a nod. He looked at Zak. "She's teachable." He looked back at Alluna. "I'm not pyro and have a hard time controlling fire, Zak has some ability with it, but no one can control fire like Remien." Seth rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately he's engaged at the moment. Devon has forbidden me to disturb hum and Rowie, so in the meanwhile, you can take a seat there with Angel and watch us train a bit."

Alluna nodded, but looked askance at Zak.

He smiled and cupped her face, pressing his nose against hers. "We use holographic swords and spar with each other or images projected by the training programs."

"Do you always use swords?"

"Almost always. Weapons are sometimes used to intimidate those that haven't developed their powers, but when in combat with another like us, only swords are useful. So far we've never had to unsheathe a sword to battle another humanoid...just devils."

Her eyes widened. "You've battled devils?"

Zak nodded.

"Zak let's get moving," Seth reminded him.

With a sigh, he kissed Alluna's forehead and nodded to where Angel sat in a big lounger, Devon had acquired for her.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 12



Chapter Twelve

Zak couldn't get a feel for Seth. It was as if he were a completely different person. Devon felt him in the enviro-level, so they had teleported there to search.

God, I don't feel or hear him—Zak sent out telepathically. Dev, are you sure he's here?

He's here. His memories have regressed along with his age—Devon answered.

What does that mean?—Remi's voice echoed in Zak's head.

It's like she turned back time for him. I feel his fear, can almost hear his thoughts...he's scattering his essence so it's really hard to pin-point where he is exactly. Devon's voice sounded incredulous.

Zak also thought it surprising Seth would have so much telekinetic ability when he was practically a baby.

"Here-kitty-kitty-kitty," Remi called in a sing-song voice.

Zak rolled his eyes with a shake of his head and then stiffened when he heard a low growl.

The voices in his head went silent.

"Come-on, pussy-cat. Uncle Rem's got a nice bowl of cream for you." Remi's voice was definitely teasing and the growling grew louder.

Zak smirked. The son-of-a-bitch was riling Seth to get him to reveal where he was.

The feel of Alluna's hand clutching his arm had him turning his head to her. He put his finger over his pursed lips to signal her not to make any noise. Just ahead of them, Zak could see Remi's mop of red hair through the foliage swaying around them.

"Here-kitty-kitty-kitty. Here, little pussy-cat,"

Branches snapped and a flash of black and white knocked Remi over. Rowie screamed and Zak ran toward the commotion.

Seth was no little kitty-cat. Transformed into his tiger, Seth was as big as any normal fully adult Siberian white tiger.

"Oh-shit, Dev," Zak crouch, unsure what to do as he watched the twelve foot nine hundred pound tiger maul Remi. "I thought you said he was a fucking cub."

"Seth, please," Rowie shrieked jumping on the big cat's back. "Don't kill my baby."

Anniel and Angel began shrieking as well, making Zak's ears hurt. Devon gripped Seth around his big furry neck, begging Seth to let Remi go.

Remi, the bastard, was laughing, even as Seth's enormous tiger jaws gripped and shook him from the scruff of his neck.

Alluna began to wail beside Zak, making him raise his brows. "Do something. Oh—this is all my fault. Poor Remi."

Zak had heard enough. His girl wanted Remi's ass saved, bless her sweet confused heart. Zak threw himself into the fray of writhing legs, arms, claws, and fangs.

Seth's fangs were digging deeper into Remi's neck, copious amounts of blood running down the weredragons chest. Still Remi laughed as though he were being tickled.

No. Not tickled. He hated that and screamed in agony when it was done to him.

Rem, you sick fuck. Stop laughing. You're only getting him madder.

Zak wedged himself under Remi at one point when they all rolled to the right. He could see Seth's enraged blue eyes. Zak snarled and gripped the fuzzy ears and gave them a jerk.

He didn't know if it was fear at losing his crazy-assed brother or rage at not knowing how to remedy the situation, but his voice came out as a bestial roar. "You let go of Remi this instant or I swear I'll put you across my knee and beat your scrawny little ass black and blue, Sethaliel."

The fur in his hands became two little ears hidden beneath a wealth of platinum blond hair.

They collapsed in a heap of bodies when the enormous tiger changed back into a boy no bigger than three feet.

The boys' lip quivered, his enormous blue eyes filling with tears just before his face crumpled and soft sobs shook his tiny frame.

Devon scooped him up and held him tight to his chest. Zak got to his feet and helped Remi and Rowie up. Remi was a bit wobbly on his feet, but already Zak saw how his wounds were closing up.

"You alright, man?" he asked, his voice still gruff.

Remi nodded, but his attention was on Rowie who was trembling, her breath choked with sobs. She licked at his blood and wounds, holding on to his tattered shirt with white knuckled fingers.

Anniel's hand on Zak's arm made him jump. "You okay, Goliath?"

Zak stared at Seth's shivering form in Devon's arms. He looked no older than three—maybe four-years-old.

He wanted to caress him and tell him he was sorry for frightening him, but remained quiet. It was better if the boy feared him a little. There was no telling how well the tot could control his beast. For now, his fear of Zak would be a good protection for all of them.

"Remi," Devon looked over Seth's blond head. "You okay?"

Remi nodded, his eyes falling on Devon's bundle. "Amaranth helped me get back to normal the time Luna's mother turned me into a miniature dragon."

Zak looked at Remi when he used the new nickname for Alluna.

"I'll send out a message to the high priestess," Anniel volunteered stroking Seth's hair with Angel at her side holding his trembling hand. His fingers looked so tiny, like a baby's

Seth hid his face against Devon's chest making Zak frown more. He really didn't remember them, the absence of his presence in Zak's mind making him ache.

"No," Devon sighed. "We'll take him to Seraphia ourselves. I'll go with Zak. The rest of you stay. We'll stay linked."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 12



"You're beautiful," Zak heard Seth tell her, his guiles blue eyes on her face.

Amaranth's lip quivered. "Thank you."

Seth smiled, making Zak's heart almost stop. He rarely ever smiled.

"When I grow up I'm going to marry you," he stated matter-of-factly.

Devon coughed and Zak felt a lump form in his throat. Seth was really in love with the pretty reaper.

Amaranth's mouth moved, no words coming out as she stared at him in shock.

Seth puckered his tiny mouth and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips.

Amaranth wrapped her arms tighter around him in a hug. After a long moment, she lowered him to the ground.

"I—I'll need to remove this just in case he grows bigger than normal," she said gesturing to the loose shirt Seth wore. It was so big it fell to his pudgy feet.

"Bigger?" Zak arched a brow at her.

Amaranth took a deep breath, her eyes darting from Devon's to his. "When I tried to change Remi, there was a moment when he grew very big."

Zak nodded, remembering the hundreds of vids showing Remi in dragon form squeezed inside the atrium of the studio where a live interview was being aired the eve before Angel of Retribution's tour with Draconius Imorteus and Ashtar.

Devon and Zak stepped back after she gently removed Seth's only covering. The reaper began to whisper and circle the wide-eyed tiny boy.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 13



Alluna stared at her reflection in disbelief. Angel, Rowie and Anniel grinned behind her.

"You look totally hot." Anniel clapped her hands, excitement making her eyes shine.

Angel folded her arms over her belly with a nod. "Yes. I do believe Zak is going to be quite pleased."

Rowie had her fingernails in her mouth and squealed out a laugh. "Holy shit, Goliath's gonna cum in his pants."

Rowie held up her hand and both Angel and Anniel gave it a smack over her head.

"It's called a high five, Alluna."

Rowie remained holding her hand up, obviously waiting for Alluna to repeat what the other two women had done.

She turned and high-fived Rowie. They all cheered.

In that moment, Alluna felt...like part of the family.

Her eyes welled. She had a family. Her smile grew and she turned back to the mirror.

Her bustier was a piece of art made of a mirror-like alloy carved with intricate designs and held in place with a stretchy fabric that wrapped around her back. She wore an undergarment that consisted of a small triangle barely covering her sex, held in place by rhinestone-studded straps that curved over her hips and joined in the back to disappear between her buttocks. A filmy white material draped from her hips to her ankles, open in the front to show her long legs and high-heeled strappy stilettos. The sparkling straps of her undergarment peeked naughtily over the top of the low-slung skirt.

Anniel and Rowie had designed her make-up, making Alluna's eyes look sultry and lips kissable with a shimmering gloss. Angel had finished the beautiful effect by pulling the front of her hair back with diamond-studded pins, to tumble down her back in a fall of spiral curls.

"A few more touches," Rowie said, draping a choker of diamonds around Alluna's neck. The diamonds dripped down her cleavage ending in a single black onyx nestled between her breasts.

Anniel and Angel secured diamond bracelets around her wrists.

"There." Anniel grinned as they all stepped back to admire her. "Now you really look like a princess."

Rowie placed her hand on Alluna's shoulder and looked at her grimly. "Alluna, whatever you do, make sure you're around one of us at all times. Don't trust anyone that isn't one of us."

"Don't drink anything that any stranger gives you," Anniel added.

"Don't talk to reporters. They'll twist everything you say," Angel also advised with a frown.

Rowie stroked Alluna's cheek with a smile. "Don't worry about anything. Zak will watch over you."

"As well as the rest of us, Luna," Anniel smiled hugging Alluna from the other side.

"If anyone tries anything, they'll taste this..."

Alluna's eyes widened when she saw Angel reach up and pull a flaming sword from thin air. The pregnant girl adopted a battle-ready stance and swung the sword in a perfect arc. The blade whistled through the air, fire dancing alone its lethal looking edge.

"Oh, my," Alluna said in awe.

Angel's full lips turned up in a wicked smile, her enormous blue eyes staring at Alluna from beneath dark lashes. "You'll be well protected, Luna. You're one of us now."

Alluna's throat tightened with emotion. "Th-thank you."

The girls converged on her with a heart-felt hug.

***

They piled into Anniel's Viper. Since Rowie and Angel would return with Remi and Devon, they left their transports in Alpha 7.

Angel still didn't quite have the grasp of using her powers to travel and fold space, so she talked with Alluna while Rowie and Anniel concentrated on taking them to a planetoid called X.

"I'm of Crystalian descent, but was born and bred in Grei captivity."

Alluna's eyes widened. "How awful."

Angel looked down at her belly, her hands covering it protectively. "It was. A nightmare." Her eyes rose to meet Alluna's once more, and Alluna saw the haunted look they had. "I was trained to be a whore. They'd put us in holo-sim tanks and virtually mated us with every compatible species there is." Her eyes became glazed, her look far away. "S-sometimes... they weren't compatible."

Alluna's heart sped up when tears appeared in the other girl's eyes. Reaching over, she put her hand over Angel's, making her start and focus on Alluna again.

Angel attempted a smile. "The first time I bled, they pulled me from my cage and took me to the Xenar slave market. There I was put up for sale." She swallowed. "That's where Lady Serena found me. She's the high priestess of the Venushtian temple on Venushti. She'd had a vision and came to rescue me."

"That's... amazing," Alluna said sincerely. "How did you meet Devon?"

Angel grinned. "I was to become a priestess and my task in proving my worth was to retrieve a holy relic that belonged to one of our defiled shrines. A demon that had been locked away in a frozen black orb."

Alluna felt terror shimmy up her spine. "D-demon?"

Angel nodded. "Devon."

Now Alluna's jaw dropped. Devon was a demon? The image of his inhumanly white skin, impossibly black hair, and glowing blue eyes came to mind.

"We're almost there," Anniel interrupted.

Alluna looked at her and then the swirling kaleidoscope of stars beyond the glass top of the Viper.

"Why did your mother have you locked away in a tower?"

Angel's question startled Alluna. She turned back to her, her brows furrowed as she thought. "She said the villagers would hurt me if I ever ventured out."

Angel's eyes narrowed. "But she went out, didn't she?"

Alluna blinked. "Well... um... yes." Mama never stayed with Alluna.

"And she slept in the tower with you?"

"N-no. She only came to bring me food every few moon cycles."

Angel just looked at her. "Did you put a love spell on Zak?"

Anniel and Rowie looked at Alluna this time.

Alluna shook her head. "No, I—I ... um..." Alluna frowned. She'd been practicing her Echize di' Drakkur, Dragon's Lure. "I don't know exactly what it's supposed to do other than lure a dragon to me," she finally admitted.

"You almost had Remi too," Rowie cut in.

Alluna stared at her wide-eyed. "Remi?"

Rowie nodded. "It was his fault Zak was near your tower in the first place. He opened a portal and Zak fell through. We came looking for Zak—Seth, Rem and me. When we were close to the tower Remi started acting strange..." Rowie rolled her eyes, "more than usual. He started walking like a zombie toward the tower. If it weren't for Seth, he might've broken his neck by falling into a secret tunnel a few paces from the bottom of the tower. We found Zak inside your tower, but he wasn't himself, and hasn't been himself really ever since that day."

Alluna nibbled her lip, worry clutching her innards. Did Zak want her because of a spell she inadvertently put on him? How could she break the spell? Her heart began a frantic staccato against her ribs. Did she really want to break the spell? What if he didn't want her anymore afterwards?

"Incoming communication," Anniel said breaking the tension.

The Viper's only electronic equipment blinked to life. The pale face of a male appeared on the com-unit screen. His hair was deep red and eyes a grey so light they looked white.

"Ah, Midnight Rose. We were expecting you."

Alluna bit back her gasp. The handsome male was a vampire, his fangs glinting pure white between rose-hued full lips.

"The boys are already there, I'm assuming," Rowie answered.

The vampire nodded. "You assume correctly. Your escorts are waiting. I've already signaled them to meet you. Do you have a relay?"

Anniel looked at Rowie with a raised brow. Rowie laughed. "We're in our Viper's coming from Signus. No relays in here."

The vampire smiled, his fangs showing even more. "No matter. I'm sure they will find you. I'll tell them to open their minds to you. Try to make contact."

There was a moment of silence.

"I think I feel them," Rowie whispered.

More silence.

"Yes," Anniel nodded. "That's them."

Alluna saw Angel peering out of the glass and looked also. At first, she saw nothing, but then eight silver dart-shaped pods appeared before them. The pods surrounded the Viper all around. One stopped in front, two hovered over them, two more flanked either side, and two lined up behind them. The last one dipped below their Viper.

They moved forward in perfect formation. After a few minutes, Alluna saw a cluster of planetoids. They circled a small yellow star.

"Haddasha is on Ibannia. A small planetoid about the size of Earth's moon," Anniel informed Alluna. "Its atmosphere is artificially generated, and, like the moon, the same side is always facing the sun."

"Haddasha was built on the dark side of Ibannia, on an extinct volcano," Rowie added.

Alluna watched mesmerized as the planetoid loomed closer. The rays of the sun behind it gave it the illusion of a black sun. It was beautiful. The closer they flew in the more details Alluna saw. Like the fact that the entire dark side of the planetoid was peppered with thousands upon thousands of lights, twinkling like space around them.

"Haddasha isn't the only establishment here," Anniel continued. "Ibannia's dark side has restaurants, luxury hotels, clubs and a small city were those that either work or own a business here live."

"What's on the other side where the sun shines?" Alluna asked.

"Nothing," Rowie answered. "It's an inferno. Nothing could ever survive there."

They dipped lower, until the formation of cities and transports were seen clearly.

The lights were blinding. Buildings made of glass and metal soared high twisting into fascinating shapes she never could have imagined in her wildest dreams. More transport pods surrounded them.

"Reporters," Angel snorted.

The view was blocked. There were too many transports surrounding them, but then they melted away to reveal a large, dark grey castle. Its' windows glowed red and golden strobes lit the dark sky from its towers. Alluna saw that the ground around the castle moved, flashes of light flickering like lightning from the strange mass. When they finally landed, she realized the mass was alive. There were millions of beings clamored together around the entrance to the castle. The girls settled the Viper on a red disk about one hundred paces wide.

"Alluna, keep your eyes forward all the time until we get in," Anniel told her.

"And keep your head up high," Angel added.

Rowie sighed. "Whatever you do, don't look scared."

Alluna gulped. She was actually terrified.

"Zak is in there waiting for you, honey," Anniel smiled giving her fingers a squeeze. "Think of that."

Alluna nodded. It definitely helped to think of Zak waiting for her.

My master—she thought, feeling a shiver race through her. She hoped he liked how she looked.

"Everybody ready?" Rowie asked taking a deep breath.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Anniel answered.

The top of the Viper rolled half way open.

"We gotta keep Row hidden until the last moment," Anniel confided into Alluna's ear.

The beings were roaring and cheering so loud, it almost left Alluna deaf.

More vampires stood in a line to either side, creating a path into the castle. Anniel helped Angel and then Alluna out of the Viper. They walked a few steps ahead and then stopped. Four vampires, wearing long black cloaks approached the Viper and extended their hands to Rowie.

Alluna thought Rowie looked like a beautiful Queen with her black lace and velvet gown. She pulled back her hair in a mass of twisted braids. It fell to her waist in a tumble of glossy black curls. Rowie placed her gloved hands into the vampires' and stepped out.

Alluna jumped in alarm when the roaring of the crowd grew louder. Lights were pointed at Rowie and Alluna could hear the name Midnight Rose chanted within the multitude.

"Who's Midnight Rose?"

Anniel nodded at Rowie. "It's her stage name as lead singer of Angel of Retribution."

Alluna's lips formed an O, her brain bringing to the forefront the information of AOR being an intergalactic rock band composed of vampires. Zak had supplanted the guitarist Imo for a while in another band called Draconius Imorteus, but had also made a name for himself in the music business.

They walked to a flat silver disk in the middle of the long red-carpeted entrance. Once they were all standing on the disk, it rose a few feet in the air and floated forward. The red carpet flowed like a river of crimson over a stone bridge. Alluna gulped when she caught sight of the fiery lava that filled the moat around this castle. The gargoyles she thought were decorations perched around the castle, watched with glowing yellow eyes. One transport hovered too close and two dozen of the demonic creatures attacked it, sending it hurtling out over the crowd. Alluna shivered in terror, hoping they wouldn't attack them.

Anniel threaded her fingers through Alluna's, looking down at her with a wide grin. Don't be afraid, Luna. They won't hurt us.

Alluna tried to smile back, but the glowing eyes of the snarling gargoyles had a shudder of terror running through her.

The disk approached the arched entrance. Doors were one hundred feet high by fifty wide creaked open a sliver, allowing the red glow from the interior to reflect upon their glossy black surface. Thousands of metal spikes covered the doors and two muscular Orgwards pulled them open wider to allow Remien to step out.

The multitude seemed to grow wild. This time Alluna clapped her hands over her ears.

Remi smiled, helping each one of them down from the disk. He wore black pants layered with metal-spiked belts and chains. His shirt was more like a clingy mesh that showed off his tattoos and nipple piercings, and over that, he wore a long glossy black trench coat that reached the floor.

The breeze ruffled wisps of his red mane. He grinned at Alluna offering her his hand. She grasped it gratefully and stepped down from the disk.

"Holy shit, Luna," he growled looking at her from head to toe. "Baby, you look totally hot."

Alluna gave a little start when he brushed his lips over hers.

Remi released Alluna and extended his hand to Rowie. His female accepted his hand and stepped down and into his body. They wrapped their arms around each other and fused their mouths in a fiery kiss. More lights flashed.

Anniel and Angel tugged on Alluna's hands. She followed them into the castle a little dazed.

Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Lights flashed over a writhing, swaying multitude. The music was unlike anything she'd ever heard, the beat pounding through the soles of her high-heeled shoes.

The interior of the castle had multiple levels, spiraling stairways, and jutting balconies that rose to the high-arched ceiling. Large chandeliers made of polished brass and dripping with crystals held thick candlesticks. Golden flames flickered from their tips, casting a soft glow upon the vaulted ceiling. Crimson curtains drifted down around the ribbed columns that supported the vaulted ceiling. Lights of every color imaginable flashed around the cavernous interior.

"We're at our usual spot," Remi called out over Alluna's shoulder.

She turned to look back at him. Remi had Rowie tucked in front of him with his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, his hand resting on her small rounded belly.

Rowie's face was flushed, her fangs gleaming in the flashing lights as she smiled and gestured Alluna to follow Angel and Anniel's lead.

They wove their way through the throng of alien beings, deeper into the mammoth stone structure.

Alluna could feel the floor sloping down. There were raised pedestals where only a few beings lounged. A red force field kept everyone else out

"Those are the VIP areas," Rowie said over the loud music. "The closer the VIP area is to the center of the club, the more important the patron."

Alluna narrowed her eyes and looked toward the center of the vast dance floor. A flash ahead caught her attention. Devon was grinning and waving at them. She could see his bioluminescent eyes. There were other dark figures with him, but too many for her to make out.

It seemed like forever before they reached the circular VIP area of the Alpha Angels. It was in the dead center of the club. Two gargoyles stood watch at the entrance of the sectioned off area. It was a few feet higher than the rest of the dance floor and had a spectacular view of the entire club.

Devon stood at the entrance of the VIP area and greeted them when they stepped up onto the pedestal.

Alluna watched when he brushed a kiss over Anniel's smiling lips and then wrapped his arms around Angel. The pretty blonde melted against him as his mouth engulfed hers. Angel's arms went around his neck while Devon's hands roamed her back and cupped her ass to pull her into his groin. He moaned as his hips rolled against hers.

The feel of Remi's arm going around Alluna's shoulders startled her for a second, making her glance briefly at him. Remi still had his arm wrapped around Rowie, his eyes glinting in amusement at Angel and Devon who looked as though they were about to crawl into each other's clothes at any moment.

"Hey, you two," he snickered, "get a room for fuck's sake."

Angel jumped, tearing her kiss-plumped lips from Devon. She looked dazed for a few seconds before her face turned pink and the leg she'd wrapped around Devon's legs lowered to the glowing glass floor. Remi barked out a laugh making her frown and then stick her tongue out at him.

"Ha," Remi scoffed. "I dare you to bring that over here."

Angel sneered at him as Devon laughed and lifted his middle finger at the red-haired weredragon.

Rowie swatted Remi with her tiny fist, her giggles like tinkling bells. "Behave, you brat."

Devon's hand touching Alluna's arm had her snapping her gaze back to him. She tipped her head back, her eyes going round when he wrapped one big hand around her waist and drew her close. Just like Remien, Devon dipped his head and brushed his petal-soft lips over hers.

"You look beautiful, Luna," he said straightening with a smile.

"Th-thank you." Alluna couldn't help gaping at him. She still thought he looked like a god, inhumanely beautiful.

His head tipped to the side. "Go say hi to Seth."

She blinked, her hand going to her mouth. Seth. Alluna gasped, remembering she'd turned him into a toddler. Glancing in the direction Devon looked, she saw Seth rising from a high stool at their private bar. There were a few dark-haired males congregated there she didn't recognize, but it didn't matter because Seth had all her attention.

It was obviously going to be a night for staggering surprises.

He was no longer a toddler. Her eyes ran over his tall, lean, broad-shouldered length. Seth wore a long glossy black coat, its' collar high and tight around his neck with metal buttons marching down his torso in two rows to just below his waist, fitting him like a glove. From there, it flared out to sweep the floor, the split center revealing black velvety pants and tight boots laced up to his knees.

But it was not his eye-catching attire that had her jaw dropping. As he stood, his hair, that once just barely brushed the back of his shoulders, now spilled forward in a silken fall of platinum blond to his waist.

He stepped right up to her. She stared up at him suddenly feeling very tiny in front of the six-foot-six Alpha Angel. His eyes .held no warmth and his brows drew closer the slightest bit, making him look stern. "You and I are going to have a little talk on how to restrain impulsive outbursts of power." Seth's eyes narrowed as he waited for her response.

