impatience in her voice.
"You are an interesting creature," he said, his voice low with the power of the god within him.
"As are you," she replied. "Do you think yourself the only one with ambition? We are much the same, you and I. We both seek power and know the joy of it."
"Of that I have no doubt, Calexis, though your ambition exceeds your reach. You would be wise to tread carefully with me."
"Or what?" she asked as she leaned back, closing her eyes in quiet defiance. She would not show him fear, no matter how powerful he had become. "Will you kill me? What a boring proposition. It would serve no purpose except to make your life less interesting."
Cerric laughed. This woman was intriguing. He could sense that she feared him, but such feelings as she had were miniscule in comparison to her towering arrogance. The lustful haughtiness of this queen did indeed mirror his own ambitions and he knew she would make an excellent companion to him, so long as she never lost sight of the truth of his power, a force to which she could not even begin to compare. Calexis sighed deeply, as one of her hands slid deep into the water between her thighs.
"If you're not going to kill me, then pleasure me," she told him. "Or did the god take your manhood?"
Cerric laughed deeply then he reached down and grabbed her by the hair on the top of her head. Calexis scrabbled around in the sloshing water, dropping her cup into it as she was dragged from the bath. She hissed and struggled as her wet feet hit the cold, stone floor and slid across its smooth, polished surface toward the bed. She grabbed at his hand trying to stop the pulling at her scalp but his strength was implacable and, a moment later, she was lifted off the floor and thrown onto the vast and luxurious bed. Calexis began to laugh as her wet, naked body hit the cushioned surface. Cerric stared at her for a moment from the edge of the bed then, almost as though he had moved with unnatural speed, he was upon her. She felt the heat of his power radiating from his body as it pressed up against her and she felt his manhood pressing insistently at her through the fabric of his clothing as his face brushed up against hers.
Calexis hissed, her fanged teeth glinting sharply as she reached up and grasped his head, her sharp, pointed fingernails that had become almost clawlike, digging into his scalp. She pulled him toward her with one hand and pressed her full lips against his. With her other hand she tore away his clothes, her nails cutting through fabric and revealing the heat of his flesh. A moment later, he was within her and her body shuddered as the terrifying power that ran through him as it coursed and pulsed within her. Calexis wrapped her legs around him as he thrust himself deep inside her and she reveled in the knowledge that he was hers, and that he was so much more than just a man, or even a king, but she now knew the truth of him and she felt the power of a god.
*****
The whole palace shook and the city of Maramyr felt the rumbling beneath the ground. People in the streets ran for cover, unsure of what was happening, and soldiers readied their weapons, wary of an attack but Dakar ignored the sounds and tremors beneath his feet, for he knew very well what was causing the disturbance. He had stayed behind at the Academy library to look over some of the records that were kept by the librarians and had made a discovery. Someone had altered the ledgers that indicated the locations and of the many books that were housed in the library and it had been done using magic. Dakar was surprised that none of the mage priests had noticed the differences when they had begun removing book of magic from the many shelves, following the wishes of the one god.
There was something that Kroma wanted, and Dakar was determined to find out what the god was searching for. Whatever it was, it was important and probably something powerful, for it had something to do with the third age, which he
"You are an interesting creature," he said, his voice low with the power of the god within him.
"As are you," she replied. "Do you think yourself the only one with ambition? We are much