Alluna winced with a gulp. "Y-yes sir," she replied feeling chagrined. He had every right to be angry with her, but to her surprise, Seth leaned down and put his mouth over hers in a soft kiss that had her sighing.

"Welcome to the family, Luna," he said when he lifted his head to look at her.




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 13



She didn't know what to say. Her eyes went from his unsmiling face to gape at his beautiful hair.

"Zak and Devon told me what happened." He looked down, taking a few strands of his white hair between his fingers. "When I was turned back to my normal size, it grew with me." His eyes darted back up to hers with a frown. "I had to rid myself of all my facial hair again."

"I'm...so sorry, Sethaliel."

He stood taller, rolling his shoulders farther back. "We'll discuss this tomorrow. For now, Go to Zak. He's waiting for you."

Seth stepped to the side, urging her toward the bar where he'd been seated.

The group of raven-haired males had turned, and were now looking right at her. Their skin was pale and there golden eyes glowed strangely. They parted away from the bar to reveal...

Zak.

Alluna sucked in her breath at the sight of him. He sat on a high stool looking regal. His arms rested on the armrests and his sapphire eyes blazed into hers. Pleasure shot up her spine as she took in his loose tresses streaming down his chest to his waist. He also wore a long black coat, but Zak's was open, revealing him bare-chested. Nothing but a silver chain with a blue pendant hung between his pectorals. His wide belt had an intricate silver buckle and metal studded his boots. One enormous foot rested on the stool's rung and the other on the floor.

Zak's eyes narrowed. Had it not been for Remien, who looped his arm around Alluna again and led her to Zak, she would have remained rooted to the spot where she stood.

She stared at his unsmiling face in trepidation. Was Zak angry with her? Her eyes welled making his brows draw closer together.

By the time Remi brought her right between Zak's spread thighs, her tears were already spilling down her cheeks.

Zak made no attempt to touch her. He just stared down his nose at her. "Why are you crying?"

Alluna let out her pent up breath in a tumble of words. "I-I'm sorry, mas—"

His finger shot up to rest against her lips, silencing her. He stared at her for long moments before wrapping his big hand around the back of her neck to drag her forward.

Alluna opened her mouth for his kiss, letting his tongue stake its claim. He tasted her thoroughly, his other hand wrapping around her waist to draw her completely against him.

She whimpered, melting against his hot torso, and ran her fingers up his velvety skin. The muscles on his chest flexed beneath her exploring hands. She pressed her fingernails against them to test their firmness just before sinking her fingers into the long blond hair at the nape of his thick neck. His hand fisted tighter in her own hair, tipping her neck back so he could ravage her mouth more thoroughly.

Alluna moaned and knew that if he hadn't had her so tightly enfolded in his arms, she would have melted into a little puddle of pleasure at his feet.

"Geez, Zak. How about some introductions."

Alluna kept her eyes on Zak when he pulled his lips away with reluctance.

He looked to the side and smirked. His eyes turned back to Alluna. "Alluna, meet the Teus brothers."

Only then did she turn to acknowledge the males he presented to her. Draco looked like the eldest, tall, black-haired, and reed thin. Although compared to the other brothers, he had a bit more muscle in his upper body. Oni was the second eldest and the youngest was Morte who looked like a gangly fifteen year-old boy. The twins were barely older than the youngest. Iusi and Imo smiled flirtatiously with Alluna making her gasp when she saw their fangs.

"Yes, Alluna," Zak crooned into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "They're vampires."

If the runes would have told her a mooncycle ago that she would be dressed as she was, standing where she was, surrounded by two weredragons and five vampires, she might have been tempted to throw those old runes away believing they were no longer dependable for foreseeing the future.

"All right. I made the introductions, now everybody get lost and let me have some privacy with my girl."

The brothers made sounds of disappointment.

"Damn. You've become such an ass ever since the serum stopped working on you," Oni complained.

Alluna frowned up at Zak, her hand smoothing over his bare chest. "Serum?"

Remi, who still stood next to her, leaned closer to be heard above the loud music that had started in the background. "Our personal physician developed a serum with Rowie's DNA that temporarily turned Seth, Zak and me into vamps. Zak still has his fangs."

When he nodded at Zak, Alluna turned to look at her beautiful master. The corners of his lips turned up a bit, but he kept them closed. She'd felt and seen his fangs before, but now she was curious to get a better look at them.

Alluna lifted her hand tentatively to poke her index finger in the corner of his mouth. She jumped with a start when he suddenly nipped her finger, keeping it trapped between his white teeth.

Remi chuckled next to them. "Now what are you going to do, Luna?"

She tried to pry her finger loose, but Zak closed his lips around her digit and began to suck, sending jolts of arousal straight to her breasts and core.

"Mmmm," Remi growled. "That's looks good. Shit, Rowie. We can't let them look hotter than us."

Remi pulled Rowie against him and took her mouth. Alluna groaned when the tugs on her finger increased. She saw how Rowie fisted Remi's mane with both hands and kissed him back ferociously.

Zak released Alluna's finger and pulled her against him. One hand buried in the hair at her nape, he took possession of her mouth again.

"Aw, fuck this," Draco exclaimed. "Let's get out of here and find our own females."

Zak began to laugh and drew his lips away from Alluna's.

The Teus brothers shuffled over to the other side of the bar to flirt with Anniel.

Remi's arm going around Alluna's shoulders had her head turning back to him. Rowie had thrown her arm around Zak's neck and Alluna caught when they parted from a brief kiss. All four made a perfect tight circle, their faces mere inches from one another.

Remi grinned, his eyes darting from Rowie to Alluna to Zak. "We are the luckiest bastards here."

Zak chuckled. "That we are."

Remi's arm tightened around Alluna drawing her closer as well as Rowie, who also pulled Zak in.

"Our women are the prettiest in the galaxy," Remi growled as his tongue darted out to touch Rowie's lips.

Alluna closed her eyes when Remi's muscular arm pressed her so close, her cheek rubbed against his. Hands, because it was more than one, sank into her hair, and lips and tongues danced against her lips. Her heart beat frantically against her ribs. They were all kissing... a four-way kiss. Her head was turned from side to side until she couldn't tell who's lips ate at hers.

Her hands rose to fist Zak and Remien's hair and felt how they alternated kissing her and Rowie. Alluna opened her eyes a sliver to see Remi's glittering green-gold eyes watching her in amusement. They all back away a few inches.

Her mind reeled at what they had just done. Zak continued to stare at her and she felt her face flush from excitement as well as a hint of shyness. She licked her lips still tasting the subtle hint of Zak as well as Remi and Rowie. A quiver ran through Alluna. Rowie giggle and tweaked Alluna's nose.

"Get used to it, Luna. That's the way it is between us. Nothing but love, baby-girl."

"We have to initiate Luna," Remi said with a smirk.

Zak stiffened and pulled Alluna away from the circle of their embrace. "She isn't ready for that, Rem."

"Says who?" Remi challenged with a laugh.

Zak scowled.

Rowie gripped Remi by the edges of his coat and pulled him against her with a grin. "Ease off, Fyre."

He looked into her eyes and snorted. "Whatever."

Alluna frowned. "Initiation?"

"Just a stupid ritual our ex-second in command came up with."

"Ritual?" That certainly perked her interest.

Rowie wrapped her arms around Remi's waist and smiled at Alluna. "It's a way of commemorating becoming part of the family."

Alluna's eyes widened. She looked at Zak pleadingly. "But I want to be part of the family. Please?"

Zak frowned. "You are part of our family now, Alluna." His hands caressed her back in soothing sweeps. "The ritual isn't important. It's just a part of our dark past. Not even Seth has done it."

"Hell no," Rowie protested with a scowl. She looked back to where Seth sat by himself in a big lounge chair, a drink between his hands. "He's just..."

"Don't you dare call that overgrown jackass a baby," Remi snarled.

Zak chuckled, but Rowie glared at her mate. "We've had him since he was just a little thing."

Remi snorted. "Are you kidding me? Just look at him, Row. In case you haven't noticed when we swim in the enviro-level, the weretigre has grown a pair and he's screwed more females than—"

Zak's snarl had Remi's head snapping in his direction.

"Watch what you say, Fyre," Zak growled through clenched teeth.

Remi's gaze darted to Alluna before he smiled sheepishly at Zak. "Oopsie."

Zak's eyes narrowed, and Alluna wished she knew what they were talking about. One thing was clear. She wanted to participate in the initiation ritual.

Taking a deep breath, she pouted and allowed her eyes to well up, turning her face away from Zak.

"Baby?" He tried to turn her face up to his, but she sniffed and kept it turned away from him.

"Alluna," he sighed. "Don't."

"You don't want me to be part of the family. I understand, Master."

Zak stiffened. "Alluna, look at me."

His stern tone had her peering up at him from beneath her lashes.

His hand came up to her cheek. "You don't understand. We use Liquid X. It sends a person into... a sexual frenzy."

Alluna's eyes widened. "You were initiated this way?"

Zak's face flushed. He swallowed and then nodded. "It was a long time ago. Devon, Lucien and I started the whole initiation ritual in Heaven's Pearly Gates."

"What is this place?"

"It's a strip club," Remi interjected.

Alluna winced, knowing exactly what that was. The thought of Zak in a sexual frenzy surrounded by many beautiful exotic dancers had her feeling jealous. She scowled and looked away.

He pinched her chin to make her look at him. "It was a long time ago, sweetheart."

Devon calling Zak and Rowie drew his attention. He stood and lifted her up onto the stool he'd just vacated. "We'll continue to talk about this later."

Alluna sighed and looked down at the floor until he tipped her face back up. His sapphire eyes bore into hers. "I don't want to see you unhappy. It upsets me. Don't upset me, Alluna."

A shiver went through her. She gripped his hand before he had a chance to pull it away and pressed a kiss to his palm, closing her eyes before looking back up at him. "I don't want you to be upset with me. I'm sorry."

Zak frowned in confusion, his eyes darting to Remi, who shrugged.

"Stay here with her," Zak told him, extending his hand to Rowie.

"We'll be right back," Rowie smiled blowing Remi and Alluna a kiss.

Alluna watched them walk over to Devon and Angel, who stood with a tall white-haired male with piercing grey eyes.

Remi slid into the stool next to Alluna with a pout.

"Who is he?" she asked.

"That is one of the owners of this place," Remi replied. "He doesn't like me too much."

"And why is that?"

"Long complicated story." Remi turned to face her. "You've gotten good at twisting Zak around your little finger."

Alluna blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

Remi leaned back, resting his elbows on the edge of the bar behind him with a knowing smirk. "I don't want you to be upset with me, master," he mimicked a feminine voice, almost making her laugh at how silly he sounded.

"I didn't call him master when I said that," she sniffed turning her nose up.

Remi leaned toward her with a wide grin. "Sneaky little witch," he snickered giving her a peck on her cheek. "You are going to be fun to have around. I'm glad Zak and you found each other. Now I need to get Seth and Annie hooked up."

Alluna turned to look at him curious. "Hooked up?"

Remi was gazing at Anniel. He narrowed his eyes and Alluna also shifted her gaze to Anniel. She was tip-toeing down the steps of their VIP area. Anniel then squeezed her way past the horde of creatures surrounding their area and slinked away to a dark little alcove that had less occupants.

"She's still hurting," Remi said drawing Alluna's attention. "And she's lonely. She's too beautiful to be lonely."

Alluna looked back to Anniel. She'd settled on a stool and held a glass of amber liquid in her hands. Anniel ran the tip of her finger around the rim and sighed. Yes. Anniel looked very sad and lonely.

"Sweetheart." Zak's deep voice startled her. She turned wide eyes to him. "The owner wants me to take the stage with the Teus brothers and Rowie." His hand cupped her cheek as he smiled down at her. "Just one song, baby, and I'll be right back. Promise." He swooped down and kissed her, turning to Remi afterwards. "Keep an eye on her, Rem."

"I'll guard her with my life, Goliath." Remi grinned and snaked an arm around Alluna's waist.

Zak scowled. "No liquid X either. I will tickle you until you pass out from agony, Fyre."

Remi scowled. "Trust me, man. You said no, so its no. I get it."

Zak kissed Alluna again and then turned. His long coat swept the floor, billowing out as he walked away. She admired the way the candlelight and multicolored strobes glinted off the thick golden waves of his hair. He walked with an aggressive swagger, his ropey arms swaying at his sides.

"You've got it bad, girlfriend," Remi chuckled next to her, before his hand gripped hers to haul her off her stool. "Let's go harass Sethaliel awhile," he announced with exuberant glee.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 14







The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 14



He stared at the throngs of ecstatic fans waiting to pounce on him in dismay.

Zak backed up with a frown. He looked over to the VIP area. Only Angel and Devon occupied it. There was a large expanse in the middle and Zak concentrated on it.

He felt the snap of pressure around him before he materialized in the middle of the VIP area.

Devon, who'd been busy shoving his tongue into Angle's mouth turned his head to look at him.

His commander grinned. "Great show, Zak."

Zak nodded, his brows furrowed as he looked over the din of beings surrounding the stage trying to pick out Remi's unmistakable head of hair.

"Where's numb-nuts?" Zak growled.

"Where ever Rowie is," Angel answered.

Zak let his power out to see if he could feel them. There were so many pulses of life that it was confusing. He cursed mentally, wishing his abilities were as developed as the others.

Something to work at, boy-o—he thought to himself.

Devon suddenly shoved to his feet and stormed down the steps.

Angel watched him wide-eyed.

Zak didn't wait to find out what was wrong. Something was wrong—period.

He wanted to roar in frustration when he descended the steps to the VIP and was swarmed by his fans. The Gargoyles would keep anyone from going up, but once you stepped off the pedestal, you had to fend for yourself.

"Zak, follow me," Angel shouted squeezing in front of him.

Alarmed, he wrapped his arm around her, placing his hand over her pregnant belly. "Baby, you need to stay up in VIP. You can get hurt."

"Shut up," she snapped. "I'm a Venushtian warrior, you silly male. Just follow me."

Zak's brow arched, but he humored her by not giving her pert backside a swat for being insolent.

Angel led him toward the back exit of the castle. Just under the ledge of one of the balconies stood, Seth, Devon, Amaranth, Rowie and Remien.

When Angel and he drew closer, his hackles rose and a snarl tore from his lips.

Zak instantly recognized Arboria's five Master Guardians. Buun, Hamuun, Ukle, Joi, and Dresh. Dresh held Alluna. Her eyes stared straight ahead, not really focused on anything.

"Luna, baby, come back to us," Remien coaxed.

Dresh laughed. "She wants to go back to her home, don't you princess?"

Her mouth opened, her eyes rolling a bit.

Zak snarled, feeling his skin burning with the onset of a shift. "Give her to me," he roared.

Booing and hissing grew around them and suddenly the Arborian Master Guardians didn't look so sure of themselves.

"Give Zak his girl back," a masculine voice shouted, followed by more similar exclamations.

"You'll never make it out of here with the girl," Devon snarled. "Hand her over."

Dresh bared his teeth. "You stole her away from her home. The Arborian king wants his daughter back. This is an act of war."

"Your people tried to kill her," Zak spat. "If we hadn't gone back for her, she'd be rotting away at the bottom of a volcano vent. Give her back. She's mine now."

"How dare you enslave the royal princess. We've been watching you. You're passing her around like a common whore. Look at how she's dressed... so indecent. How many of you have defiled her already? The girl was pure before she was robbed from her home."

Zak's rage made him see red, his back burned, felt like it was splitting, and he could feel the tips of his fangs touching his lower lip.

"Zak," Remi said close to him. "Control. You'll kill us all if you lose it now. You don't want to hurt Luna."

Zak panted through his mouth, reining in his fury... but just barely.

The other four Mater Guardians unsheathed their swords when the crowd of aliens around them pressed in closer. Most looked at the Arborians with hostility, taking Zak's side.

"Give her back," Devon growled through clenched teeth.

"You can take it up with the LOS," Dresh sneered backing away.

Zak through his head back and roared, feeling when his wings tore out of his back. When he looked back down, everyone seemed smaller, and they'd also given him a wide berth.

Remi gripped his arm, his eyes wide in alarm. "You're losing it, man. You'll kill Luna if you shift. You'll get too big and squash us all as well as bring the entire castle down over our heads. Come-on Zak. Don't make me sing the song. I hate singing in front of strangers."

Remi's stupid ramblings helped diffuse a bit of Zak's rage.

"What did you do to her?" Angel demanded. "She looks like she tranced."

"Give her to us," Seth demanded.

The Master Guardians took another step back.

"We will not," Dresh shouted.

Just as Zak was about to lunge at them, uncaring if he met their blades in the process, the sound of thundering wings had him jumping back instead.

Black feathers floated down before Ashriel landed in the middle of the confrontation.

"Then you shall give her to me," he voice growled, black wings spread out behind him ready to strike.

Dresh shoved Alluna at the reaper and fled with the rest of his cohorts.

Alluna collapsed in his arms. Zak swatted at his feathers, his arms reaching out to take her away from him. The reaper scooped her up in his arms and held her a moment, his wings closing in around them.

"Give her to me," Zak shouted pulling at the black wings.

"Zak, easy." Devon gripped his arm and Remi the other.

"He won't hurt her. Wait a moment."

"She's mine," Zak panted, wild with fury.

Ashriel's wings folded back and Alluna was pressed into his arms. Zak bared his teeth and snarled at the reaper.

Ashriel merely backed away, his expression unreadable.

"Zak," Alluna sobbed holding him tight. "I want to go home."

He pressed her against his chest, raining kisses over her head. "Yes, baby." His head snapped to Devon. "Get us out of here now."

***

Alluna trembled, clinging to Zak's warmth. She didn't know what was more terrifying, feeling herself lost in a strange mist, hearing Zak snarl and roar in apparent rage or waking up to find herself in the arms of a death angel. Not just any death angel, but Ashriel. His black wings had cocooned them in darkness, the luminosity of his silver eyes the only points of light she could see.

"Remember," he'd whispered to her.

Everything that had happened had slammed back into her mind. Five, tall, dark men had surrounded her. They'd told her they were taking her home and had grabbed her. She'd wanted to scream, push her energy out to find Zak, but a strange lethargy had overtaken her.

The dark man had whispered that Zak had taken her as his personal whore and they were saving her. She would never have to remember him again.

And then she'd awakened to find herself in Ashriel's arms.

"Remember."

Alluna felt terror slam through her, but then he opened his wings and put her into Zak's arms.

She pressed herself against his warm skin, her hands clutching him. "Zak," she sobbed. "I want to go home."

"Yes, baby." Kisses covered her head and his arms gripped her tightly against him. His head turned. "Get us out of here now," he snarled at Devon.

Alluna just closed her eyes and clung to him.

Silence surrounded them now and she felt Zak's thighs under her. His hands caressed her, his lips continued to kiss her, her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose and lips. He grabbed her hands and kissed each finger too.

Alluna felt sleep tugging at her, but was terrified of falling asleep and waking to find him gone.

"I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you. You're mine, Alluna. No one will take you away."

"Zak, your wings."

Alluna felt him stiffen. His arms around her tensed and he gritted out a pained moan, his body shuddering afterwards.

He leaned back, bringing Alluna closer to his chest. She opened her tear-filled eyes to look around. They were sitting in the cabin of a large space transport. Seth and Devon sat at the helm and through the glass she saw the stars swirling like a kaleidoscope of colors.

Devon turned, his look one of worry, but he looked at Zak, not her.

Alluna snuggled closer to her master. She never wanted to lose him. Life would have no meaning if that ever happened.

***

There was a clawing need within Zak... to make love to Alluna endlessly, until his scent was so embedded in her skin and hers in his... no one would be able to tell them apart.

Mine.

He held her until they reached Alpha 7. Stomped out of the cruiser when they landed in the hangar, and teleported into his quarters, shielding himself from the others in a bubble of power.

The break in the link to the Alpha Angels made him gasp in pain, but he needed to bond to Alluna alone first.

Mine.

He rushed into his sleeping chamber and didn't stop until he reached his hygiene unit.

She smelled of other males, the scent driving him insane with rage. He needed to get it off her., flood her with his scent. His alone.

Their clothes disappeared and he activated the hygiene unit. He hit he active button four times before he was satisfied she smelled like no one but herself.

"Alluna," he snarled gripping her waist. "Mine. All mine."

Zak sank to his knees and buried his face between her legs. He inhaled, filling his lings with her sweet scent. With a moan, he gripped her thigh and draped it over his shoulder. He nuzzled her pussy with his nose and mouth before opening his lips to taste his woman. Her hands buried into his hair, her soft sighs whispering his name. He licked her plump mound, flicked his tongue over the lips of her sex until he coaxed the honey of her passion out. Alluna opened wider for him, her hips thrusting against his face. Zak He found her clit, swollen with need and sucked it into his mouth. Her hands tightened in his hair and she cried out his name. Zak tormented her, but he tormented himself even more. His cock ached and his balls hurt from how tight they were drawn up against his staff. Still, the taste of her was intoxicating. He wanted to drown in her scent and flavor. His tongue flicked her nub, making her tremble and pant. He licked and sucked at it and then stabbed her slit deep, feeling her juices coat his tongue. Alluna bowed her back and cried out. Zak gripped her ass and held her up as he prolonged the agony of her release with his mouth. His lips and chin were slick with her cum and he felt when her legs gave out on her.

Panting and with his dick still unsatisfied, he teleported them onto the bed. Alluna gasped when he spread her thighs and dove between them again.

His tongue roved every millimeter of flesh, flushed a deep strawberry from her passion. Her clit poked up from its hood quivering with delight as he cherished it again. Zak moaned sucking on it. Alluna's clit had grown more since the last time he'd taken her, and her scent was sweeter. It drove him wild. He'd never felt so out of his mind with a woman. He wanted to fuck her so bad he would kill anyone who tried to stop him.

Alluna began to cum. He reared up and buried himself in her quivering depts.. Her pussy seized him so hard, to his own shock he began to erupt as well.

NO.

His mouth opened on a silent scream. He shuddered and clutched the sheets to either side of Alluna. Fire coursed through him. He kept cumming. It wouldn't stop. Everything spun. He pulled out, fearing he would collapse on her and hurt her. His cum shot out over her shivering body, bathing her in pearly lines.

Zak fell to his side, panting, feeling the last few spurts of semen shooting over his chest and abs.

They both panted, lying next to one another.

Zak closed his eyes and felt when she rose. His eyes snapped open again as his body tensed, thinking she was going to leave his side. Alluna only crouched over him. He didn't want her more than a few inches away from his body... and even that was too much.

Mine—his inner beast snarled.

His lust shot up again when she began to lap up the lines of cum from his body, moaning and licking her lips as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

Zak squirmed beneath her. Normally he'd never allow a female to crawl over him that way, but Alluna's pleasure in lapping up his seed and discovering his body with her lips and tongue gave him a satisfaction he'd never felt before.

I'm hers. Every inch of me, for her to taste, kiss, love and adore.

Alluna climbed over Zak, her hands running over him in desperation. He gripped her waist, feeling his heart pound, and guided her hips over his cock. He was still hard and aching to be inside her again. Alluna's nails dug into his flesh as she lowered onto his prick. Zak gasped and moaned feeling her velvety depths swallow his length.

Alluna's sounds of pleasure echoed his. Her cunt was still quivering form her orgasm, making Zak hiss in agony when her pussy gripped his sensitive flesh in a strangle hold.

He bared his teeth, reining in his need to just grab her and pound away like a mad man. "Ride me," he snarled.

Her expression changed. She sucked in a breath, drawing her plump lower lip between her teeth and rocked her hips awkward and unsure. Zak's ardor calmed and he felt his heart twist.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and showed her how to move rhythmically on him. "Yesss, baby," he hissed. "Mmm—such a good girl." She grew bolder making him moan as her hips pounded against his with more enthusiasm. "That's right, baby. Fuck me—take me."

Zak was too lust crazed to be shocked by what he'd just gritted out. The feel of her tight pussy wringing agonizing pleasure out of his prick was driving him insane.

Alluna threw her head back, her lips parted in a feral snarl. Her sharp little claws dug into his skin and he felt her hair whip his balls pushing him closer to oblivion. She rocked harder on him, grunting and groaning as her breasts bounced unrestrained.

Unable to resist, he reached up and tweaked her nipples. She hissed and bit her lip.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

That moan sent a jolt of pure lust straight down his back, making him arch his hips to bury himself deeper in her clenching depths. Zak pinched her tight buds harder, watching her writhe and go wilder over him.

He kept one hand gripping her breast as the other one shot out over his head. Using his telekinetic abilities, he drew the golden nipple clamps and chain he'd bought just for her many moons cycles ago when he still only dreamed of being with her like this.

Zak closed his fist when the feel of the cold metal links settled there. She didn't even notice. Zak grinned watching her writhe all over his lap in wild abandon. She was trying to find release, was on the brink from the flutter of pleasure he felt making her cunt quiver around his pulsing shaft.

Rising up on his hands, he drew first one nipple into his mouth and then the other, sucking them until they stood erect and wet. Her mewling cries filled his ears.

"Zak, please..." she cried shuddering.

Letting himself fall back again, he took one nipple between his fingers and pinched hard. Alluna arched her back and screamed out as she exploded around his dick.

Her pussy seized his turgid flesh so hard she pulled him into oblivion with her. Zak's mouth opened a roar erupting from his very soul. He came so hard it actually hurt. A hot wash of semen filled her quivering depths until he feared his eyes would sink into their sockets. Alluna milked him dry.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he panted, realizing the extra stimuli was what sent her over the edge.

He snarled, wanting to feel that sublime agony again.

She looking wiped out, and slumped with a little sob over him.

***

Alluna's bone felt as if they'd turned into liquid. The only thing that kept her from falling face first into Zak's sweat gleamed torso was his big hands wrapped around her waist.

Looking up at his face through the strands of her unruly hair, she winced. His pupils had almost encompassed the startling blue of his eyes, turning them the color of an Arborian midnight sky. His cheeks were flushed and the pink of his tongue darted out to lick his lush lips. Alluna's mouth watered wanting to taste him again.

Zak wrapped one hand around her back and used the other to rise up against her. He dipped his head and took her sensitive nipple into his mouth.

Alluna cried out, digging her fingernails into his meaty shoulders before she realized and eased off. His mouth tugged insistently on her right breast before abandoning it for the left.

He panted when he backed away enough to look at his handy work.

She hissed and arched into the bright pleasure/pain that bloomed in her breast when he tweaked first one nipple and then the other. Her insides fluttered and his cock twitched in response.

"You like that, don't you baby?"

Alluna bit her lip before answering. "Yes, Master."

Zak's eyes narrowed and his hand wrapped around her throat. "Master?" His lips quirked in a grin. "You want to play, baby? Do you want to play with me?"

Longing filled her. "Yes, please, Master," she panted.

His hand slid behind her neck and brought her down to his lips.

"Very well, my sweet little submissive."

And then he was kissing her—a kiss unlike any other he'd ever given her before.

His mouth devoured hers, teeth and tongue plundering.

Alluna's back met the mattress with two hundred and sixty pounds of male pinning her down. His hair cascaded down to one side in a spill of gold to the sheets.

Zak ground himself against her making her moan and then he lifted, drawing her up with him.

Alluna's legs faltered a moment, but he kept her from sliding onto the floor with his arms.

Her legs were definitely shaking and the warm feel of his seed slid down her thighs making her tremble harder.

He brushed a kiss over the crown of her head. His hands swept over her back in soothing sweeps, until, with a sigh, she locked her knees and let her legs take her weight.

He stepped back a few inches and studied her face.

"You're almost wiped out." One golden brow rose. "Almost."

Alluna gulped. He looked like he was ready to fuck her for days. She tightened her lips and pulled her shoulders back determined to last...for him.

Zak's lips quirked into a smile, his eyes narrowing. He circled her slowly, like a hunter circling prey. Alluna shivered.

She felt his heat at her back. His hands curved around her hips and slid up her ribcage. They didn't stop at her arms but nudged her to lift them until his hands circled her wrists over her head.

Something warm and furry wrapped around her wrists pulling them higher up until she stood on tip-toe.

Zak stalked back around to face her.

Alluna looked up at her bound wrists to see them encased in metal cuffs that attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. She frowned, never having noticed the chain and cuffs before. She wiggled her hands, feeling the soft fur that lined them. Zak's hands on her breasts drew her gaze back to him.

He pinched and pulled at her nipples, his gaze on her face the whole time. Alluna felt her pussy clench. Her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive now. If he sucked her tight little nipples now she would scream in ecstasy. Her back arched in supplication.

His fingers left her nipples and a sob caught in her throat at the loss of contact. Metal clinked making her look down. Alluna gasped in shock when he pinched her nipple with a golden clip and moaned in bliss when it tightened around her tip. A second clip pinched her other nipple. She had never been so aware of her nipples as she was now. A chain hung between the clips, the weight tugging at her breasts. Alluna moaned.

Zak circled behind her again. One hand slid up her ribcage to give the chain a little pull, making her hiss and arch. "Feel the pleasure, Alluna." His other hand slid over her hip to cup her pussy. "Feel the pain." He bit her ear and she yipped in surprise. "Open your legs for me."




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 14



She spread the tips of her toes as far as she could and moaned when his finger slid into her. The feel of his cum was cooling on her thighs. He rubbed her clit. Alluna wiggled in joy.

Zak gave her pussy a light smack, startling her again.

"Did I tell you you could move?"

Alluna swallowed. "I'm sorry, Master."

"You're sorry?" He cupped her pussy and then smacked on buttock a little harder than he'd smacked her pussy. "You didn't answer my question. Did I tell you you could move?"

Alluna's eyes filled with tears. "N-no, Master."

His hand smoothed over her stinging ass cheek before curving over her hip again. She felt him press his erection against the seam of her ass and began to move his hips. His thrusting movements jerked her hips against the hand clamped over her mound. His finger pressed over her clit and she tensed feeling pleasure soar through her.

"Don't," he hissed in her ear, "move. Don't cum. Wait until I give you permission, my sweet sub."

Agony made her body shake. She wasn't sure she could hold back and being forced to keep still was killing her. Oh, how she wanted to cum—so bad.

She whimpered and bit her lip until she was sure she bled.

"Alluna," he groaned behind her. "You may beg if you want to, baby."

"Oh, please," she cried out, her muscles tensing even more. She wanted to writhe so badly, fuck her sopping wet little cunt on his fingers until she came all over his hand.

"Please what? What do you want, baby?"

"I need to cum, Master."

"So cum," he growled. He pulled the chain between her breasts, tilted his hips, and stabbed into her in one savage thrust.

Alluna's toes left the floor. The scream she let out was shrill as spasm after glorious spasm made her grind her ass against the fiery brand of his possession. She felt the hot spurts of his seed bursting into her, filling her again.

Her head fell back against his shoulder and now that she'd cum her nipples began to hurt. To her dismay she began to cry.

Her wrists fell to her sides and Zak scooped her up into his arms. He made soothing noises as he laid her on the bed.

He looked deep into her eyes. "I'm going to take the clamps off, baby. Be strong for me."

Alluna nodded, trusting him implicitly.

His finger pinched a clamp and she hissed as fiery pain assailed her cherry-red teat. Zak lapped at the hurt until the pain dulled down.

"One more, baby."

Alluna bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. This time she knew what to expect and sucked in a ragged breath when he released the second nipple. He soothed the ache with his mouth again before taking her up in his arms and striding in the hygiene unit room.

Alluna just lay limp in his arms. She couldn't move even if the space station caught fire.

"Such a good girl," he crooned. "You've given me so much pleasure, baby. I'm going to care for you now. Just relax."

He didn't take her to the glass tube with the blue rays of cleansing light. He strode into the glass room with the sunken pool and immersed them both in the warm waters.

Zak washed her hair and body with gentle fingers, making her feel as though she were some delicate thing that might break. He kissed her deeply when he washed her now sore pussy, and then carried her out to dry in the hygiene unit.

By the time he laid her in the bed, she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

She felt the heat of his naked body press against her back as his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her close.

She snuggled back with a sigh. "Love you, golden angel," she yawned, sleep luring her deeper into its fuzzy void of weightlessness.

"I love you too, my temptress," his deep voice rumbled near her ear.

Her fingers clutched his forearm, the feeling of bliss, and safety letting her drift off with a smile on her face.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 15



Chapter Fifteen

The feel of a hot tongue sliding up her neck had her stirring from sleep. Alluna stretched her sore body and blinked open surprised eyes when she discovered her limbs bound tight. As Zak continued to lick her throat and breasts, she wiggled her fingers and toes with a frown. He'd cuffed her arms over her head and her legs spread-eagled.

A flash of gold had her gasping. Shimmering gold dragon's wings spread behind Zak's back as another snarl tore from his lips.

"M-master?"

He raised his head.

Alluna stared into inhuman eyes, the sapphire taking up all of the whites and slit pupils widening out to black ovals. The bones of his face were more pronounced, and the beginnings of horns peeped from with the wealth of blond spilling down his back.

Alluna's heart sped up, a shiver of fear skipping through her.

Zak's clawed hands caressed down her torso. She felt the sharps tips of his talons leave bumps of awareness in their wake. His smoldering dragon eyes followed his claws.

"Mine." His voice was like heavy gravel, more demonic than human.

"Yes, Master," she whimpered arching as much as the restraints allowed. "I'm yours."

What had come over him? He looked absolutely terrifying... but beautiful too. Alluna cocked her head and studied her Master. He looked like a blue-eyed, golden devil.

Zak sat up straighter between her legs, spreading his wings wider. He licked his lips with another snarl, showing fangs at her.

Alluna grew wet. The sounds he made had her aching with want.

Her eyes lowered to his belly. His cock looked bigger, and the once rounded head ended in a pointed tip.

"Master, fuck me, please," she whispered.

His eyes narrowed to slits and he snarled at her again.

Alluna bit her lip with a sigh. Master really did not like being told what to do. She needed to switch her tactics.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said with a little hitch to her voice, letting her eyes well up and her lip quiver. "I just want you so much..." she sniffled and batted her eyes at him with a pout, "I hurt down there for you. Pleeeease."

At least he'd stopped snarling and growling. His eyes softened and Alluna had to bite her cheeks not to grin when a purr rumbled from his chest.

"My... girl," he said burrowing his face between her breasts.

Alluna smiled. His voice sounded a bit more normal.

When he suddenly dove between her spread thighs, she squeaked in surprise. Master had developed an addiction to the taste of her pussy. She shuddered and pulled at her restraints in desperation. The feel of his hot tongue lashing her cunt mercilessly was driving her insane.

Alluna felt swollen with need, and thrashed her head from side to side. His tongue slid deep within her, driving repeatedly within her clenching center. She couldn't take the pleasure. Rapture approached, coiling the erotic agony in her sweating body to the breaking point.

But Master would ease off whenever she felt ready to tilt over the edge of sexual oblivion. And then he would start the harsh tongue thrusts again, until she was shaking and screaming...begging him to let her cum.

Just when Alluna thought she would lose her mind, Master reared up and snarled, fangs bared. "Now, you will cum for me."

His cock should have ripped her in two when he stabbed into her, but she felt only sublime pleasure. Alluna screamed as she came... and came... and came.

It was too much. Her voice grew raw from her long wail of completion. He fucked her mercilessly, tension making his arms and chest bulge. Blond locks covered her face, spilling into her mouth, but she was beyond caring. Spots of bright color filled her vision as climaxes rolled into each other. Her internal muscles clamped down on the thick cock ramming into her, until all he could do was thrust in small jerks.

Zak threw his head back and roared. Every vein and muscle stood out on his glorious body. Alluna felt the hot spurts within her, filling her womb with his seed. His wings trembled, the quivering echoing out to the rest of his body, until with a groan he crumpled on top of her. Somehow, he managed to keep most of his weight on his arms and legs, but for the most part, Alluna found herself buried under a passion-spent male. Her male. Her magnificent Master.

She passed out with a smile on her lips.





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Alarm made Alluna gape at Rowie. "Three? What do you mean by three?"

She looked at Rowie's baby bump with a gulp before snapping her eyes back up to her face.

Rowie was about to take a bite out of the fruit, but paused. "Oh. Red knocked me up with two baby dragon's."

Alluna began to hyperventilate. "You mean they can plant more than one... baby inside us?"

Both girls stared at her wide-eyed.

Alluna turned away, striding rapidly to the glass wall with the view of outer space. "No. I don't want to do this. I don't want to have lot's of little babies squirming around inside of me." She shuddered in terror.

"Hey." Rowie's hand on her shoulder made her jump. "It's not so bad, Luna. It doesn't hurt. Honest. Look... feel mine."

Rowie placed Alluna's hands on her gently rounded bulge. There was a soft push against her hands, and then...

The image of a planet filled her mind, sky roiling with clouds the color of blood and ash, burnt, dead trees, with rotting limbs twisting up in supplication to the poisonous sky. The foul stench in the air makes her gag. Near the horizon stretches a vast sea, its churning depths frozen solid. Alluna sees a funnel, as wide as the eye can see... It yawns down into absolute black within the frozen ocean.

She sees her Master, cringing on the edge of the funnel and three winged males in the sky hovering over the abyss. Two have hair red as blood with dragon's wings the same color. The one in the middle has hair as white as driven snow, with wings that start out pure white in the center and graying out to pure black at the ends. The white-haired male looks like Devon, and he holds a flaming sword in his hands.

From the abyss rises a shadowed figure... in its arms a golden-haired Seraph... a reaper, with wings blacker than a starless night. The creature holding the unconscious death angel lifts its glowing eyes to look right at Alluna. It smiles.

"Lucifiere," Alluna shrieked.





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The crown of his cock popped in making her strain to keep still and not dart away. It burned, felt like he was splitting her in two.

"Master," she cried out when he slid inexorably deeper.

"Shhh. I'm almost there, baby."

Knocking had Alluna's eyes widening in shock and apprehension. Behind her, Master cursed.

Someone was knocking on the Viper's dark glass top.

With a jerk, he pushed his thick cock all the way into her ass, making her cry out in surprise. Her ass hurt, but at the same time her pussy was so wet and throbbing she wanted to cry in frustration.

Master pulled her up against his chest. "Look through the glass, my little sub," he hissed in her ear.

His tongue traced erotic lines around her sensitive lobe and ear, making her shudder. Beyond the dark glass of the Viper, Alluna made out the interior of an immense transport hangar. Her mouth opened, taking in the hundreds of space ships surrounding them as well as many varied species of aliens.

Master's hard body surrounded her as his hips slammed into her ass. The feel of his hard cock possessing her so deeply made her arch and writhe against him. The pleasure grew more intense and his hand cupped her mound, thick fingers sliding around in the wetness of her lust. Alluna gripped his thighs and mewled her delight.

"Mmm, you like this, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Master."

"Maybe I should open the top of the Viper so everyone can see how much you enjoy having your pretty little ass filled by my cock." The mental image almost had Alluna cumming. He used two fingers to stroke either side of her engorged clit. Alluna rocked harder on him, feeling the stab of his possession in her gut. She grunted and panted, wanting more.

"Look at that pretty little pussy," he crooned. "Your clit's so swollen and erect, it looks like a tiny little dick. Imagine Remi licking it. His tongue is pierced, so you'll feel his metal stud sliding up and down, tormenting you."

"Master, please," she cried out trying to get him to touch her clit fully. He just circled maddeningly around it, filling her mind with sordid images.

"No, Alluna. You will not cum until I give you permission."

Her body shook uncontrollably. Just the thought of having to hold back almost sent her over the edge.

"Mmm, good girl." He licked her ear again. His stroking fingers moved faster, almost pinching her clit. The agony was unbearable. Her whole body was shaking with the need for release. "You'd enjoy Remi licking your sweet little pussy. Maybe you'd like to have Seth and Natanael each sucking one of your nipples as well."

"Oooh," she cried, tears now trailing down her cheeks as she bucked frantically on his lap.

He slapped his hips so hard against her, she was losing her grip on his thighs, so she gripped the cheeks of her ass again and ground harder on his pounding prick.

He panted behind her, his thrusts more frantic. "And, since you love the feel of a hard cock in your mouth so much, maybe you'd enjoy having Devon..."

Alluna did not hear the rest. His fingers slid over the sensitive tip of her clit and... she came so hard, she splashed her thighs with her cum.

Heat filled her ass in hard spurts. She couldn't breathe. Master had clamped his big hand around her throat as he roared out his release, almost choking her. Alluna rotated her hips, clamping down on his cock as hard as she could, gasping to draw breath into her burning lungs.

She opened her mouth on a silent scream when he drove his fangs into the side of her throat.

Her mind spun, delirious from the aftermath of such intense pleasure.

Zak panted. She could still feel his cock twitching in her ass. After a while, he licked at her neck and she winced at the sting.

He cursed softly. "I lost my head with you, Alluna. We both look a mess and there's about a million reporters and paparazzi out there waiting for us to come out." He chuckled. "Dev's gonna put my balls in a sling."

Alluna opened her bleary eyes to see Devon standing a few feet away from the Viper with a scowl on his face. Natanael stood before the Viper, in front of Devon with his black wings spread out.

Alluna was sure the glorious sight of both Devon and the reaper was enough to distract everyone's attention from the fact that her Master and she hadn't left the cocoon of the Viper.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 16



If you read Fallen Angel, then you'll remember characters like Zakreel and Remuel (names sound familiar? Yep. They're Remien's and Zachariel's daddies). And the reapers, Abdiel, on whose back Davariel entered the demon planet's realm. There's also Drakken, Rowie's father, who Devon had been told in Dark Prince, was in a prison on Mercury in our solar system. But he wasn't. Well, get ready, because they're coming back.

Hope you like this chapter. This new planet of Arboria is home to many fantastical creatures, like faeries, elves, unicorns, mermaids, talking animals, etc... You'll see witches (like Alluna), wizards, dragons and even a few fairytale characters like the old lady in a shoe, little red riding hood... well, read on and you'll see as the rest of this story unfolds. This is an alternate universe where everything is possible and all legends exist.





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"Someday you'll thank me for this, pretty boy," the reaper sighed lifting him.

Another roar shook the ground as Eriel carried the devil toward Alluna.

"I hope you don't mind, but could you keep an eye on him a bit?" He laid him by pool. "I don't think he'll be rousing for a while anyway. I need to check on that bellowing beast below."

As if on cue, a loud bang that knocked a few stones from the ceiling shook the entire castle.

Eriel turned and sauntered gracefully down the dark corridor shaking his pert ass seductively. Just before ducking around a bend, he shot Alluna a wink over his shoulder.

The beast roared two more times. More bangs and crashes sounded, sending sheer terror down Alluna's spine. She slithered off the unicorn's back and stepped carefully toward the devil.

His hair was absolutely beautiful. Streaks of pale silver, golds, light browns, caramels, and chocolate. His lashes were dark gold and she remembered that his eyes had an upward slant, making him look almost feline. His nose was pert and lips delicate, but lush.

Bending close to him, she noticed many scars and bruises, old ones, marring his skin. His red wings were dull and torn. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips and nose. She touched his cheek and his fingers twitched. A soft sigh escaped his mouth and his brows drew together in a frown.

"Please," he whispered, so low, she barely caught the plea. "d-don't... hurt me anymore..."

Alluna bit her lip wondering what he was talking about. Who had hurt him? Her fingers traced the marks on his thighs until the sight of a lone tear sliding down his face made her snatch her hand away. He shuddered, his face showing terror.

"Gods," she gasped. Never had she seen such torment.

Standing back up, she looked around. All was quiet. Where had Eriel gone?





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I wanted to try my hand at an eclectic mix of fantasy and sci-fi, so this chapter begins to go into that theme. This new world has a bit of everything, from castles, dungeons, dragons, to aliens and space travel. Hope you like and vote and PLEASE comment to tell me what you think about my experiment. If it sucks, then tell me and I'll narrow down the action to Zak getting his chick and ending this story in the next two to three chapters.

Chapter Seventeen

Zak strode down the corridor of the twelfth level of Alpha 7. Devon had assigned this level to the reapers. The design of this level was wider, ceilings higher.

Wingspan—he reminded himself.

He knew the first twelve levels had once belonged to the Seraphs that guarded Edenia, or Eden—as those that dwelled on Earth had called it once. All the planets had been verdant and teeming with life until...

"Until Lucifer and his fallen angels meddled with the minds of the Divine One's children and they destroyed it all with their pithy fights for power and wealth."

Zak looked at Devon. The black of his hair was such a sharp contrast to the almost glowing white of his skin and the soft white lighting brought out bluish highlights in the satiny fall.

"How's Angel and the babe?"

Devon's lips kicked up, the luminescence of his blue eyes intensifying. "They're both doing well, thank you. Angel's ability to provide our son with sustenance has her almost dumbfound." Devon chuckled with a shake of his head. "So much thought to training as a warrior and she didn't even look into all the changes her body would go through after giving birth. You should have seen her face when I put a screaming, hungry Jazriel to her breast for the first time to feed."

Devon's words brought back his hunger for Alluna. He'd fed from her breasts... fed her from his body too.

"Are you okay?"

Zak's eyes snapped back open. He took his fist away from his stomach and straightened, feeling his face grow hot. "I'm..."

"He's not okay," Remien stated popping in next to them with a flash of red-gold fire. He fingered the hoops piercing his lower lip, studying Zak intently. "When Golds impregnate their mates, the female begins to produce first milk. First milk is intended to addict the male to her taste and increase his need to be with her and keep her covered with his scent."

Zak grimaced. "Where the hell do you come up with all this stuff?"

"Google." Remi grinned.

Devon chuckled and they resumed walking. Throwing an arm around Remi's shoulders, he asked, "and what else have you investigated about Golds."

"The female is fed her dragon's..." Remi cleared his throat and slid his green-gold gaze to Zak, " her dragon's semen for three days. The fluids contain chemicals that prep her body to carry the baby dragons for the next twenty-four months."

"What the fuck?" Zak's roar echoed in the corridor.

A few reapers appeared in the doorways to the various rooms on that level.

Zak ignored them and tried to contain his roiling emotions. He forced himself to release the front of Remi's black uniform shirt and took a step back.

One of Remi's tawny brows rose. "Zak, when we breed, our genes are dominant. Our babies will always be dragon. Just be glad the girls aren't dragon too."

When Zak gave him a perplexed glare, Remi rolled his eyes and explained. "A dragoness would lay a clutch of eggs after nine months and guess who'd have to sit on it for the remaining fifteen months?"

Zak spun, spearing his hands through his hair. "Two years? Alluna is going to be pregnant for two years?" He spun back to Remi. "And Row let you get her pregnant knowing that?"

Remi gave him a sheepish grin. "Well I didn't exactly tell her, besides, getting her pregnant just..." he shrugged his shoulders, "happened. Anyway, she isn't really going to be carrying for twenty-four months. Jaz accelerated her up way past that. Quinn is checking her now to figure out how far along she is." Remi pouted. "There's a side effect I'm not too happy with. She's become very irritable and snippy with me."

Devon sighed and signaled them to follow him. "Maybe the upcoming mission will get her out of her funk, Rem. Angel got that way too toward the end."

Remi's knees buckled and Zak gripped him in alarm, as well as Devon.

The red weredragon's face looked pale.

"Fuck," Zak cursed. "What the hell is wrong now?"

"God," Remi croaked. "I'm really going to be a father. I thought I'd have two years to get used to the idea. Holy shit."

He's legs wobbled again and Devon bit his lips to keep from laughing.

Zak snorted, "Oh, for fuck's sake, stupid. Pull it together."

Remi shook his mop of crimson and got his legs braced under himself to wiggle out of their hold. "I'm good," he growled with determination. A grin suddenly stretched across his face, molars glinting as he adjusted his crotch. "Yup. Daddy's equipment works just fine."

Zak rolled his eyes.

Clearing his throat, Remi asked, "Where are we going, by the way?"

"I wanted to see Ash," Zak said.

Remi winced, a look of guilt reddening his cheeks. "I tried to heal him, but my healing powers have absolutely no effect on him." He hung his head. "I don't understand why."

"He's counteracting your powers, Remi."

Zak looked over his shoulder. Natanael followed with a big group of reapers behind them.

Zak slowed and gawked. More were coming out of their rooms. "Geez. How many of you went awol?"

"Three hundred," Devon answered.

Zak's brows shot to his hairline. There were three hundred reapers living on Alpha 7, including one of their most powerful high priests.

"Ex high priest," Natanael said as though reading his mind. "Ashriel was cast out for losing his virginity."

Zak frowned and turned to Devon. "Having all of us in my head all these years wasn't too bad, but I really think my sanity will be extremely compromised with three hundred reapers in my head too, Dev."

Devon swallowed. "We'll think of something. Let's see how Ash is doing this morning and then we'll go about reopening the old mess hall."

Zak winced. Their meals were going to be interesting from now on, to say the least.





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The vision of a mouth latched onto her, suckling, made her gasp.

"Are you okay, pretty lady?" one of the little girls asked.

"Y-yes," Alluna blurted. "I'm fine. And my name is Alluna."

"Hello, Alluna. I'm Spice." A pale arm poked through the side of the curtain with a fluffy towel.

Alluna accepted it gratefully from what she guessed was a little Elfin girl.

"And I'm Cinder," the Grei added.

"Hello, Cinder."

After drying herself, Alluna accepted the bundle of clothes from Cinder.

The dress they'd given her was a pale peach with a dark brown corset that laced up the front ending just below her breasts. It pushed them up to almost spill from the rounded neckline. Alluna frowned at them. Why were they getting so big?

She felt a flutter in her belly and stepped out, suddenly ravenous. Spice held up a toothbrush and Cinder a little pot of paste.

Alluna brushed her teeth and allowed the girls to brush the tangles from her damp hair. They braided her black tresses into two ropes and twisted it around her head like a crown. When done, Alluna had a stream of colorful ribbons streaming down her back. She was impressed with their handy work and thanked them with pecks on their cheeks.

Cinder and Spice skipped ahead of her, back to the house, but Alluna stood immobile for a few seconds, taking in the extraordinary structure before her. The house was shaped like a giant boot. Her mouth hung open.

"My da, bless his old soul, was the town shoe-maker. He had an army of Elves that helped him make and fix shoes."

Alluna lowered her eyes from staring at the ten-story boot to gape at the woman... who lived in a shoe with hundreds of children.

"My name is Lenore Goose."





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"It was no big deal, baby. It happened this morning." Remi tugged out a shorter piece of hair from the nape of his neck. "The piece he tried to color fell off. It was only a few inches from this strand."

Rowie grasped the short piece with a scowl. "You are never to do anything to yourself without asking me first. Do you understand?"

Remi snickered until she yanked his hair harder. "Alright-alright." He kissed her scowling face. "Whatever my mistress desires. Don't get riled, baby. I don't like seeing you upset. That's why I hadn't said anything. I'm sorry." He leaned over her belly to kiss her lips, but she winced gripping her belly with two hands. Remi's hand opened over her belly as he leaned down to it. "Hey, you two. Stop kicking mama's kidneys every time she gets excited for daddy. You're screwing up our sex life."

Zak watched, amused, as Rowie swatted Remi, aghast. "Don't say that to them."

Remi frowned. "But it's the truth."

"They're going to think you don't love them."

Remi grinned caressing her squirming belly. "Oh, they know daddy loves them. They just like seeing daddy horny and frustrated, but I plan on getting even when they're big enough to get laid." All movement in Rowie's belly ceased and Remi's grin grew broader. "Thought that would grab your attention," he snorted.

"Shit," Seth gaped. "They understand you already?"

Remi chest literally puffed out. "Of course. These are Red Dragon babies."

Zak rolled his eyes. "Getting back to our problem. We obviously can't change our hair and eyes, so what can we do now?"

"Wait," Remi interrupted again. "I didn't say we couldn't change our eyes."

Zak shook his head. "Just changing our eye color won't make us look much different."

"But it's a start. Would you be willing to cut your hair?"

Rowie gasped and almost shot out of Remi's lap. "Remi is not cutting his h—"

"Easy, baby," he scolded her softly. His gaze leveled on Seth again. "If we go short, when we shift into dragon form our horns will be shorn. I'm pretty sure my dragon side will go insane without horns."

Zak frowned. It all clicked inside his head as he remembered how he'd break out in a nervous sweat whenever he went for a haircut. His father had hated that he never cut it shorter than waist length, and he knew that when he was a child he had freaked out so badly they never pressed the issue.

Seth scratched his chin, deep in thought. He suddenly leaned forward, staring at Zak. "Most people shy away from Seraphs. How do you feel about wings?"

Zak mouth fell open. "Wings? That's how you plan on hiding me? I'm six-foot-seven—"

"Built like a starfreighter," Remi added.

"Two hundred and sixty pounds," Zak continued ignoring Remi's chuckle. "You put a pair of fluffy white wings on me and you might as well sell tickets."

Seth grinned. "I didn't say the wings were going to be white."

Zak gasped.

"Fuck—you're evil, Seth," Remi laughed.





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It had been almost a full moon cycle since Lucien had freaked out and forced them to leave mama Goose's home. Apparently, they had been found and needed to flee. Exactly who had found them was still a mystery to Alluna, but she did notice that Lucien stuck closely to Eriel's side and was constantly looking over his shoulder, shying away from reflective surfaces and dark shadows.

The second day into their Northbound journey, they stopped at a roadside tavern. Alluna was hungry and refused to eat one more roasted rodent.

Zakreel shifted to accompany her inside, leaving Lucien, Eriel and the caged vampire out in the shadows.

"How long do you plan on keeping that vampire under lock and key?"

Zakreel shook his head, giving her a sad look over his shoulder. "We can't set him loose. He's out of his mind. I've been feeding him from my dragon's blood, but he needs to go to his home planet to heal. Once there, it'll only be a matter of months."

As Alluna digested that bit of information, she followed him past the swinging doors to the tavern. The scent of stale alcohol, smoke, sweat, and cheap perfume filled her nostrils. There was also the aroma of food that made her hungry. The interior of the dilapidated building was made of grayed wood. Alluna felt her boots stick to the mucky floor. She cringed when she heard one of her heels accidentally squish a bug that had inadvertently scurried into her path.

The interior was dim, but she was aware of the interested stares of the patrons.

Alluna's eyes grew wide as she took in the array of ginormous, barbaric warriors watching her. She scooted closer to Zakreel, clutching his arm. He patted her hand reassuringly, but she wasn't convinced. Some of the men had arms as big as tree trunks and they all carried swords, axes, and pronged clubs.

Zakreel approached the rickety bar, nonplussed and ordered a tankard of ale for himself and a bowl of stew for Alluna.

A few long moments later, it seemed to Alluna, her food was placed before her along with Zakreel's ale.

"Eat quickly, lass," he murmured just before taking a deep slug of his ale.

She spooned the stew, which was surprisingly good, into her mouth. It was hot and smarted her tongue, but she sensed Zak's growing tension at the silence around them.

"Hey, you're a dragon shifter, ain't ya?" a deep gruff voice said behind them.

When Alluna looked up, Zakreel shook his head at her. "Finish up, lass."

She'd lost her appetite by now but obeyed the golden weredragon.

"My battle-dragon was slain this morning. I could use a new one... as well as a pretty piece of ass to warm me at night."

The other warriors snickered.

Alluna choked on the last spoonful of stew and stared in horror at Zakreel.

"Well, hell, Brock. If ya don't want the female then, the rest of us will be more than happy to share her."

The laughter turned raucous.

Zakreel clenched his fist on the counter as his arm drew around Alluna's waist. "I'm going to hold you close as I shift, lassie," he told her in a low voice. "Don't be afraid. I've done this before."

"There you are, you son-of-an-Orgward," someone shouted from the left.

Everyone turned to regard the newcomer. The tall man wore a hooded cape leaving only his face and hands bare.

He stabbed a finger in Zakreel's direction. "I'm going to kill you. You've ruined me. Five thousand credits for a quick fuck and you left me and my crew crawling with Space Liechies. Look..." He opened his cape a bit and a long bloodied appendage fell to the floor. Little bugs crawled away from the rotted meat, and a few flew away. "Oh, my dick. It's finally fallen off," the male wailed.

Chairs and tables were overturned as the barbarians in the tavern stampeded out. Even the barmaids and owner scrambled away screeching in terror.

Alluna felt sick and buried her face against Zakreel's back, but he suddenly moved.

"Remuel, ya bastard. Where have ya been?" Zakreel exclaimed joyfully.

To Alluna's surprise, they hugged, laughing loudly. The other male's hood fell back, revealing a head of glossy blood-red hair. "I've been stuck in Dragotulia."

Zakreel's eyes widened. "What?"

The red-haired male nodded, eyes wide. "It really exists. The queen of the vampires has the key to the portal. But that doesn't matter, Zak. I need to find one of my sons. There's this prophecy, two royal princes, twins, are going to be involved in saving our universe from destruction. They come from my bloodline."

Alluna stepped out from behind Zak to study the man closer. He stopped talking to stare at her.

She swallowed convulsively. He seemed familiar.

"Ah, Rem. This is Alluna. I think one of my randy boys bedded her. She smells like kin."

Remuel extended his hand to her, eyes wide, drinking her in.

Alluna placed her hand in his and then gasped when he bent and licked her knuckles. "Alluna. Enchanted to meet you, my dear."

She drew her hand back and tucked it behind her hip to wipe the wetness from it on her dress. "Hello," she whispered shyly.

"We're taking her to Lumar."

"What for?" the weredragon asked keeping his green-gold eyes on her.

"She's the princess."

Now Remuel looked at Zakreel. "A human princess. Do you not think the old king will be a bit miffed at his young princess being returned heavy with child?"

Zakreel puffed his chest out, clearly affronted. "She's pregnant with Golds. That's a high honor."

Remuel grinned. "After all the whoring I've seen you do, I think not, Zakreel."

The golden weredragon snorted.

"Remuel?"

Alluna turned to see Eriel poking his head through the swinging doors of the tavern.

"I don't believe it. If it isn't the randiest reaper ever created. Eriel, how the hell have ya been?"

Eriel darted inside to kiss and hug the red weredragon.

Lucien, who had followed him in, snorted in disgust and stalked a few feet away.

Remuel caught sight of him and began to growl, fire appearing on his skin.

"Rem, it's okay," Zakreel said gripping his arm. "It's little Luke."

The red weredragon's mouth fell open. "What?"

He took a step toward Lucien, but stopped abruptly when Lucien opened his wings and hissed at the red-haired weredragon.

Alluna took a step back as well.

Zakreel stepped up beside Remuel. "He's been enslaved by the demons."

"How the fuck?" Remuel gasped.

Zakreel opened his mouth, but Lucien interrupted him. "After I was abandoned on Earth, A sadistic, devil-worshiping bastard stole me away." His face twisted with hatred. "I knew nothing but abuse and torture until my eighteenth birthday. I was approached by a Dominatio and a devil. One offered me a divine sword and asked me to find it in my heart to forgive everything that was done to me." Lucien snorted in derision. "The other offered me Lucifer's sword and a chance at taking revenge on the man that raped me for years. Guess what I fucking opted for, asshole."

Remuel shook his head and turned to Zakreel. "No. Please tell me this is a lie, Zakreel. Little Luke is a demon? I held his squirming, bloody little body when he was born." The red weredragon looked at his palms as though remembering it all.

Alluna bit her lip, feeling pity well up inside her at the thought of Lucien as a sweet innocent newborn.

Zakreel put his hand on Remuel's shoulder. "He's bitter and has plenty of reason to be filled with hatred, but the demons abused him as well. He isn't evil, brother. There's hope for him yet."

Lucien laughed bitterly. "Hope? Hope for me? Let me tell you something, fuckers. Just because I want to screw the demons over by not letting them free Lucifer doesn't mean I still don't want to kill Devon."

"Blasphemy," Remuel sputtered. "Why the devil would you kill your twin?"

Lucien sneered, one tear rolling down his cheek. "Because we're cursed. Our father was cursed, and we don't belong here. I know that the angel that frees Lucifer will come from Davariel's bloodline. If we die, then the prophecy will be broken." He wiped the tear from his face in anger. "Now let's get moving. I want the girl back with her father before the demons find us again."

They traveled north during the cover of night and took refuge in caves during the day, because Lucien refused to close his eyes in the dark and the vampire, Drakken couldn't be transported in sunlight. The weredragons shifted into their beastly forms, the gold always carrying the cage with the vampire. Remuel had taken to carrying Alluna in his claws, pressed close to his chest to keep her warm. Eriel and Lucien flew side by side between the two dragons.

On the fourth day, the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon when Alluna rose from her sleeping palate. She tiptoed to a hot water spring that bubbled up at the back of the cave they slept in to bathe before the others awakened.

Quickly divesting herself of her clothing, she stepped into the steaming water. It reached her waist so she sat on a boulder toward the middle of the pool. Her hands smoothed over her rounded belly. Milk dripped from her breasts and she proceeded to caress and squeeze them. It relieved the pressure and swelling. Again, she remembered lips suckling her... remembered kneeling to take him in her mouth and suck as well, her mouth filling with hot milky sweetness...

A soft sound had her turning in fright. Lucien stood behind her. She jumped to her feet to face him. His eyes swept down her body.

"You still love him, don't you?"

She backed away a step, glaring at him as the familiar ache twisted her insides. "I don't know who you're talking about."

Lucien gripped her wrist and proceeded to sit on the boulder she'd just vacated. "I've had many lovers in the past... women who I used and who used me. No one ever loved me." His hand palmed her belly and she jerked back, but he held her wrist firmly. His ice-blue eyes rose to hers. "Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like."

Alluna stared at him. "Feel like? What are you talking about?"

Lucien's eyes lowered to her belly and continued to caress it. "Devon remembered what it was like for us—with Luciel and Davariel. But, it's like living someone else's dreams. I don't remember a thing. I don't know what it's like. They said they loved me, but... I've never been someone's special someone. I've always wondered what it would feel like," he mused in a small voice as if he were merely talking to himself.

She knelt before him, feeling her heart twist with pity and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and clasped her palm, rubbing against it like a cat. He turned his face and kissed the center and then she felt his tongue dart out and lick.

She gasped in surprise and tried to draw her hand away. His eyes opened and she saw the desperate desire in them.

"Wait. Please. It's been so long since I've been touched without expecting some horrendous torture."

Her eyes widened at his words and she cringed when he drew her hand lower, over his chest and abs.

"Please," he whispered again, bringing her hand to his cock.

"No," she exclaimed trying to pull her hand away.

He wrapped her fingers around his erection, imprisoning them within his larger, stronger hand, and began to stroke his length.

Alluna whimpered, feeling the heat of his cock pump through her fist. She felt appalled by his actions and panicked when he gripped the back of her neck and drew her closer to his straining staff.

"I know no one will ever love me..." he panted, "But just say it. Make believe you do. I don't care if it's a lie. Let me pretend for a few moments. Tell me you love me."

"Lucien, please stop. I can't"

"Just close your eyes. Say it."

Alluna closed her eyes, but in horror, knowing he was ready to cum, and it would be all over her face.

The vision of her golden angel filled her mind... the shimmering blond waves of his hair, sapphire eyes, dimpled smile, and heavily muscled body. With a gasp, she opened her eyes to see him standing over her. Zak. Master.

"Tell me you love me, Alluna."

"M-master?" A sob tore from her throat and she closed her eyes in confusion. It was a trick. Lucien was playing his mind tricks on her.

"Tell me you love me," he demanded.

"No, please..." she begged. "I only want my master. I love—"

His broken cry of completion as well as hot spurts falling against her cheeks and mouth had her halting her blathering.

Her eyes snapped open to stare in dismay at Lucien, his muscles straining as the last drops of his cum bathed her face and breasts.

With a cry of frustrated fury, she pushed him away.

He fell with a splash and she remained cupping handfuls of water onto her face and into her mouth to remove the traces of his spent lust in disgust.

When done, she glared at the spot where he'd disappeared and frowned. The water bubbled and roiled. Why hadn't he come back up? It wasn't that deep.

Rising, she peered into the dark water trying to see him, but it was completely black and only her worried expression stared back at her.

She saw movement and he suddenly popped his head out.

"Help me," he screamed, but something pulled him back under.

Alluna shrieked and Eriel, Remuel, and Zakreel appeared at the edge of the pool.

"Something has him," she shouted frantically. "It's dragged him under."

Eriel dove in. Zakreel ran out and seconds later a bright glow blinded Alluna. Zakreel had shifted into dragon form.

The dragon's tail slithered into the water, looking like liquid gold. He backed up until his rump was almost in the water. For a moment, Alluna feared she would be crushed under the dragon's hide, but he began to move forward when her back hit the far wall in the pool. His flank was mere inches from her nose.

The dragon pulled his tail up—the end wrapped around Eriel and Lucien. Remuel splashed into the pool and yanked her out as well.

Alluna stared horrified and shivering at Lucien. Bleeding cuts, as well as bites and claw marks littered his flesh. Remuel threw a blanket over her while Zakreel and Eriel did the same for Lucien.

"They've found us again," he coughed blood. "We can't keep running. The girl must be taken to her father. She'll be safer there... away from us."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 18



She shrank away from his cold words. Still, he continued. "You'd do well to harden your heart or spend the rest of your life suffering for men who lie to gain access to the heaven between your thighs. You are not the only accommodating woman in the galaxy. Heaven can be obtained everywhere."

She choked back a sob, understanding him completely. She'd been used and cast aside like nothing.

He sighed behind her and his hand came up to stroke her tears away. "Don't cry little one. Perhaps in this kingdom you will find a man willing to care for you and your babe. I... I cannot offer you safety. That's why I must bring you back to your kin."

"Kin?"

His lips brushed her temple. "You are a princess. King Lumar has been searching for you. You will be well cared for in his castle. Your father is the only man you can trust, Alluna. Remember that... always."

"Are you... are you the father of my—"

He chuckled—a laugh without humor. "If only, Alluna. I am not the man you love, nor am I the father of your child. I'm cursed. No one can or should ever love me. To do so would assure great suffering. I will never allow that. I know this now. This is how it must be for me."

Shadows passed overhead and she looked up to see a red and golden dragon soaring overhead. Trailing behind them was a black-winged reaper.

The road twisted and turned as they neared a large river with an arched stone bridge over it. Large stone demon-like creatures adorned the sides of the entryway to the bridge, holding large clubs. The dragons landed before the bridge and roared, making Alluna clap her hands over her ears in fright.

The stone statues moved, their eyes lighting with red fire. Their jaws opened, showing needle-like teeth with glowing fire within. Black smoke erupted from their jaws and out of their nostrils as they growled at the dragons.

"Trolls," General Luke sighed behind her.

The creatures bellowed their indignation, fire dripping from their jaws. The dragons puffed out their chests and snorted angrily at the creatures, but the trolls refused to allow them to pass.

General Luke got down from the Ballan they rode and strode to the bridge. He reached up and tore his cape off. Alluna sucked in a shocked breath when large red devil's wings unfurled behind him. The creatures blinked glowing eyes at him and actually began to cower.

His voice growled out in a strange language she did not understand, making the trolls move away from the entrance to the bridge. Black smoke billowed from their nostrils when the general turned and remounted the Ballan behind Alluna.

She was not sure what terrified her more, the snarling trolls staring murderously at her, the fire-breathing dragons snapping their jaws mere feet from her legs at the trolls... or the devil holding her tight against his body behind her. To make matters worse, the reaper had landed at the end of the bridge and stood with his wings unfurled and his eyes emotionless black voids.

"Fuck off, Eriel," the general rasped.

The reaper grinned. "Can't help it. Every time you show those wings, my whole system goes into kill mode. Just instinct I guess."

"Stop your blabbing and get my cape before the guards see me." He gripped Alluna's chin and forced her gaze to his. "Sleep, Alluna. Remember nothing about my wings, or the reaper..."

...Or the dragons... King Lumar is your father... you were kidnapped by an evil sorceress... kept in a tower from your birth until your twentieth spring. You were rescued by a knight who stole your innocence and left you abandoned.

She tried to awaken, but felt so tired. Visions swam in and out of her consciousness. A wall, higher than anything she'd ever seen, rising up to disappear into the clouds... a canopy of trees... wooden bridges, curious faces peering at her.

She felt her body immersed in water, being bathed, and then silken fabric wrapped around her. The last thing she sensed was soft bedding cushioning her and the face of a very big, dark man with glowing gold eyes looking down at her.

"Welcome home, my child."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 18



He kissed her forehead and then smiled at the people.

"I present to my fellow subjects, my very own flesh and blood, my daughter, princess Alluna."

A roar of glee went around the room. Zak felt insanely jealous and wretched. After all, it was her father... but she's mine, damn-it.

"You need to get his attention, Zak," Seth whispered to him.

"Good idea," Remi seconded. "Get in good with the old man. Chicks like that."

Zak grimaced, remembering how much his first girlfriend's father had despised him... for getting his daughter pregnant and being a freak.

Not much had changed this time either.

Zak scratched the back of his neck. "Aw, damn-it all. And how the hell am I going to do that?"

"We're should offer to be her personal guards," Remi said conspiratorially.

Zak rolled his eyes. "Her guards? As her personal guards it would be a gross breach of trust for me to try to court her. The king would castrate us."

"Not if she falls for you, Zak." Seth said. "Again. The bravest and fiercest of the warriors can ask for her hand, remember? Don't you want her back? Was I right, after all and the spell has worn off?"

Zak snarled. "She didn't put me under a spell."

Seth's eyes narrowed making Zak angrier.

"She's the sweetest, most genuine female I've ever had, damn-it. How could I resist not falling in love?" He looked back to where the king held her on his lap, offering her food. Zak had to forcible hold himself back from going to her. "She's mine," he hissed.

Remi gripped his arm. "Easy, Goliath. Remember that's her father."

Zak pulled his arm from Remi's grasp and sulked. "Yes. I know. Doesn't make it any easier. I want to hold her... feed her... care for her and my babies." He felt the color drain from his face. "Fuck. What if the king decides to terminate the pregnancy?"

Seth stepped in front of him, trying to block his view to the royal table. Zak looked down into his eyes. "That's not going to happen. These people don't do abortions. Take it easy and get your head on straight. We agreed that Anniel and Rowie would work to get her close to you or we'd try to get access to her. You need to get into the king's good graces to court her. The rest will be up to Luna and you. Can you keep focused on that?"

"Yeah, man," Remi muttered next to them. "What kind of half-assed Dom are you?"

Zak winced and scowled down at Remi's angry glare.

Damn. The red weredragon was right. He needed to get himself under better control... keep a level head. That's what a Dom does.

The music began again and everyone resumed sitting at the long tables around the dining hall. Servants carrying large platters of food began filing out from the kitchen doors to either side of the hall.

Zak remained standing, drawing the curious stares of a few of those congregated. Seth and Remi also stayed standing with him, looking at him askance.

Zak began to make his way to the royal table, ignoring Seth and Remi's insistence that he sit.

Those seated around the royal table gaped at him. Nervous murmuring went around the table as he drew closer.

"Zak, what the fuck are you doing?" Seth hissed frantically at his side. Remi only followed, watching him with wide eyes.

One of the warriors sitting at the royals table, Brock, sneered and wrapped his palm around the hilt of his sword.

Brock was about as big and brawny as Zak, and he'd challenged Zak to spar on numerous occasions. Each time Zak had made him eat dirt. The man hated Zak with a passion. The feeling was mutual.

Brock made to stand, but their commander, Braze gripped his arm and ordered him to stand down.

Commander Braze eyed Zak with narrow eyes. He was a hard, harsh man, but Zak knew he was honorable.

The servant that had escorted Alluna intercepted Zak when he reached the end of the table.

The little man visibly shook as he wringed his thin fingers. "No one can approach the king without being announced first, warrior."

Zak scowled at the man making him whimper pathetically. "Then announce me," he snarled through gritted teeth.

Sweat beaded the little man's brow. "And your name is?"

"Zachariel of Angelos."

The servant turned, clicked his heels, and announced in his high-pitched whiney voice, "If it pleases his highness, the warrior, Zachariel of Angelos would like an audience with his highness."

Zak raised his eyes to the head of the table. The king regarded him with narrowed eyes, his grip perceptively tightening on Alluna.

She, on the other hand gaped at Zak. God—did she recognize him?

No.

Zak's bravado began to slip. She looked at him with terror-filled eyes.

Damn black wings.

"You are a holy warrior, death angel, is that right?" the king's thunder-deep voice asked.

Zak bowed his head. "Yes, your highness."

"What do you wish, Zachariel of Angelos?"

Zak looked up at him and unsheathed his sword. Every warrior present jumped to their feet, swords at the ready.

Zak held his sword straight up and out in both hands, and once again bowed his head. "I wish to pledge my sword and my life to protect the princess Alluna." His spread his black wings, garnering a whoosh of sharp gasps, and then sank to his knees.

There, he waited with bated breath for the king's answer.



The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 19



Sorry it took so long to post this chapter. It's kind of hard to try to post something every week, but I will definitely try to work on posting at least every two weeks. The story is coming down to the ending, perhaps four or five chapters more and then I definitely need a break before I start Ashriel and Annie's story. Thanks once more to everyone who's voted and commented. I especially appreciate the comments. They let me see what my readers want and I try to please as much as I can, of course, I the end, the characters always do what they need to do... what they must do... love without boundaries. 





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 19



It was the queen who'd spoken. She cast a venomous glare at Zak.

"We've got to go, Zak," the other reaper called from above. "You'll anger the mermaids."

Zak's eyes widened and he looked around, before cupping Alluna's face in his big palms. "I'll be back once everything is safe in the kingdom, Luna. I promise."

"Take your hands off the princess, warrior," the queen hissed.

Alluna looked back at the queen, flanked by her daughters. Her majesty's eyes were cold chips of ice. Zak backed away apologizing.

"Be off, before you endanger all of us," the queen spat shooing him with her boney hands.

Alluna fought the urge to reach out to him when he took to the sky again. He gazed at her a few moments before the other reaper touched his hand.

She had to put her hand to her forehead to watch as he flew away, back toward the lump of land with the two dragons and reaper.

"Alluna."

She turned to look at the queen. "We should go below to our quarters until we are fetched. No harm will come to us here."

She looked down into the water and could see faint glimpses of movement beneath the dark sea.

"Come, child. We mustn't taunt the merfolk."

Alluna turned and followed the queen and the princesses through a wide door and down a flight of steps. The floor beneath her feet rolled and pitched gently.

Queen Lucresh turned and gestured to double doors at the end of the passageway.

"You girls stay together. Do not come out unless I come for you personally."

"Yes, mother," the twins drawled in unison.

Alluna walked into the small room with the other girls and stood unsure as one of them closed the door on the queen's unsmiling face.

Uuvy and Ivy turned slowly to regard her...the way a snake regards a bird it's about to eat.

Alluna gulped nervously.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 20



The warriors rushed through the secret passage. Commander Braze lead them through winding tunnels until they climbed up a narrow leaf strewn tunnel and surfaced in the heart of the Lumar's kingdom.

Zak, Remi, and Seth rushed forward, swords in hands to where the sounds of battle rang out.

Just over the crest of a hill, Zak looked down and stopped in his tracks. Trolls. Not just any type of troll. Fire trolls. He'd thought they were merely legend, but down in the valley below were over a hundred glowing trolls, spewing fireballs at the warriors desperately trying to cut them down.

Remi gave a victorious yell and scampered down into the burning valley, flames already streaming down his body.

"That's my boy," his father yipped behind him, also running down the side of the hill. The man was unarmed, but already his dragon's wings were pushing out of his back as he shifted into his beast.

Eriel stood next to Seth, arms across his chest. Zak stiffened when he felt his father come up next to him. The other warriors were running down into the fray of battle, uncaring of the flames.

Zak turned his head to look at Zakreel. The golden weredragon stared at him sullenly.

"They were hard times, little one. We were being hunted." He took a deep breath, looking down at the battle below. "We'd lost One of Dava's babes and were trying to find him."

"Lucien?"

"Aye. Remuel and I did everything we could to survive."

Zak clenched his fists and stepped up against his father's broad chest. He was actually a few inches taller than the weredragon and seemed to outweigh him by a hundred pounds of solid muscle. "You did everything, including selling your own children."

Zakreel scowled. "I didn't sell you. I was approached by a woman who offered me a handsome amount of credits for a sample of my sperm. I was desperate. The Edenian guardians had Drakken. He was going to be executed..."

"Don't mean to interrupt, but I think they need us down there," Seth said putting his hand on Zak's shoulder.

Zak turned to Seth who already was unsheathing his second sword. The weretiger didn't say another word and turned to head down the hill. Eriel opened his wings and sailed down on a current of air.

Zak didn't wait any longer. Gripping the hilt of his sword tighter, he began running down the side of the hill.

He felt scorching heat before him, rolling against his flesh from the brush burning below, but a burst of scalding air slapped his back, letting him know his father had shifted. A dark shadow flowed over his head and he felt his skin itch when he caught sight of Zakreel soaring into the valley below. The dragon looked as if made of pure liquid gold, his wings capturing the dimming light of the setting sun and reflecting it back like fire.

Zak cursed and rushed faster. He raised his sword and swung just as he reached the bottom of the hill. Fire burst as the blade cut into the hard metallic back of the fire troll. The creature screamed, throwing his head back. The warrior it had been trying to cook alive scurried out from beneath his glowing metal shield. He thrust his sword into the creature's belly as Zak hacked the troll's stubby legs. The creature fell with a clang to the ground and burst into blue flame.

A blast of cold air almost made Zak fall back. He shielded himself with his forearm and looked up. Remuel soared over his head absorbing the heat of the flames that dance along the ground. The fire flickered and died out leaving patches of ice, to Zak's surprise. He could see the fire within the trolls ebbing and dying, leaving the creatures weak and vulnerable. Remi was glowing, as if he were about to shift, but Zak realized both red dragons were simple soaking up all the fire around them, and as a result were killing the trolls.

Eriel landed in the midst of the trolls still spilling out of the forest. His wings were open, his eyes black, and full of death. He smiled while his dark hair flowed in the breeze away from his beautiful face.

"Come to me, little ones," he said holding out his arms, his head tilting sideways in a childlike gesture. "Let me love you."

The air around Eriel distorted, like ripples of heat. The effect billed out like a jellied cloud, sweeping over the multitude of approaching trolls. They stopped, as if frozen, their metallic skin turning white. Eriel fanned his wings in a slow gentle sweep. The trolls disintegrated, like burnt paper, their ashes scattering in the breeze like flakes of snow. A reaper in full killing glory.

They continued to fight for hours. Zak could not believe the amount of trolls and devils that kept appearing. Of course, if the mages were behind this, all they had to do was keep building their magic until one side grew tired enough to give up.

The warriors never gave up. Zak was amazed at their strength and stamina against something supernatural.

Zak's body ached and was covered in sweat by the time the last troll and devil fell defeated. The sun was already low in the horizon.

A roar of victory echoed in the valley, swords rose. Some of the warriors were hurt, burned, and bloody, but it seemed no one was killed. Lumar's warriors were legendary fighters. It would take more than a handful of trolls to wipe them out.

In the middle of the field, striding toward the golden dragon was a tall blond man. The way he walked seemed familiar to Zak. His eyes narrowed on the man with the golden hair, but a mask made of metal covered his face. A dark cape fluttered behind him. He put his hand on the dragon's snout, speaking to him.

Seth trotted back to Zak. His right arm was singed, but aside from that, he had no other injury.

"That was actually fun," Seth panted, his eyes shining.

Zak scowled. "I'm going back for Luna."

He turned to leave, but Seth's hand on his forearm made him stop to look into the weretigri's face.

Seth brows drew together, a little line he hadn't noticed before denting the otherwise smooth perfection of his skin. "We need to go slow, Zak."

Zak jerked his arm free of Seth's grip. "Fuck slow. This place is a disaster. I'm not leaving my woman and my children here. I'm leaving and I'm taking them with me. To hell with the Arborian Master Guardians, the L-O-S, and everyone else who's trying to keep us apart." He began stomping his way up the hill again. "I've had enough of this bullshit. Fucking trolls, and witches and who the fuck knows what the hell else will come at us."

"Look. I agree with you," Seth said trying to keep up with him, "but she doesn't remember who you are. She's going to be scared, confused."

"I'll take her home. I'll let her have her own room and win her back"

"Really?"

Seth sounded incredulous. Zak scowled down at him. "I'm not a heartless son-of-a-bitch."

"What about her father?"

Zak stopped midstride and swerved to growl at Seth. "Whose side are you on?"

Seth held up his hands. "I'm just trying to be reasonable. " Somebody got the king to fall for a faerie knowing that native Arborian males mate for life."

"What the hell are you getting at, Seth?"

"Just listen to me a second. Lumar falls for a faerie princess, gets her pregnant, the baby disappears and the princess mind is wiped clean of ever having known him. He won't lie with another woman, so he never has another heir to take his place. The royal line dies with him and the planet is suddenly up for grabs."

Zak scrubbed his face with his hands in frustration. "So you want me to walk away from Luna? Leave her and my daughters behind?"

Seth stared at him. "No, Zak. I just think we should get to the bottom of this. We're taking the man's only child away. Least we can do is try to fix the situation with him and the Fae princess..."

Zak folded his arms over his chest and smirked. "You want to get the king back with his true love? Remi's match-making shit is rubbing off on you."

Seth scowled at him. "Don't compare me to that conceited prick."

"What'd I do now?" Remi said popping in next to them with a smug grin on his face.

Seth rolled his eyes.

Zak turned and began to walk back up the hill. It was almost dark now. By the time they reached the opening of the cave over the sea, it would be dark. He was anxious to get Alluna back to the safety of his room. He'd sleep outside her window if he had to, but he definitely not leaving her side ever again.

Zak stiffened a bit when Remi's father rejoined them. At least his own father stayed away this time. Looking over his shoulder, he still saw the strange masked man talking with Zakreel and Eriel. Zakreel's eyes followed his progress up the hill. He looked contrite, sad, but Zak would not let that sway him. Too many years of hurt to erase right away. He needed to get his woman back to safety. Maybe later he could sit and talk with his sperm donor... maybe.

They crested the hill and stopped. At the foot of one the trees that house a few families, was a young girl. She was curled in on herself, legs tucked up against her chest and face buried in her arms, sobbing.

She wore a deep red hooded cape, patent leather maryjanes and delicately knitted white socks that came to her knees.

"Hey, are you okay?" Remi asked as they all approached and knelt by her.

Luminous blue eyes looked up at them. She wore a blue dress and had two coppery braids trailing down her chest.

"It's dark and I can't find my way home. I was on my way back from grandma's house, but the fighting scared me and I hid up here. Now it's too dark to go back. I'm scared."

Zak bit his lip. The little girl obviously needed to be escorted back home. It was dark and the forest was no place for a little girl to be wandering all by herself after dark.

Zak extended his hand to her and she smiled, placing her much smaller hand into his to allow him to help her stand.

He gaped when she did. She wasn't so little after all. Her dress was altogether too short, showing enticing little thighs and small breasts pressed against a too tight bodice. Zak frowned down at her. "How could your parents let you out so late?"  

She batted long lashes at him. "I'm an orphan. I live with Mama Goose."

Zak snorted. Figures. No man would let his pretty daughter out so late... and dressed so provocatively. He planned to make sure his girls always wore full body suits and never wandered far from his sight.

Mama Goose?" Remuel whistled. "That's four days journey from here. How did you get here?"

"I hitched a ride on a blue dragon, but I have no idea where he might be now."

Remuel snorted. "Blue dragons are unreliable. I can take you back. Wanna accompany me, son?"

Remi grinned with a shrug. "Sure." He looked at Seth and Zak. "You guys don't mind, do you?"

Seth frowned. "After what just happened? I don't think it's safe outside the kingdom walls."

Both red weredragons puffed out their chests in pride. Like father, like son Zak mused.

"We're not afraid of anything, are we son?"

Remi snickered. "No way. We kicked those trolls ass."

"What if the mages send in something else? It'll just be the two of you out there?"

"Seth's right," Zak seconded. "Maybe you should wait until daylight."

"What for? If the mages send any more creatures to attack, they'll send them during the day as well as night. Makes no difference."

"We can take care of ourselves," Remi said placing his hand on Zak's shoulder. "You just make sure you keep Luna safe."

"Luna?" Remuel questioned.

Remi grinned at him. "Princess Alluna is Zak's girl. We're here to take her home."

Remuel looked at Zak with big sparkling green eyes. "Sooo. You're the one who got her with child."

"That's right," Zak scowled at him.

The red weredragon said nothing more. They turned and began walking back down the hill with the girl between them.

Zak turned on his heel and strode back to where he remembered the entrance to the tunnel lay. In the distance, he heard Brock calling out to him. Anger tinged his voice, but Zak ignored the annoying warrior. He picked up his pace until he was running

"They're gaining on us, Zak," Seth panted next to him. "I get the feeling Brock is interested in Alluna. He wants to be next in line for the throne, and winning Luna's hand is a sure way to get there."

Zak picked up his pace, but he sensed the powerful Arborian warriors looming closer.

He unsheathed his sword. "I'll kill the fucker."

"No. I'll shift. You can ride my back and I'll get us the mouth of the cave faster."

Even as he spoke, his voice grew more animalistic. He passed Zak in the tunnel, disappearing in the darkness ahead.

A low rumbling growl filled the air. Zak ran faster as well, until he came up behind the twenty-foot tiger, hunched down, back to Zak. Zak leapt onto the white tiger's back and held on tightly when the feline surged forward. He had to crouch low, hugging the giant cat's back, feeling the powerful roll of muscles undulate against his chest and thighs. What took almost a half hour before only took a few minutes now. Seth's speed in shifted form was amazing.

The salty air blasted against Zak's face and soon the roar of the pounding sea filled his ears. Thunder rolled in the sky and the wind howled through the cave. The coming storm had churned the sea up into a roiling mass of murderous waves. Zak wasn't sure he was strong enough to fly in such weather, but the thought of his sweet Alluna out there in the dark in a storm-tossed sea made his gut twist with anxiety.

There was a strange energy in the air that made his unease grow. It was as if the wind cried out his name.

"Zaaak, help me."

"Shit," he cursed before plunging off the cliff's edge.

***

The water was cold, and dark, but the hands that gripped her ankles and pulled her down were colder. The babes in her womb stirred. Fear. Her babies were scared.

Anger boiled in Alluna's veins and her body began to glow beneath the inky black sea water. The mermaids' faces looked at her in alarm. They were not pretty creatures. Their hair swirled around their scaly fish-eyed faces. Full lips pulled back to reveal their needle-like teeth as they dragged her deeper.

"Release me," Alluna ordered startling them.

One of them swam up to her face. "How can you speak to us underwater? You should be drowning."

Alluna gripped the creature's face and let a surge of power flow from her into the mermaid.

The scales disappeared and her bones shifted beneath her flesh. The mermaid's eyes rolled in pain and she opened her mouth to scream. Nothing but bubbles flowed from her mouth. She began to thrash against Alluna's hold until she released herself and swam frantically for the surface.

The other mermaids attacked Alluna, but she struck them all with her power, causing the same distortion to their features. Soon she floated alone in the dark sea.

Alluna kicked her feet and struggled to reach the surface again. Now that her anger was simmering down, she felt the press of the water against her lungs and feared that whatever was keeping her from drowning was quickly fading.

She burst up to the surface with a gasp. Air rushed into her lungs and she coughed up a few mouthfuls of water. Crying and sobbing caught her attention.

"What did you do to us?"

She looked around and saw that all of the mermaids looked like pretty maidens now. No more ugly scaly skin and fish eyes. They stared at their hands and face in horror.

"We can't breathe underwater anymore."

"Serves you right trying to drown me," Alluna spat. Thunder cracked across the sky, lightning dancing over the water in a surreal display.

"B-but we still have our tails. What are we supposed to do now if we can't go back to our underwater home?"

Continuous rolling thunder had Alluna gazing up. The reaper swooped down from the roiling black clouds that had draped across the night sky.

"Zaaak," she cried out, lifting her arms. He'd come back. He'd come to save her.

He swooped lower, reaching down to lift her from the rolling sea.

The mermaids began to hiss and screech. Jumping up to grab at him, trying to pull him down into the water.

"Kill him. Drown him," they screamed.

"Nooo," Alluna shrieked as they clung to his legs pulling him down. He cursed when one of them bit his calf. Luckily, they no longer had sharp teeth and his boots were thick. He kicked them loose and gripped Alluna. They tried to grab her legs to pull them both into the water, but she kicked also.

The reaper pulled her higher into the night sky until they were far away enough that he pulled her up into his arms. He whimpered and they lost a bit of altitude.

"Zak, what's wrong?" she cried out in alarm.

He looked into her eyes. "I need to land. I'm not used to flying so long.

Alluna thought that strange, but didn't argue. He headed for the royal ship and landed gently on the deck.

The minute his feet touched the deck, he was surrounded by female guards. They surrounded him with swords.

Zak went to his knees with Alluna wrapped tightly in his arms.

"No," she pleaded. "Don't hurt him. He saved me."

She felt him jerk in her arms and turned to stare at him in worry.

His mouth was open, eyes wide for a few seconds before he crumbled to the deck, unconscious. A metal pin, as long as her finger stuck out from his neck. A poisoned dart.

Alluna screamed. "What have you done to him?"

Her hands began to glow again and she looked up at the queen with a snarl. Queen Lukresh had a long slender tube in her mouth. She seemed to lean toward Alluna and blow.

Something sharp pricked her neck and her vision swam.

Alluna raised her hand to the side of her neck and felt a pin similar to the one sticking out of Zak's neck embedded in her skin.

Oh, no.

The queen's smile was the last thing she saw before everything went black.

***

Zak's arms ached, his neck and back were afire with tension. He groaned and lifted his head. Pain shot down his arms making him almost scream. He was tied between two posts, wearing nothing but his Arborian underwear. A thin strip of material covering his manhood tied to a strip of leather around his hips. His hair was unbound and hung over one shoulder. His back was bare. Completely bare. No wings.

He instantly knew the shit had finally hit the turbines.

"Damn," he sighed, knowing he'd been found out. So much for pretending to be a reaper. If he were lucky, they might recognize him as Zak Wilder, intergalactic rock star and cut him some slack. Hell, he wouldn't even mind posing for pictures and signing autographs.

He looked around at the hostile faces surrounding him and gulped. Seth was an asshole for thinking he'd be recognized on this backwards planet. His rock star status meant nothing here.

The masked man approached Zak. Zak frowned at the pale blue eyes gazing at him from behind the silver mask. Ice-blue eyes.

"You're in deep shit now, Goliath," the man growled in a low voice for Zak's ears only.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The man grinned and Zak gasped.

"No way," he breathed incredulously. But as the man turned and presented him with his back, Zak stared at the thick blond braid that hung half way down his back. Blond hair, a thousand shades of shimmering gold.

"Fucking Lucien," Zak snarled.

Lucien spun around. "General Luke Black."

"Lucien of Angelos. Son of the angel of destruction. The dark prince," Zak spat.

Lucien stepped up to him in two long strides and gripped his neck in a chokehold. "

"Careful, Blondie. Most of the men including the queen are crying out for your blood. As general I managed to bargain for a good whipping instead of an execution."

Zak stared at him, confused. "Why?"

Lucien laughed without humor. "If anyone kills any of you, I think it might tip Devon over. He'd go full demon and start a bloody rampage."

Zak laughed. "You're fucking crazy. He might have his blood tainted with Davariel's demon blood, but it's you who's fucking evil. You're the one trying to release Lucifer."




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 20



Lucien sobered. "Maybe that would be best. All of creation has become foul. To Lucifer we're an abomination. Maybe he's right."

"You're sick."

"Maybe I am," Lucien whispered. "Sorry, but I'm supposed to whip you now. Nothing personal, you know."

"Fuck you."

Lucien smiled. "You always were a stuck up bastard. Poor little rich boy daddy never loved."

Zak sneered. "At least daddy never fucked me."

Lucien slapped Zak so hard he saw stars before his eyes. His ears were left ringing.

Lucien walked away. "Feel free to scream, Zak. I may just show you a little mercy... maybe."

Zak spat blood to the ground and glared at Lucien through the white spots that danced before his vision.

***

Alluna blinked open her eyes to stare up at her father's scowling face.

"W-what happened," she said sluggishly.

He caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. "An off worlder tried to abduct you, my child."

"We need to close this planet off to new comers. It's getting more and more dangerous to continue to allow the continued influx of aliens upon our beautiful planet."

Alluna looked passed the king to stare at a dark man dressed in blue.

Her eyes widened when she recognized the man from the mirror. The man who'd let the queen suck his...

She struggled to sit up, cringing a bit when the stranger narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

"Who is this?" she asked panicked.

"One of Arboria's most powerful Master Guardians, my child," the king answered. "Dresh."

Zak. Where was Zak? Last thing she remembered, he'd been struck with a poisoned dart.

"Zak. Where is..."

"The man who tried to abduct you was an imposter. He was camouflaged as a reaper and tried to fly off with you. Dresh thinks he may be in league with the mages. They created a distraction while he tried to take you from us."

Alluna shook her head. "No. Zak saved me from the mermaids. They were trying to drown me."

King Lumar's eyes narrowed. "How did you get in the water? The guards said they saw him pluck you from the water before the winds from the storm forced him to land back aboard the ship."

"We should let her rest, my king," the queen interrupted.

Alluna turned her head to stare at queen Lukresh. She hadn't realized she was present. The queen stared at her with cold eyes.

Alluna touched the side of her neck. "Y-you shot me with a poisoned dart."

The queen's lips drew up slightly in a wicked grin. "You were hysterical, sweet child. I did what was necessary to keep you safe. Especially after that dragon shifter tried to abduct you."

"D-dragon?"

"The man who tried to take you away is a golden weredragon."

"Where is he?" Alluna gripped the king's arms and stared up pleadingly at him. "Where's Zak?"

"Easy, my girl. He will harm you no more," the king said soothingly, but it only served to notch Alluna's anxiety more.

Outside thunder rolled again, and the branches of the tree they were in scratched against the window as though in warning.

Dresh looked toward the window before turning narrowed eyes to Alluna. "Interesting," he said in a low voice.

Alluna glared at the man, not liking him at all. He gave her the creeps.

"Please, father. Please don't hurt Zak. He saved me."

"How did you end up in the water, Alluna?" the king demanded in a more stern voice this time.

She bit her lip and looked at the queen. Queen Lukresh stared down her narrow nose at Alluna.

If she told them about Aivy and Uuvy sending her down in the lifeboat, they might get in trouble. The girls weren't particularly nice, but she didn't want to tell on them.

Alluna bowed her head. "I heard the singing and wanted to see what the mermaids looked like."

"You went down into the water by yourself?"

Alluna nodded. She felt guilty for the half-truth, but couldn't bring herself to tattle on her stepsisters. They didn't know the mermaids would turn on her because she'd coupled with a man...did they?

"I'm sorry about what happened. Punish me, father. Not Zak. He saved me."

"She hallucinates from the shock, my king. Dresh, put her to sleep again."

"No-no, please," Alluna begged burrowing into her father's arms.

"Perhaps if we erased her memories of this horrible night, she'll feel better in the morning," Dresh suggested to Alluna's horror.

"Splendid idea," the queen seconded.

"Nooo. No more robbing me of my memories," Alluna cried out.

"Calm, my child," the king said rocking her gently in his arms. "No one is going to steal your memories. On the contrary. I want your memories returned. I want to know who left you with child." He drew away from her, his eyes burning with fury. "And when I learn who it is, he will not live to see another day.

***

Zak clenched his teeth, his sweat pouring down his face. Another lash ripped into his back. Still he refused to utter a single sound. The warriors had stared in stunned silence at first, but after a while, some of them began to cheer him on after every lash. He might be thought of as a traitor, but they respected the fact that he could take the whipping like a true warrior. Lucien cut him no slack either. He felt the bastard lay each mark methodically down his back in stripes spaced a hairline apart. Lucien had always felt pride in his talent with the whip. The asshole was the one to teach Zak, but Zak had never liked using things that marked the flesh so harshly on his submissives. He wasn't a sadist, just a dominant bastard.

One hundred lashes later, Zak was cut from the posts. He almost staggered to his knees, but miraculously stayed on his feet. His hair hung over his face, dripping sweat, little crystalline drops that mingled with the spatter of blood that poured off his back. The ground seemed to swirl like water around him and he had to close his eyes or fall face first to the ground. Zak took deep breaths and locked his knees. He refused to go down.

There was nothing but silence around him. Once the wave of dizziness passed, he looked up to see King Lumar walking toward him. The man looked furious.

Zak clenched his fists and stood his ground, valiantly trying to ignore the splotches of light dancing before his eyes. He'd had enough. He'd tell the king the entire truth. To hell with everything.

King Lumar stood before Zak, big broad chest puffed out, shoulders squared, eyes blazing gold through mere slits. His nostrils flared, chest expanding impressively as he drew a deep breath. "The princess says you saved her from the mermaids."

Zak stared at him and nodded. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the world spun and swayed before him. Darkness crowded around his vision. Fuck—he didn't want to faint.

"What have you to say for yourself, warrior?" the king demanded in his deep voice.

"I... I love her," was all Zak managed to utter before the ground rushed up at him.

***

Music filled his ears, his heart, his soul. He'd heard this music before. It had enslaved him, pulled him almost unwilling to the tower. His beast writhed beneath his skin, enraged, the feel of the spell dragging him... to her. Suddenly, he wanted to be bound by the beautiful witch. She sat in a pool of light, light that emanated from her. Zak felt cold—so so cold. He needed her warmth, needed her love like the air he breathed.

He lifted his hand to her as she played her flute, but found it was bound. He looked at his right hand. It was cuffed and chained to a column. Next to him was Remien, also cuffed and chained, his glittering green eyes staring at Alluna too, mesmerized, unblinking. Seth was next to him, as well as Anniel, Rowie, Remi's father and his own. They were all chained to columns forming a circle. Horror filled him when he looked up and saw Eriel nailed to a cross suspended upside down from the vaulted ceiling of the dungeon they were in. His wings hung limply to either side of the cross and a stream of blood poured from his body to the center of the circle, upon an altar. To either side of the altar, were two mirrors, reflecting a surging purple-misted storm instead of the dungeon and altar. There was a dark shadow within the rampaging mist, the shadow of big dark wings, and a hand reaching out to touch the surface of the glass.

Davariel.

A tall dark-skinned woman entered the dungeon with a raven-haired girl. Behind them was Lucien, his eyes glowing brighter than Devon's. He spread his red wings as he stood behind the altar. The girl was placed upon the altar before him.

Zak screamed for Alluna to move away, to run away, but she only stopped playing her flute and stood to look as Lucien lifted his sword and ran it through the girl.

The girl screamed, arching her back as blood pouring from her chest. Her eyes rolled up while she twitched in the throes of death.

Alluna's hands began to glow as she lifted them and began to chant in a strange language.

Zak screamed for her to stop. He could see the images of a blond, black-winged angel approaching the glass on the other side of the mirror. Alluna threw her power into the mirror on the right as Lucien struck the mirror to the left. The mirror on the right cracked into little bits, but the one on the left opened like a portal.

Both angels screamed. The sound was piercing, making those tied to the columns shriek as well. The angel on the right was drenched in blood as it tried to pass the glass. Zak saw the creature's flesh torn to shreds and explode in a spray of blood. The one on the left emerged into the dungeon, his eyes black like a sharks'. It was evil incarnate. Davariel, but not the true Davariel. His other, His evil opposite.

Zak jumped up from the bed with a scream of agony. Fire coursed down his back making him writhe.

"Easy, Zak," Seth said gripping his arms.

The pain was excruciating, but it was soon forgotten when he caught sight of Zakreel pacing behind Seth. Eriel and Lucien lounged on a bed beyond the pacing weredragon.

"What the fuck are they doing here?" Zak snarled.

Seth got in his face, and for the first time Zak noticed how panicked Seth looked. His stripes were showing faintly on his skin, and Seth's stripes only showed when he was enraged or scared shitless.

Seth swallowed loudly. "They've disappeared."

"Who?" Zak frowned.

"Remi and his father. You've been out for more than a day between the dart and then the whipping..."

Zak snarled at Lucien. "Why is that fucker here with us?"

Lucien snorted. "I managed to escape from hell, but not before I heard the demons plotting on stealing themselves some little Alpha Angel babies, pure and powerful enough to help them free Lucifer."

"I thought you wanted him freed," Zak spat.

Lucien regarded him a moment. "Not at the cost of killing babies."

"Fucking asshole. And you think that Lucifer is going to spare any baby's life once he's set free?"

Lucien stared at him a moment with his weird glowing eyes. As weird as Devon's. "Of course he won't. That's why I want to put a stop to all this."

"That's not what you were saying before you whipped me."

Lucien shook his head. "No, Zak. I said that perhaps we deserved to be wiped out because we'd grown so foul, but I don't want Lucifer free. I don't want to see... the people I care for hurt... destroyed."

His voice trailed off into a whisper.

Zak snorted. "I don't believe you. I don't trust you."

"Zak," Seth said drawing his attention back to him. "We've got to find Remi and Remuel."

"Can't you feel him? Use your power." Zak insisted. "I don't give a shit about the Arborian Master Guardians."

"I did use my power, but I still can't feel them."

Zak rubbed his face in frustration. "Greis. Maybe Greis got them. Fuck. They might be off planet."

Seth scoffed. "No way a Grei could snag Remien. He's an archangel, Zak."

Zak shook his head. "Geez, Seth. This is Rem we're talking about. He's a screwball."

"I think I know where they might be."

They all turned to look at Eriel who'd spoken.

He hugged himself as if afraid. "That crazy tranny probably got them. He was looking to collect himself a pair of dragons, a reaper, a weretigri, and a werewolf."

"The abandoned fortress with the tower where we found Alluna?" Seth asked.

Eriel nodded.

Zak frowned. "Tranny?"

Zakreel spoke now. "Aye. The sorcerer that frequents that fortress is male, but dresses as a female. He lured me with a flute, damn, hypnotized me and locked me down in that dungeon years ago."

"She—I mean-he seduced me at Haddasha's slipped me a drug in our hotel room and then I woke up in a tiny cage." Eriel also said. "She already had Drakken for years. Said she purchased him from a guard in the Edenian Mercurian penitentiary. He'd been blood starved for over three hundred years."

"Holy shit," Zak whispered. "That's Rowie's father, isn't it?"

They all nodded.

"Where is he?"

"We have him hidden away," Eriel said.

"I feed him my own blood every night, but he needs to be taken to Vildminoria where they can help him better. They have a special hospital there for blood-starved vampires.

Zak nodded, knowing that first hand. It was where Imo had recuperated after...

He glared at Lucien. Lucien had kidnapped Imo and blood starved him. He'd also almost succeeded in killing Seth to offer the weretigri as a virginal sacrifice. The memory of the vampire Liara riding Seth's loins until he spilled for the very first time inside a female body whispered through Zak's mind. Seth had never been the same afterwards.

Lucien grinned and Zak wanted to leap across the room and bash his face in.

"I've reformed," he said with a smile. "The poison in the wings no longer has any power over me."

Zak didn't trust him.

"We need to find Remi, Zak. God. Rowie is pregnant. She'll never recover if something happens to that asshole," Seth said.

Zak looked at him. It wasn't because of Rowie that Seth was so desperate to find him. Zak knew Seth loved Remi as much as he did. They couldn't lose Rem.

The memory of the dream came back to haunt him. He prayed it wasn't a premonition of what was about to happen.

He rose from the bed and looked around for clothing.

"What are you doing?" Seth asked.

"I'm going to her." He winced as he pulled on a pair of woven leather pants.

"And do what?"

Zak's skin itched and he tamped down the fury that caused him to shift unbidden. Control. He was the master. He was in control. Right.

"I'll figure it out when I'm in front of her. But I need to see her." He closed the ties to the pants, sat, and waved his hands in the general direction of the boots tossed on the floor. Both boots glided over the stone floor and slid over his outstretched feet. He scowled up at Seth, daring him to admonish him for using his power. Seth remained quiet, pale blue eyes looking steadily into Zak's.

Seth nodded. "Fine."

He stood back and let Zak slip out into the night.

No guards were there to stop him, which seemed very strange to Zak. He'd worry about that later. For now, he clenched his teeth against the excruciating pain on his back and made his way to the royal tree looming ahead in the darkness.

The others followed behind, swords drawn.

***

King Lumar knew. Dresh had reluctantly made Alluna recall some of her past and she'd been forced to admit that Zak was t father of her unborn babies. Alluna caressed the small bump of her stomach. She was barely a little more than a month, but already she was showing. She had three daughters in her belly.

According to Dresh, the golden weredragon's genes were dominant and the babes in her belly were little dragon spawns.

The king had asked if Alluna's life were in danger giving birth to three dragonesses and Dresh had said he wasn't sure.

They had left her alone then. An Arborian woman had come to tend to her needs afterwards. When Alluna asked about the dark-haired elfin girl, the woman said no one knew what had happened to her.

Alluna remembered the pretty girl had been pregnant and hoped nothing bad had happened to her. The black wolf was no longer around either making Alluna feel lonely and abandoned.

She paced the room, wringing her fingers with growing anxiety. The air was heavy with a strange presence. She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of her room and stopped to stare. Something wasn't right about the image. She looked at her reflection but it felt as though she were looking at... something trying to pretend to be her.

Leaves rustling outside her window had her turning, heart pounding. Reaching down to the golden hilted knife her father had made her wear strapped to her thigh, she stared at the window as it creaked open.

Zak began climbing in, his blond hair spilling about his face in wild disarray.

With a squeal of delight, she ran to him. He'd barely put one huge booted foot on the floor and her arms wrapped around his neck.

Alluna buried her face in his neck and breathed him in. If the golden sun had a scent, it would be just like Zak's. His scent brought to mind hot sun pouring down upon a breeze swept meadow. Wild, sweet, fresh, and pure. Her hands fisted his thick waving hair as his arms wrapped around her and carried her farther back into the room.

Alluna's bottom met the edge of a chest of drawers. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back with a throaty purr.

"Luna," he breathed before his mouth found hers.

Sitting upon the chest of drawers, put Zak standing between her thighs. Alluna molded herself to his broad chest and ate at his mouth. His tongue swirled in and reacquainted itself with hers. She was whimpering, wiggling, trying to crawl into his skin. It was only when she scraped her nails over his bare back that he stiffened and drew his mouth away with a hiss.

Alluna drew back as well and blinked at her bloodied fingernails. She hadn't scratched him so hard to draw blood.

"You're hurt," she whispered.

He caressed her cheek, sapphire eyes glittering. "It's nothing." His eyes searched hers. "You remember me?"

Alluna's lip quivered. "Yes, mas—"

He placed a finger over her lips to keep her from calling him master. "No. You're not my slave. You're not even my submissive."

Dread flowed through her. She swallowed. "Th-then what am I?"

His eyes darkened as his thumb caressed her lower lip. "You're the woman I love. The mother of my children."

Alluna shuddered. She barely knew this man, really, yet what they felt for each other... had no words.

The babes in her womb stirred against his belly. It made him lurch back, his eyes filled with wonder.

She watched his hair spill forward, like a curtain around them as he cupped the little swell of her belly in his enormous hands. Again, her belly undulated. He shuddered.

"Oh, God," he said in a choked voice.

Alluna put her hands over his and they stared at the moving swell. She felt her daughters' joy. They recognized their father and were trying to get close to his warmth.

Alluna giggled at the strange roiling motion within her. Zak looked up at her, smiling also, but a single tear flowed down his cheek making her eyes widen.

"There's something I need to do," he said, "to make sure..."

He stepped back an inch and she gripped his biceps to keep him from going too far. Already she missed his warmth. She wanted to feel him against her, skin to skin.

Zak closed his eyes, making a few more tears leak out. He held his palms up as if offering her something and began to glow.

Alluna felt his power unfold within him, flow out like a current making the hairs on her body stand on end. His skin shimmered golden and his palms blazed as if holding a tiny sun.

She had to turn her face away from the blinding light. After a few seconds she was aware the light had faded.

Turning back to Zak, she was surprised to see him holding out her old golden flute in his palms.




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 20



"The first time I saw you, you were playing this," he said softly. "I fought the pull of the music until I saw you." His fingers closed around the flute, holding it trapped in both fists.

Alluna swallowed and touched the dragon pendant that mama had placed around her neck. She had been playing the dragon's lure the day Zak had come to her. He'd fallen unwittingly under her spell.

"I know now you didn't mean to do it. You didn't mean to cast a spell on me, but I could have fought it. I'm an Alpha Angel. Perhaps not the most powerful of the seven, but one of them regardless." His eyes grew more intense and he leaned closer to her. His heat and scent engulfed her. She stared helpless as his tongue wet his lush lips. The muscles of his arms tightened as well as his grip on the flute. He was preparing to break it... and in the same process, break whatever hold she had over him. No more spell... perhaps no more love from Zak.

Now it was her turn to have tears swimming in her eyes. She didn't want to lose him... ever. What would she do without him? What would become of her... her babies?

"I felt alone, Alluna. I've had many many lovers. I had never been satisfied having sex in any normal way... until I met you. You filled that dark void within me, but I need to know it's real... not some magic voodoo that'll disappear like smoke on a windy day."

His face was solemn as he stared into her eyes.

She jumped with a start when the metal cracked and a hot wind blew across them. Zak closed his eyes with a shudder.

She buried her hands in the thick fall of his golden hair, terrified of what she'd see in his eyes once he opened them.

"No," she said on a choked sob. "Please. I love you. You can't abandon me now."

He swallowed, but kept his eyes closed. "I would never abandon you. You carry my babies inside you."

Alluna almost reeled back as if slapped. Was he saying he'd only stay with her because of her pregnancy?

"I'll take you back home. You can have your own room. I'll make sure you and my daughters want for nothing."

Tears flowed down her face. It was worse. He wasn't even keeping her as his lover.

"Look at me, please," she begged. She needed to see his eyes. Only then would she believe he felt nothing for her... that it had only been the spell that had bound him to her.

He turned away, making her heart break a little more. The pain was more than she could take. She knew all she had to do was sing the dragon's lure and bespell him again... but she didn't want his love that way. Not forced.

She wiped her eyes and watched as he took a few steps away, head down. His back was a mass of cuts and bruises.

Alluna opened her mouth, unsure of what to say, but the sound of music stopped her. It was the flute and it was playing the dragon's lure. Zak stiffened and stared at the mirror at the far end of the room.

Alluna's horrified stare took in the image of her reflection in the mirror. Only it really wasn't her reflection. The other Alluna sat primly upon the chest of drawers playing the flute as Zak lurched forward toward her. His eyes were wide and vacant.

"No," Alluna screamed and tried to hop down from her perch to stop him. To her surprise, she found she couldn't move. "No, Zak, stop—please."

He didn't listen and continued to walk toward the mirror. Shadows crawled out from beneath the bed, transforming into devils.

The music stopped making her look back at the mirror. Mama stood beyond the gold gilded frame of what had once been a mirror. It was more of a doorway now with mama's dungeon on the other side.

Mama laughed as Zak finally reached her.

"Silly girl. I told you men couldn't be trusted. He feels nothing but pity for you."

Alluna watched as mama's long black claws stroked loving up and down Zak's bulging biceps.

"Leave him alone. You tricked me into luring him the first time. I won't let you hurt him."

Mama snorted. "He wasn't supposed to go to you, stupid girl. But none of that matters anymore. I already have my red dragons and now I have two golds, two vampires, a wolf, and a weretigri."

Alluna stared in shock at mama. "W-what do you mean?"

Mama purred as she caressed Zak's hair. He stood before her unmoving, as if waiting for orders... in a trance.

"Come with me and find out, my child."

"Please don't hurt Zak, mama, please."

Mama looked him up and down. "He is quite extraordinary. So are the others. Exquisite, beautiful. It's almost a shame..."

She trailed off making Alluna uncomfortable. Mama had planned to release the angel of destruction's evil other. It took allot of blood sacrifices to be able to achieve such a feat. Alluna was not sure she was strong enough to save Zak and the others she feared mama had also captured, but she needed to try.

"I'm sorry, mama. You were right after all," Alluna said in a small voice.

Mama regarded her with narrowed eyes.

"I'm tired of the game. Zak never truly loved me. It was only the spell. I couldn't stand to see him go to another. I'd rather see him dead, mama. It would hurt too much otherwise."

"Really?" mama said, one brow raised.

Alluna found she could move again and slipped from the chest of drawers. She took careful steps to the portal where mama and Zak stood. The devils around the room hissed and laughed, but made no move to approach her.

Alluna walked until she could circle around and look into Zak's face. He stared with a blank expression on his face over mama's head.

Alluna's heart constricted at that blank look.

"If I can't have him then no one will," she whispered, trying to sound scornful and bitter.

Mama threw her head back and laughed. "Now that's my girl." She held her hand out to Alluna. "Come. We must hurry before their master realizes what is happening."

Alluna frowned as she allowed mama to engulf her hand. "Their master?"

Mama turned, her eyes wide with something close to fear in them. "Yes, my child. Devon of Angelos is a divine angel, trapped in the tainted body of a mortal. Once his little lambs are slaughtered, the taint in that body will take over and between him and Leiravad our true master will be released into this realm. We will become Lucifer's children and aid him in returning back to Heaven." Mama's smile was too wide, her eyes alight with madness. "We will arise from mere mortals to gods, my child."

***

Zak fought the sucking darkness. Alluna's light beckoned to him, but her essence felt—tasted different. He recoiled from it and felt himself trapped... like a bug in a web. He couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. Devon. He needed to link to Devon.

He sent his power out but touched something so powerful and evil it made him recoil.

He caught snatches of conversation around him, Alluna's voice. She sounded hurt, angry...bitter. She said she'd rather see him dead.

Pain blazed in his chest. He still loved her. He'd been terrified when he broke the flute that the beautiful feeling he felt inside would wither and die, but it had bloomed even more, as if released from a vice-grip. Before, he'd felt a desperation for Alluna. Now, that desperation had turned into a fierce burning fire within him. Love. She was pure, untainted, innocent, giving, beautiful. He loved her. No spell, no charms. Just pure real love. She made him feel whole, alive... hopeful for a chance at true happiness.

"If I can't have him, then no one will."

No.

He wanted to scream in agony. She could not mean that. Alluna did not talk that way. Something was wrong

He fought harder against the darkness, felt his body lurching forward, obeying the will of another. It angered him, making him furious.

But there was nothing he could do. His mind delved deeper into the darkness, searching. A glow of golden light made him drift closer.

The dragon's horns spiraled up from his head, which lay upon his clawed forepaws. The scales gleamed like liquid gold. It wasn't the same dragon he'd seen his father shift into. The beast raised its head and stared down at Zak with burning blue eyes. The eyes were terribly familiar.

Zak swallowed. He was looking into his own eyes.

"Shit," he hissed.

The creature bared its teeth and snarled, "That is exactly what you are."

Zak jumped when it spoke. "What the f—" He stared for a few seconds and finally decided to close his gaping mouth. "D-did you actually talk to me?"

"Get away from me," the beast said moving around to stand.

Zak realized the dragon had a collar around his throat with a chain that disappeared into the mists swirling around the ground at their feet.

"Why are you chained?" Zak asked.

"As if you didn't know," the dragon answered accusingly.

Zak frowned up at the creature. "I don't."

The creature growled angrily and showed teeth. "You've chained me up. Control, master. Only you are not my master. I wasn't made to be mastered by you, stupid."

Zak took a step back. "You're nothing but a monster."

"You?" the dragon scoffed. "You call me a monster?" He lowered his snout until it was even with Zak's face. "Take a good look, asshole. I am you. You are me. We are one and the same."

Zak shook his head in disgust. "No. I am not this," he gestured to the dragon. "I'm not a dragon. I'm a man."

"I'd tell you to tell that to my daughters, but we won't live long enough to embrace them."

"Your daughters," Zak spat indignantly, anger spearing through him. "Alluna is my woman."

Again, the dragon moved his snout closer to Zak, spreading his golden wings wide and gloriously. "It was I who decided to take Alluna as a mate. It was I who loved her. Before then you were only treating her as you would any other submissive."

"That's not true," Zak gasped feeling a shudder run down his spine.

"It is and you know it. You told her you owned her, told her you were her master. I was the one who loved her."

"B-but I love her too."

"No you don't. The only way you can ever love her is to embrace what you are... embrace me."

Zak watched the dragon's tail whip back and forth, like a cat that is about to devour a mouse.

"Why? I don't need you."

"How can you profess to love someone when you can't even love yourself?"

Zak scowled up at the creature. The dragon's blue eyes burned as if it held the very fires of hell.

The dragon flashed a razor-sharp smile. "Afraid?"

Yes. Zak admitted to himself he was afraid—terrified—had been terrified of this creature all his life since he knew this side of himself existed.

"You are a coward and a liar," the dragon said.

Zak's blood boiled in his veins. The dragon's scales glowed brighter, almost blinding.

Zak stood straighter and nodded. "Yes, but no more."

He rushed the creature, intending to wrap himself around its throat. He would embrace it and see what happened.

But no sooner had he come within reach of its maw, the dragon opened his jaws and gobbled Zak up.

He was being tossed around the beast's mouth, wet tongue rolling him around, sharp teeth trying to chew him alive. Zak's bones shattered, his skin shredded, and blood erupted in spurts. His rage consumed him at the beast's treachery, but he wasn't dead yet. As he slid down the beast's throat, he sent out a wave of power that felt like pure fire, burning him from the inside out. His power bloomed larger, filling the beasts belly and body. Zak roared, thrashed and bucked, feeling himself break through the beast's body, felt the heat of his power melt the scales until they fused with his skin... making them one.

Again, Zak roared. Only this time it was not a human voice that shook the ground beneath him. He swished his tail and beat his wings trying to set himself free from the chain that held him to the floor. His talons ripped at the silver chain, but held fast.

Another enraged bellow brought a few rocks tumbling upon his head.

The sensation of being pelted with rocks had him shaking his head in confusion.

Looking around, he spotted another golden dragon and two reds looking at him.

He snarled at them.

"Well it's about fucking time you decided to join us."

He narrowed his eyes at the red with the crown of horns. The red grinned.

Somehow, he felt he should recognize this particular dragon, but the memory eluded him.

"Alpha 7. You were chasing me in Alpha 7 because I think I was kissing your girlfriend and it pissed you off," the red told him.

The memory came to surface, but faded. He saw himself trying to strangle a green-eyed man with blood-red hair. He'd wanted to kill the...

"You bastard," he finally said remembering some of it.

"You never let your beast out so it doesn't recognize anyone. You're name is Zak. Zachariel Wilder. I'm called Remien Fyre when I'm in human form. We're called Alpha Angels which really doesn't mean anything in particular, except that most humanoids are scared shitless of us."

"Zak?" He shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the red dragon and the others. "I am a dragon. If humanoids fear me it is because they should."

A puff of fire escaped his maw when he spat out the word should.

"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but right now we're up shit's creek," the red continued.

"What are you talking about?"

This time the golden dragon on the other side of the dungeon spoke. "We are prisoners of a mad sorcerer. He's going to sacrifice us along with others to bring out a powerful entity from the realm of reflections."

He frowned at them. "Prisoners? How did you all get caught and made into prisoners?"

"We were tricked," the red dragon said pointing at himself and the other red, who just bobbed his head up and down, wide-eyed.

"Fucking Little Red-Riding Hood tricked us," the other red added.

Zak looked at them in confusion. "Little what?"

"She got Anniel too. We have to get out of here, Zak. Except every time one of us shifts back into human form we become tranced and end up chained back in here."

"We shift into human and just stand staring out into oblivion. The devils come back and poke and prod us until we shift back again." The gold spoke now. "There doesn't seem to be any escape."

"How was I brought here?"

The red who called himself Remien Fyre looked sullen. "Alluna brought you in. She played the flute until you walked right to the spot you're standing in now. She kept asking you to talk to her. Asking you if you loved her."

He stared at the red, waiting for him to finish, but the red remained quiet. "Well? Did I talk to her? Did I say anything?"

The red shook his mighty head of horns. "You stared snarling and growling at her and then you seemed to go into a fit. The devils barely had time to throw the collar over you before you started to shift. It was strange. You looked as if you were fighting with yourself. You writhed and rolled around until we all thought you'd attack us as well." The red snorted. "That was the most violent shift I've ever seen. You really need practice."

Zak snapped his teeth at the irritating red. The annoying dragon only snickered and leaned back to sit on his haunches like a dog, his tail tapping happily behind him.

He looked around. They were in an underground chamber. The scent of dampness and dirt assailed his nostrils. The chamber was circular and a row of columns formed another circle before them. Squinting his eyes in the gloom, he made out the shapes of other humans bound to the columns. Had he been chained to the columns as well he could have broken free.

"Who are they?" he asked pointing his snout in the direction of the other captives.

The red sighed wistfully. "They are our friends."

Just then, a woman dressed in purple robes strode in with a group of devils trailing behind her. They pulled a cage that contained a dark-haired man within. He hissed and growled at him like a beast.

"Drakken. How did they find him?" The other gold gasped.

"If you don't behave, we'll kill the girl," the human in purple robes said. The voice was deep, masculine, and Zak realized that this was no woman.

The devils opened the cage and they ordered the vampire to go to one of the columns.

"Don't hurt her. Please. Let her go. Do with me as you wish. I'm a Master Guardian... an archangel. I've been given a divine sword. You don't need another vampire for your ritual. Besides, she isn't fully vampire. She's pregnant. Female vampires cannot become pregnant. The virus doesn't allow to body to become pregnant."

"Shut up, Drakken," the sorcerer snapped once the vampire was chained to a column. The silver cuffs hissed against his skin and a little smoke billowed up around his hands. "Only one of you needs to die. If it's so important then we can allow her to live if you want to give up your life for hers."

He nodded a few drops of blood rolling down his cheeks from his eyes. "Yes, please. Take me instead. Let her live."

The sorcerer laughed and turned to signal to the devils. Another human was brought into the dungeon room. Her hands were bound and her obsidian eyes vacant as she docilely followed a blue devil. Black curls fell in a gleam of gloss down her back and her belly was swollen. The girl was very pregnant.

Next to him, the red with the crown of horns roared in rage. His body burst into flame as he began to tug and pull at the chain around his throat. His wings flapped and talons ripped at the stones of the floor. He wouldn't break the chain, but he would most likely break the dungeon apart and release the hook embedded into the ground holding him... if he didn't burn the entire place around their heads first.

It seemed like a good idea. The others seemed to think the same thing. All four dragons began tearing at the ground around them. He used his wings to try to fly as his now bloodied talons ripped stones from the floor.

Devils jumped on him, nipping at his solid scales. Some went for his throat and a few managed to sink their teeth in.

He roared, and spewed fire, but then remembered the ones the red had said were their friends and stopped. He didn't want to roast any friends he might have.

***

Alluna felt as if she'd walked into hell. Devils screeched and launched themselves at the enraged dragons. Her heart almost stopped. One of the reds dripped blood and fire. He was more ballistic than the others, and it was no wonder.

Rowie stood amidst the melee of devils, fire, and gore, unblinking. Mama had bespelled her.

The dragons were setting themselves loose and mama had fled in panic. The devils still tried to stop them. Their intentions to stop meant killing them. Most attacked the red she thought to be Remien, but some were tearing into Zak's throat as well.

Alluna ran to Rowie and tried a counter spell to gain the girl's attention. The only thing she managed was to bring Rowie under her own power.

The ground shook under her feet. She turned her head to see the devils taking Remien Fyre to the ground.

They were killing him, yet he still fought.

"No," Alluna screamed when she saw Zak go down too. The other gold had freed himself and was biting devils off Zak. They also began to swarm over him.

Alluna turned and lifted her hands. Her anger burned like a living thing within her. She gathered it and sent it out, focusing on the devils. Fire engulfed everything before her. When it vanished, she saw Remi lying on the ground in human form, trying to get to his feet.

Alluna ran to him, looking over her shoulder at Zak who was still in dragon form. He appeared to be fine, just shaking his head and sneezing. It was most likely the cloud of ash left over from the devils.

"Are you okay?" Alluna asked brushing back Remi's mop of red hair from his face. He looked befuddled but didn't have any cuts on him. She was sure the devils had shredded him to pieces, but the only marks he had were his tattoos and piercings.

"W-what the fuck happened?" he said in a slurred voice, blinking unfocused eyes at her.




The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 21



So here it finally is. The last chapter and epilogue to the witch and the dragon. It took me a month to finally get it out, but I had a bunch of stuff going on and it just got really difficult to write. I really appreciate those who took the time to vote and comment. Hope that this, the last chapter, motivates everyone who hasn't commented before to do so now because after this I'll be doing the final edits based on comments and then, I'll put the book out for publication. Of course there'll be changes, stuff added, stuff taken out. I'd never publish a book and expect someone to pay for something they can get for free. I'll do my best to make purchasing it worthwhile. I while take a few months to dedicate to my family (resentment over my writing is bumming me out) but I will be back with Ashriel's and Anniel's story maybe by the beginning of the year. I was also thinking of starting a new project exclusively for Lit, so if anyone has any suggestions on a theme, I'd love to hear it from you. Until next time-love you all. Enjoy The Witch and the Dragon's last chapter.

Chapter Twenty-One

Alluna snuggled closer to the warmth enveloping her.

"Remi, s-stop, oh. God."

The sounds of a female groaning roused Alluna from her deep slumber. Where was she? What happened?

A deep, purring growl echoed around Alluna followed by a deeper rumble against her body.

Alluna opened her eyes as a sharp cry pierced the air.

Her hair clung to her face and body, as well as the flimsy clothing she wore. She lay between the golden dragon's forepaws and the rest of his enormous body was curled protectively around her. It was then she remembered... the jagged dragon's teeth closing around her. Zak had tossed her into his maw midflight.

"Oh," she gasped struggling to sit up.

When she stirred, he lifted his head and stared at her with glowing sapphire-blue eyes. Another purring growl rumbled through him. He was enormous as a dragon, his scales bright like polished gold. His snout was smooth and rounded and the ridge of bone over his eyes pronounced, hooding the jewels of his eyes. Two long horns rose from his head and rows of spikes rode his neck down his back to the tip of the tail tucked around his body and hers. She was completely surrounded by him. Alluna never felt safer.

She opened her mouth to speak to Zak, but another whimper caught her attention.

Three things registered in Alluna's mind immediately. She was in a cave with Zak and Remi still in dragon form. The sun was starting to set, casting a red glow upon the red dragon, which lay at the mouth of the cave. Remien held Rowie in one claw, and with his other claw, he held her legs splayed out as he licked her most intimate of places.

Alluna gasped, her mouth falling open at the sight of Rowie writhing in pleasure at the dragon's lewd attentions.

"Oh, baby," Rowie panted, just before her back bowed and she cried out again.

Remi nuzzled her as she panted. Alluna saw how the other girl's legs trembled in the aftermath of her release.

The sound of someone climbing up to the mouth of the cave drew deep snarls from both dragons.

"God-damn-it, Rem. Have you coaxed Zak back into human form?" It was Seth's voice.

Alluna watched him peer tentatively into the cave. Zak's long golden tail slithered against the front of Remi and with a sharp flick, sent Seth flying back out.

Alluna swallowed a scream before she looked up and glared at Zak. Remi only snickered.

"That wasn't very nice," she spat. Rising up a bit unsteadily to her feet, she began to make her way to the entrance of the cave. "I hope you didn't hurt him."

Exactly how high up were they? Intending to peer out, she lifted a foot to climb over Zak's forepaw. He tried to curve his neck around her to block her from moving forward.

Alluna pushed his head away. "No. I want to see what happened to Seth. And you stop that snickering."

The red dragon winced, clutching Rowie against his throat.

"You have no sense of humor, little human," the red dragon growled out shocking Alluna.

She didn't know they could talk in their beastly form.

"Set me down, Remi," Rowie protested, her bare legs wiggling within his claws. "I can't believe you woke me up that way."

Rowie sounded angry, but Alluna felt worried about Seth. She made her way over Zak's tail and Remi's claws until she came to the edge of the opening.

The wind howled, and the view of the treetops had Alluna gasping. They were in a cave in the side of a mountain. As she neared the edge, she came face to whiskered muzzle with an enormous black and white tiger. He clung to the rock face with giant feline claws.

With a squeak of surprise, she scrambled back. Snarls and growls broke out behind her.

"Oh, stop with all the male posturing," Rowie ordered angrily. "Remi, turn back into human this instant, and you..." Alluna turned to see her pointing into Zak's snarling countenance. Her voice came out very soft now, lulling, soothing, "listen very closely..."

Rowie began to sing, her angelic voice echoing around the cave bringing bumps to Alluna's flesh.

Zak backed away a bit, a soft trilling sound rising from his throat. His scales glowed, as if lit by fire.

Alluna had to shield her eyes from the intense light. She felt the heat slide against her body, intense, almost unbearable and then it just faded.

She turned to see Zak, back in human form, huddled against the cave floor.

Without a second thought, she rushed to him.

His hair spilled all around him. She used her fingers to brush the shimmering gold strands back and watched the play of muscles ripple under his skin as he rose to hands and knees.

"Zak?" she whimpered trying to crawl into his skin when he sat back on his bent legs. He wrapped his arms around her, still looking dazed. "Za—"

His mouth sealed over hers, his arms pulling her tighter against him. Alluna ate at his mouth, he responded by practically trying to crawl inside her tongue first. It was brutal and primal. Their teeth clashed and tongues twined. Her nails pressed against the thick meat of his biceps and shoulders before her fingers lost themselves in the wealth of hair that fell to his ass.

Zak brought them to the floor, barely keeping his weight from crushing her. His thighs shoved hers apart and his hard hot length pressed against her, seeking entrance. Alluna cried out in pleasure and spread her legs wider in wonton invitation.

"Zak," she whimpered nipping his throat. He answered her with a growl.

"Oh-seriously? Give me a fucking break."

The sound of Seth's angry, frustrated voice had Alluna's eyes snapping back open.

She pushed against Zak's chest now and he huffed in agitation, but at least stopped trying to fuck her through her clothes. Not that she was wearing much, just a thin thong barely covered by a skirt of filmy veils. Her top she had no idea where it had gone, but her breasts were bare. Zak was completely naked

The sight of him had her heart lurching and eyes filling with hot tears. With a choked sob, she clutched him to blink at Seth over his shoulder.

Seth ran a hand through his white-blond hair. He was naked too, but the sun shining behind him kept his front in dark shadow.

"I am not going to stay here if you guys are going to fuck all night."

"Fine," Remi answered, "take a hike."

Alluna turned just in time to see Rowie punch Remi in the arm with a glare.

"Ow! What was that for?" Remi looked at her with a pout.

Rowie rolled her eyes. "For being an insensitive idiot."

Zak sighed and straightened further. He looked down at Alluna's body and frowned. "You're all sticky."

"That's because you held her in your mouth and didn't lick her clean after spitting her out," Remi said matter-of-factly.

Next to him, Rowie blushed, her hands going over her rounded belly as her eyes darted around the darkened interior of the cave. "Where are my clothes?"

Remi gave her a blank stare and shrugged. "Beats me."

Rowie made a frustrated sound and wacked him again. "You idiot. I don't want to go back to the village naked."

Remi chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "I'll cover you, baby."

"Stop grabbing my ass. This isn't funny, you hornball."

Zak's hand touching Alluna's hair and face brought her attention back to him. "You need a bath. Seth, is there any water nearby?"

"There's a small river about a quarter of a mile just east of here. If we're going to go there, I suggest leaving right away before it gets too dark. I left Anniel there with Zakreel. She's still a bit out of it from the trance the sorceress had her in."

"Where's my father and Drakken?"

"Drakken?" Rowie gasped. "My father? My father is here?"

Her fingers gripped Remi's arms tightly.

"Yeah. He wanted to kill me when he saw what I did to you," Remi answered splaying his fingers proudly over Rowie's belly. Rowie just gaped up at him, nibbling her lower lip so that her tiny fangs showed.

Alluna burrowed into Zak's arms. "My mama brought him in many moons ago. He'd been blood starved and petrified,'" she told them. Alluna looked sadly at Rowie. "She wanted to use him for a ritual to bring the angel of destruction's other into this realm."

Rowie closed her eyes as her knees gave beneath her.

"Rowie," Remi gasped sweeping her into his arms. "Baby, what is it?"

Rowie only whimpered in his arms.

"It's probably just everything that's happened and the impact of knowing her father's still alive," Zak said. "Let's get them to that river, bathe and set up a bonfire for the night."

"You think starting a fire is a good idea?"

Seth asked. "It's going to draw attention."

Zak scowled. "We're Alpha Angels. We've don't have much to fear."

The silence was heavy between them. Alluna had the sensation they were speaking to each other telepathically.

Seth reached behind his back and pulled a flaming sword from thin air with a nod. "Fine." He said. "No holds barred then. Let's go."

He turned and bound down the side of the mountain.

Remi stepped to the mouth of the cave and looked down. Alluna watched mesmerized as a pair of giant red dragon's wings slipped from the flesh of his back to spread out wide to either side of him. The breeze teased his blood-red locks back. He hugged Rowie tighter against his body and then dropped out of sight.

Zak swept Alluna into his arms and walked to where Remi stood moments before. Alluna's eyes widened at the drop, and she gripped Zak's thick neck tighter as her heart hammered.

His chest expanded with his sigh, making her look at his face. His expression was pensive, almost sad.

"I hated what I was for so long... feared it, Alluna."

Her hand slid around to caress his cheek. He closed his eyes and nuzzled against its warmth.

"Your dragon?" she whispered.

He pressed a kiss in her palm before opening his eyes again.

With the dying rays of the sun lighting his face, she had to remember to breathe. His eyes looked so blue—deep, fiery, hypnotic. His thick hair was like rippling gold around his face, the setting sun turning it molten. He looked like an angel, too beautiful to be real.

He closed his eyes with a hiss of pain, his back jerking. Wings emerged from his back to open a few feet to either side of him. The shimmering gold caught the rays of the sun and she had to close her eyes from the intense glare.

"Yes. My dragon." He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Now there's something I fear more, and that's losing you."





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 21



"Good girl," he whispered brushing his lips over hers. He tossed her veiled skirt over one shoulder and slipped her thong over his wrist just before swinging her up into his arms. "We'll hang these close to the fire to dry."

He strode back to where the others were gathered. Seth was scooping out soil for the fire pit and the girls gathered kindling.

Zak set Alluna upon a smooth stone near where the fire was to be built.

"Shouldn't I help?" she asked gazing up at him from beneath her long dark lashes.

Zak preferred to have her sit still where he could keep an eye on her and know she was safe...but...

"Do you want to help?"

"Of course," she clutched her fingers together. "I'd like to be useful too."

Zak smiled, letting his eyes trail down her ripe little curves, all bare and golden brown. He knelt in front of her, grasping her hands to bring them to his lips. "Promise me you'll stay near the girls."

Her lips quirked in a small smile, her amber eyes going over his face, his hair. "I promise," she whispered.

He didn't want to walk away from her, but she was hungry, and he needed to help Remi catch something for them for dinner.

He gave her one last kiss over her knuckles, loving the way she drew in her breath before letting it out in a dreamy sigh.

Zak stood, his grin growing broader at her obvious attraction to him. Her eyes lowered taking in every inch of his body. Squaring his shoulders, he walked back to the edge of the river, shaking his long, wet hair so that it brushed his ass. When he peeked back at her over his shoulder, she was licking her lips wide-eyed. Zak bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from laughing. She was so precious.

Several hours later, they sat around the fire. Zak had pulled Alluna to sit between his legs, with her back resting against his chest. She'd fed from his fingers and he could see her trying not to nod off into sleep. He leaned back and coaxed her to curl up against his chest. After a few minutes, he felt her body go lax and her breathing deep and even.

He looked up in time to see Lucien and Eriel come through the trees. A small waif-like girl clung to Lucien and the bastard looked extremely pleased with himself.

"What gives?" Remi asked before Zak could utter a word.

Eriel plopped down between Seth and Zak. "We found her in a tower room."

Zak's eyes narrowed when Lucien sat close to Eriel. He pulled the girl into his lap and she snuggled like a shivering frightened pup. Lucien's red devil's wings opened slightly to cocoon around them a bit. His fingers caressed the girl's raven hair. Her eyes were huge and bluish green. She looked like a little doll.

"Lucien," Zak began.

Lucien's arms circled the small female and he lifted his pale eyes to glare at Zak.

"She's mine," he whispered.

"You're out of your fucking mind," Zak hissed.

Lucien's arms tightened around the girl. She burrowed closer regardless, hiding her face against Lucien's chest.

"So you're planning on taking her back to hell?" Remi spat.

Lucien shook his head. "I escaped."

"They'll find you, Luke," Seth said now. "They'll drag you back."

Lucien swallowed, his shoulders hunched over the girl he held. Zak's heart squeezed a bit at the terror he saw in the man's eyes.

"If I stay close to Erie they wouldn't dare bother me."

Eriel grinned.

Remi scoffed. "So you plan on forming a threesome with the reaper?"

Lucien looked at Eriel, who'd turned to bat his lashes at him. Lucien frowned. "She's for me only."

"What about you?" Eriel chuckled waggling his brows.

Lucien went pale and leaned back from the reaper. "If you touch me I'll..."

Eriel's brow rose. "You'll what? Kill me? Then who'll keep the demons at bay?"

"He can come back home," Anniel blurted. "We have an entire level of reapers onboard."

"That's right," Rowie added with an excited grin. "He can stay with them. They'll protect Luke."

Zak watched the girls move over to their ex-second in command. He still couldn't bring himself to trust him so easily.

"You have to renounce the demon sword," Remi said.

Lucien frowned at him. "Renounce."

Remi's brows drew closer together in a scowl. "You're fallen. You belong to them. You have to renounce Lucifer's sword and take your divine sword."

Lucien barked out a scornful laugh. "Divine sword? Right." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Why not?" Zak questioned.

Lucien's eyes narrowed. "Because my fucking Dominatio never lifted a finger to help me all the years of..." Lucien closed his eyes with a shudder. When he opened his eyes again, they looked icier than ever. "Never."

"But, Luke," Anniel argued, "Remi's right. You have to walk in the path of light. You should be an archangel—"

Lucien turned his head into the girl's hair. "It's too late for all that. I just want to be left the fuck alone, by God and Lucifer."

Zak shook his head regretfully. "You have to pick—"

"I pick me," Lucien snapped, his devil's fangs glinting in the firelight. The glow in his eyes intensified. "I serve myself."

Zak pressed his lips together. Things would not end well with Lucien. And now, he was selfishly dragging an innocent with him.





The Witch and the Dragon Ch. 21



Stifling a whimper, she ran from the room and out into the corridor.

Two doors down was Remi and Rowie's quarters. Alluna knocked tentatively and walked in when the round door rolled open.

Rowie stepped out of the bedroom area followed by Remi.

"Are you alright?" Rowie asked her tying the satin belt to her black robe under her breasts.

"No," Alluna wept.

Remi gathered her in his arms and brought her to sit between him and Rowie on their couch.

"What gives, Luna? Why are you crying?" Remi demanded. "Did that asshole do or say something mean to you? Do you want me to kick his ass?"

Alluna gasped, "No. Of course not."

"Good," Remi chuckled, "Because he'd probably pound me into a little red pulp."

Rowie giggled, "Bonehead. Seriously, Luna, what's wrong?"

"Why did he try to leave me alone last night? He probably doesn't feel anything for me and... I don't want him to stay with me if he doesn't." Her voice became choked with tears again. "But, please, tell me how to win his heart. How can I win his heart?"

Rowie looked at Remi, and then back at Alluna. "Zak has always been a dominant male, but he has a soft heart. He can't help but want to take care of everyone around him."

"He needs to be needed. He likes to feel like he's the ultimate protector and caregiver." Remi added. "In the past, he had quite a few submissives, but after all the fun and games were over, they always left. It got to a point where he would never bring just one back home with him. He always had a horde of females, five or ten. It was easier for him. He didn't have to harbor any hopes that someone would need or want him enough to actually stay."

"Zak wants to be loved and needed. It's what he needs." Rowie said patting her hand.

"But I do want and need him," Alluna argued.

Remi sighed. "He's got it in his head that you need to spread your wings and be your own person for a while."

Rowie gripped and held her hand. "Luna, you were locked away in that tower for so long."

Alluna snatched her hand away angrily. "Yes. Alone. I was alone. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want Zak. I want to sleep and wake up in his arms. I want to feel like someone cares for me and that's what Zak does for me. I don't want him to stop."

Rowie frowned. "Oh, honey, but he's so pig-headed."

"Yeah," Remi sighed. "He might have relented last night, but I'm pretty sure he's going to try to convince you to do your own thing for a while."

Alluna stomped her foot. "But I don't want that. I want him."

Remi grinned. "Maybe you need to show him that you need guidance... a firm hand to keep you in line."

Alluna blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

Remi glanced over at Rowie. "Babe, you don't mind if Luna and I have a private chat?"

Rowie pursed her lips. After much deliberation, "no way, Fyre. God knows what you're going to suggest to her and I don't want Zak to kill you afterwards."

Remi rolled his eyes. "Fine. But don't interrupt me."

Rowie snorted.

Remi turned Alluna's face back to him. "It's very simple, little Luna. Just be a big brat."

"Brat?"

Remi grinned again. "A big, crazy, spoiled brat. He won't have any choice but to keep you under his thumb for your own good."

"And this will help me win his heart."

Rowie sighed. "Luna, honey, Zak loves you. If he didn't he wouldn't have out of his way to confront your father for you."





The Witch And The Inquisitor



You awaken fitfully, your mind fuzzy. You feel like the morning after an all-nighter, but you know you didn't have that much to drink last night. Biting your lip, you try to remember.... 

Images swim back into view, slowly. You remember the gray-haired man at the bar... you remember drinking a LOT of rum... and after that - nothing. 

Your shoulders are aching, so you stretch out your arms - and your hands encounter a rough concrete wall. You open your eyes for the first time and find that you are manacled to this same wall, the chains somehow attached to a large iron ring embedded in the wall. 

Immediately the last of the stupor flees, replaced by stark terror. What the hell is this place? Your heart pounds painfully in your chest and you tug on the manacles, looking for a weakness. There is none, and for several moments there is nothing but panic. You scream for help until your throat is raw. Only the fact that the manacles are lined with something soft keeps you from scraping your wrists bloody. 

When rationality returns, you examine your prison. The light is dim, coming from low-wattage bulbs sunk into the ceiling every six feet or so. The room is perhaps twice the size of a two-car garage, and as your eyes become accustomed to the dimness, your breath catches in your throat. There's something that looks like the upper half of a pair of stocks, attached to the top of a post, six feet or more tall... and good God, is that a RACK? As your eyes rove the room, you see more and more strange-looking devices, and it's the ones you DON'T recognize that frighten you the most. What the hell have you gotten yourself into? Is the gray-haired man behind this? Hell, you were going to go home with him anyway - he didn't need to drug you for that. 

Belatedly, perhaps because your mind is still catching up, you realize that you're now wearing some kind of one-piece garment with a wide neck and a hem that ends at mid-thigh, and you're naked underneath. That, at least, is no big surprise; it's not like you were wearing underwear before, at the bar. Your mind whirls, panic taking over again.... 

"Good morning." 

You didn't seen him come in. Suddenly he was just there, and - oh God, this doesn't look good. 

The figure that now approaches wears a robe with wide bell sleeves, made of some shiny black material. There's a rope belt cinched tight at the waist. On his head is an all-concealing executioner's hood made of the same fabric. But what mainly disturbs you is the nasty-looking cat-of-nine-tails in his right hand. 

He moves confidently to the wall next to you as if he knows you're too afraid of him to resist. With one hand he takes the chain to your manacles, giving them some slack; the other is invisible behind the sleeve. You hear a snipping sound and feel that at last you are free. 

But the masked man still grips your chain and he uses it to drag you to the stocks-looking thing. 

He forces your neck and wrists into the yoke, then closes it and drops a bicycle lock into the hasp. 

"This is called a pillory," he says conversationally. "Are you familiar with the term?" 

Your mouth is dry as you mouth the word, no. 

"The pillory, like the stocks, was designed to punish by public humiliation. Those placed in the pillory were forced to stand, sometimes for days, to face whatever the mob chose to do to them. The least of it was verbal insults. Sometimes they threw rotten vegetables. Sometimes they threw stones. Sometimes people sentenced merely to public exposure died from what the public did to them while they were confined. And the pillory served one other purpose as well." 

The man in black unfurls the full length of the lashes. "It made an ideal whipping post." 

He walks behind you and you feel your single garment pushed up above your waist, baring your buttocks to the lashes. 

"I won't mark you this time," he says in the same conversational tone. "This is just to warm your blood for the main event." 

For a moment there is complete silence, punctuated by the thudding of your heart in your ears. Then the lashes sing through the air and crack across your buttocks. Your back arches and you scream. Again the whistle of the lashes; again the pain; again the scream, and the hooded man is apparently tireless. Over and over and over again.... 

When the whipping ceases, there are no screams left, only hoarse ragged sobs. The lashes never touched any part of you but your buttocks, but they touched them a LOT, and you're sure they could glow in the dark by now. Still, despite the pain, you can feel that no actual damage has been done. Once the redness fades, there won't be a single mark. 

The masked man blindfolds you, then frees you from the pillory, only to handcuff your wrists behind your back so you're as helpless as before. 

"We're going to play a little game now," he whispers. "You are the witch; I am the Inquisitor." 

With that, and without any warning, he rips your only garment from you. It comes away so easily you realize it must be breakaway. Without a word, he affixes what feels like a crocodile clip to your left nipple. The pain is exquisite, and then he does the same to the right nipple. This time you scream. 

He removes your blindfold. The hooded man is naked now save for the hood, and the nipple clamps are connected by a chain. The pale gray eyes behind the hood, which looked so kind at the bar, are cold, glittering, fanatical... mad. 

"On your knees, witch." Another scream rips from your throat as, using the chain, he forces you to your knees. His arousal is evident, and you know what he wants. 

"Open your mouth." 

Your mind spins with half a thousand plans, all quashed by sordid reality. He knows this place; you don't. Even if you could escape, where could you go, naked, not even sure where you are? And if he caught you again... you think of the devices you've seen and a shudder ripples up your spine. 

In the end, your survival sense prevails, and you open your mouth. It's nothing I haven't done before, and nothing I won't do again, you tell yourself. He enters your mouth slowly, almost gently, and you treat him as you would any other lover, caressing, teasing, taking him deep, all the things you know how to do so well. Truth to say, even though your nipples ache and your buttocks burn till it feels like Three Mile Island, there's something oddly arousing about this whole situation. To be taken roughly by someone who neither knows you nor cares for your satisfaction... you're startled to realize how wet this has made you, and you continue to work toward his climax, your fear almost buried in lust. 

It seems like hours later, and you're thinking, My God, how long can this guy last? and then the end comes. With a cry that makes him seem more human than he has since the bar, he jerks out of your mouth, but not before you've tasted the result of your efforts. The proof is in your mouth, on your forehead, in your hair, and on your lips, cheeks and chin. 

The eyes behind the hood are normal again, and the masked man helps you to your feet. This time he doesn't use the chain, even though your knees are groaning in protest from kneeling so long. 

"Such an effort requires a reward," he says gently. "Come with me." 

You follow him until it becomes evident that he's leading you to the rack, then you dig in, dragging your feet, only delaying the inevitable. Your hands are still locked behind your back. and he has all the leverage he needs. 

He forces you down upon the rack, first forcing your ankles into the shackles, then quickly removing the handcuffs and shackling your wrists. 

Now you're helpless as never before, naked, shackled to the rack spread-eagle, and your adrenalin level soars until you're dizzy. You know what this hideous machine can do. 

The hooded man kneels at the foot of the rack, doing something underneath, and suddenly the lower end folds down like a drop-leaf table, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. 

"I mentioned a reward, did I not?" he murmurs. The hood is removed and it is, as you suspected, the gray-haired man from the bar. He stands and comes over to the rack by your side. He removes the nipple clamps gently, sets them aside. His eyes drink in your nakedness and his hands are surprisingly gentle now as he runs his hands up the sides of your breasts, his thumbs circling your maltreated nipples. He pinches one gently, and a moan half of pain, half of lust escapes your throat. His lips fasten onto the other - so gently compared to before! - and his tongue reaches out to caress it lingeringly, gently, his fingers moving lower, seeking out your center, probing. You're so wet his finger enters easily and a second finger soon joins the first. Your moans are wholly lust now, almost growls as his lips and fingers and tongue tease you, while you can do nothing, confined by the shackles at your wrists and ankles. 

His lips and tongue are working their way down your body, leaving a trail of liquid fire in their wake. Somehow the torture broke down inhibitions you didn't know you still had and screams of pain and fear have become screams of lust and passion. The fingers inside you are suddenly replaced by a hard, stiff, darting tongue and you feel yourself building up to a major explosion. Gentle but ravenous, he attacks your pussy with his mouth, his tongue lashing at you like the whip lashed at you before. Ripples of pure pleasure run through you, centered on his tongue and what it's doing to you. He seems to be in no rush, working you higher and higher with fingers and lips and tongue, exploring your every intimate place. Your skin feels so hot you think you could ignite; you can no longer hear your own inarticulate sounds; and suddenly you're THERE, and you S-C-R-E-A-M; but it's not over, and he continues to pleasure you and another climax explodes throughout your body, making you light headed, and then yet another before the aftershocks die down to tremors, and the tremors to ripples, and finally you come back to yourself, feeling so relaxed you're practically boneless. 

There's a clanking sound from the foot of the rack and your ankles are released. He rises and unshackles your wrists as well. You should rise and run, naked or no, but you have neither the energy nor the desire. He lies beside you on the rack, moving your body to the right side, cradling you loosely in his arms, smiling. "You forgot to be afraid," he says in almost a whisper. You stretch languorously, amazed - because it's true. 

* * * * *

You awaken with a sore back from sleeping all night on the rack. Your ass feels sore from the whipping and your nipples are more pleasantly sore. You get up, noticing that the Inquisitor is nowhere to be seen. Unconfined for the first time since you came here, you roam around your "prison". There are various nasty-looking devices, the purposes of which you can't even begin to guess, laid out on a plain rough workbench. Among them you see the nipple clamps from the day before. On a sudden whim, you attach them to your nipples. 

The pain is immediate and electrifying. You bite back a scream and quickly take them off again. 

"Too close to the tip." 

You blink. The Inquisitor is somehow back in the room, back in his uniform of robe and hood, with the cat-of-nine-tails again in his hand. 

"The closer to the tip of the nipple, the greater the pain. The closer to the breast - here, let me show you." 

He picks up the clamps and affixes one to the base of your right nipple, the other to the left. You make no effort to stop him. 

He's right. It's still painful, but much less so than before. He watches your face closely before removing the clamps and putting them back on the table. 

"When can I go back home?" 

He cocks his head to the side. "What, my dear? On the eve, perhaps, of salvation - and you wish to leave?" 

You have no idea how to reply to that, so you remain silent. 

He stares at your nakedness, seemingly lost in thought. "The Inquisitors of old would have clipped the nipple off completely, believing as they did, that having fornicated with the Devil, your milk would be transformed into some kind of venom. The thought that your breasts could give or receive pleasure would not have occurred to them. They understood pain well enough, but pleasure was a mystery they could not solve." 

He turns back to you, his eyes focusing again. 

"Go to the pillory." 

Your jaw almost drops in shock. His voice has lost every semblance of gentleness, seeming more the voice of a robot than a man. 

You try to talk to him. "You don't have to do this anymore. I'll do anything you want." 

"Yes, you will. Now walk to the pillory." 

Still you stand there, numb with shock, your heart beginning to thud painfully against your ribs. With a touch of asperity, the Inquisitor speaks again. 

"There are a great many places I can use this whip, some more painful than others. Will you go to the pillory?" 

You snap out of it, and breaking free of the spell, you obediently walk to the pillory. He opens the yoke and you position yourself. Then he fastens the yoke as before and steps behind you. 

Your voices trembles with fear of the coming pain. "Why are you doing this?" 

There is a terrible smile evident in the sound of his voice. "Because I want to." 

Then the lashes whistle and crack against your already-tender buttocks. You writhe - you cry - you scream! - but the man in black never falters, his arm rising and falling like the arm of an automaton, each blow descending precisely upon the same spot as before. Your ass is so tender, you're sure it must be ripped and bleeding, and still the masked man lashes you. The whipping lasts half again as long as yesterday's and when it finally ends, you're shaking like a leaf, your face - still glazed in spots from his release - sodden with tears. If the pillory wasn't holding you upright, you would fall on your face. 

After a time, the hooded man releases you from the pillory. He expertly handcuffs your wrists behind your back - you have no will to resist - and leads you once again to the rack. Once again he shackles your ankles, then, after removing the handcuffs, your wrists. He turns the wheel on the hellish machine - only one or two notches - and your bonds snap taut. 

Your buttocks are a flaming agony against the rough wood of the rack. The hooded man studies your nakedness dispassionately. He reaches into a pocket you hadn't seen before and removes the nipple clips. Almost as an afterthought, he attaches them to your nipples, about halfway to the tip. 

You thought there could be no pain greater than you had already experienced. You were wrong. The pain in your buttock melds with the pain in your nipples to become a whole much worse than the sum of its parts. 

The Inquisitor sits down upon the rack, leaning over to loom over you. 

"What will you do to avoid the pain to come, witch? Your shoulders must already be feeling the strain. Another turn, perhaps two, and discomfort will turn to pain; another turn and it will become agony; and each turn thereafter will make you ache to die. Your skin will stretch and tear, your joints will pop from their sockets, and still the pain will grow." He looks you full in the eyes, the coldness in his pale gray gaze shriveling your soul. "What will you do to be spared all that?" 

"Anything," you babble frantically, terrorized beyond reason. "You can do anything you want to me. I'll suck you off again - you can fuck me, any way you want - just please don't hurt me any more!" 

The cold eyes seem to consider this. "I can do anything I want?" 

"Yes! Yes, God, yes! Anything but the rack!" 

"Are you sure you mean that?" 

"YES!" 

The cold eyes bore into yours. "Would you let me whip you again?" 

Your heart flip-flops crazily, and the bottom seems to have fallen out of your stomach. Your eyes are stretched wide with terror. 

"Witch?" 

Your tongue doesn't seem to want to move, your mouth is dry as if stuffed with cotton. He negligently moves one nipple clip a bit higher and your voice explodes in a wrenching scream that ends in racking sobs. 

"Well?" 

You can barely speak, but you know what you have to say. 

"Yes." 

Immediately the hooded man loosens the rack. He removes the clamps from your nipples, then busies himself releasing you from the shackles. 

"Don't move." 

You obey, too ravaged by pain and fear to even think of escape. You shiver. You know what this man is capable of. 

He returns with a glass of water, and you gratefully take it, the cool liquid soothing the parched dryness of your throat. You push up on your elbows, wanting to just get it over with, but he pushes you back down. 

"No. Stay there." 

A second later, his robe pools around his feet, and you realize the whipping is only part of the price you will pay for having escaped the supreme agony of the rack. You reach up to stroke him, and after a few tentative caresses, he pushes your hand away. "No. Just raise your knees." 

You obey, exposing yourself fully to his gaze. 

"Touch yourself." 

"Wh-what?" 

"Pleasure yourself. I want to watch." 

Running your hands over your breasts, you find to your astonishment that your much-abused nipples are so stiff and hard they feel ready to explode; but it's even more disturbing when you hesitantly probe between your folds to find yourself soaking wet! Under the cold-eyed gaze of the Inquisitor, you begin to caress yourself more intimately, amazed that you could be finding pleasure under his gaze, amazed that your pleasure centers work at all after so much pain. Incredibly, you can feel yourself mounting to climax, knowing that just a few more touches, and you'll go off like a rocket, and then the masked man says 

"Stop." 

Poised on the knife edge of orgasm, it's agony to take your fingers away, but you do it. He kneels over you and with one thrust slides deep inside you. 

Your orgasm is shattering. 

But it doesn't end because the Inquisitor hasn't stopped fucking you, and one orgasm after another rips through you, making you scream with pleasure and pain and terror mixed. It goes on and on, the hooded man taking his time, and you groan as he pulls out of you. 

"Turn over. Get on your knees." 

Feverish, blind with lust, you obey, and once again he penetrates to your depths in a single stroke. Your voice is harsh, ragged, urging him on. He grasps your hips and slams deep inside you, over and over and over again, and you come so intensely it's strangely like pain. Another scream rips from your mouth as this orgasm makes the previous ones seem like foreplay, and it goes on and on and on and on.... 

When it's over, the Inquisitor is still deep inside you, still hard as stone, but he's stopped thrusting. As you gasp for breath, dizzy from lack of oxygen, he quickly pulls out of you and slides slowly but inexorably into your ass. Your own juices ease his passage, and before long, the whole length of him is buried inside you. 

And incredibly, even this is arousing. You shriek with pleasure you've never known you could be capable of as he rocks back and forth inside you. You're biting your lip, trying to hold back a scream, then he reaches between your legs. Just one finger - just barely brushing your clit - but it's enough to set you off again and you scream again and again and again as he explodes inside you. 

It takes a long time for your heart rate to return to normal. When you can breathe normally again and your eyes can focus, the gray-haired man is standing over you, unmasked, smiling. And then it hits you. 

"You were never going to use the rack on me, were you?" 

"No. I never was." 

"Then why -?" 





The Witch And The Inquisitor



"Do you really need to ask that?" The gray eyes are warm and kind again. "Very well, I'll explain." 

He sits down on the rack. "I had to frighten you - really frighten you - because fear produces adrenaline. Adrenaline makes your body exquisitely sensitive. Sex on an adrenaline high? Nothing like it, is there?" 

You shudder as an aftershock ripples from your pussy to explode in your brain. 

"So you tortured me so I could experience really fantastic sex." 

"Torture? What torture? I spanked you. I put nipple clamps on you. People do it to gain sexual satisfaction all the time." 

"You have to be kidding! My ass is so shredded, I won't be able to sit down for a week." 

"Your ass is fine. A most fetching color of bright red, but quite intact." 

"You put me on the rack!" 

"And I used it to frighten you. I did you no real, lasting harm. Tonight I'll take you back to your car and you can go home. There'll be nothing left of this episode but our memories." 

"Tonight? What do you plan to do in the meantime?" 

A slow, lazy, sexy-as-hell grin crosses his face as he raises one eyebrow. 

"I'm sure we can think of something...."



The Witch & the Mortal



Slowly she approached him once more leaning in to whisper.." I know what you are thinking...but remember my sweet, my warning....be careful what you wish for...but you wished...and now I am here, and you sweet one..are helpless. I have cast many spells before..but never one like this." 

Slowly..she began to walk around him..her finger nails sliding across his now bare chest..not enough to inflict pain..but she wanted him to feel his fantasy..as she made her way around him..she whispered ..just loud enough for him to hear.

" I cast a spell, and now you are mine, there is no escape, the more you try to fight, the more you will yearn for me, to be near me, to be inside of me. But there is another spell, one of my favorite actually. I cast a spell that calls forth your most hidden desires."

Leaning into his ear..she flicked her tongue across his earlobe..nibbling it for a split second. Her soft voice now almost like a lullaby..but this lullaby..was meant to awaken what lay dormant in the darkest recesses of him mind. "You can fight all you wish to fight my sweet lusty mortal..but the more you fight..the more your lust rises. 

"I know what you want...and I know what you need...your body calls to me..it beckons me to touch and stroke and kiss and lick..it screams for the fulfillment it has never quite found. Your body is not your body until I say it is..your mind..can only think of fulfilling your desires..your mouth..can only speak your true desires..and when I ask you a question..you will only be able to answer with the truth. "

She was standing in front of him once more..taking her hands in his..she pulled him towards her...leading him further into the darkness..further into what he thought was a dream..but was it? Perhaps:.

The darkness enveloped them completely until he realized that they were deep within the earth, the rich smell, the coolness was soo enviting...they came to a stop at a small cave like entrance..she smiled sweetly and looked at him. the smile was all it took, she turned her back to him and walked into the small earthen room. 

The room looked as though Mother Earth herself had created it especially for them...the smooth brown walls, the small hot spring pond in the center of the room. The candles began to slowly come to life as the Witch walked knowlingly into the room. In the corner..just beyond the hot pool, was a huge bed of earth..it looked like more of a nest actually, round and deep, soft fur lined the inside..vines of wild roses winding around the outside. 

She faced him once more..and called upon his body to come to her. She took him to the water..and reached out to him...As she touched him..she began to chant...calling upon the Powers that Be...she chanted to him..this time calling upon his eyes to close, and not re open until she bid them too. 

And then he felt it..her soft hands on his chest..her lips on his..teasing and kissing him gently. Her hands slid down his chest..her nails gliding across the exposed skin...lingering for a split second to rake across his hard nipples. 

Lower her hands explored...down across his belly..down lower..to the waist band of his jeans..she ran her fingernails across the flesh..just beneath his jeans..looking downward at the hardness of his raging erection just beneath the cloth. 

She gently released the button..and tooth by tooth, the zipper came down...all the while..kissing him..mingling her tongue with his...leaving his mouth to kiss lower..down his throat..tasteing the salty skin...sliding her tongue down his throat...his chest...encircling each scratched nipple with her tongue..chanting the spell to keep him still..he was strong..he almost moved his arms to grab her once..so she quickly reinforced the charm.

She knew how badly he wanted to fill her..to bury himself inside her and it only excited her more..but first..she would have her way with him..make him feel all that he had denied himself for soo long now...

Her mouth traveled lower...his jeans and boxers now lay in a bunch..slowly she removed them completely. her mouth now kissing his belly button, her hands massaging his thighs...nails scratching the sensitive inner part..her soft lips move lower still..going gently to his hip..kissing and licking..then down his thigh..kissing back up..as her soft hand went to what it wanted most of all. 

the swollen raging erection that stood proudly..awaiting her touch...gently she stroked the length of him..dragging her nails gently up and down his massive erection..and then she withdrew..not touching him at all...but he knew she was there..and then he felt her breath..but not on his face...her parted lips gently hovered over the very tip of him.H

er tongue gently coming out to glide it over the head of his erection.....slowly she lowered her mouth...chanting softly as she covered the head of him with her soft warm mouth.

Fantasies began dancing in his head, of throwing Her to the ground and making violent love to Her, of tearing into Her with that throbbing erection, jamming it so deep inside Her it would make her feel as though She split in half. Sweat continued to slide down his body, it was slick moisture that wreaked of his desire for Her control, it exposed entirely how he felt about Her, how he wanted to be so weak to Her spell.

She could do anything She wished to him -- -- make him her little plaything on a string, to toy with as she pleased, or turn him into her savage lover that would make her feel as helpless as he now did. The feel of her soft wet mouth, her tongue caressing the thick veiny underside, he didn't know how much more he could stand.

As that incantation softly overpowered his body, awakened it even further -- as it has not been awakened perhaps, in this lifetime -- he wanted Her more than ever now. His form felt Her Spell run through it, and tried to react, tried to move forward and claim Her right then and there. But nothing would move....he was utterly paralyzed by Her Powers. 

She was truly showing him now, that She was the Witch he had always fantasized about...that he had craved, and the words, Her words, softly echoed, wickedly in his mind "Be careful what you wish for, sweet mortal."

To be continued....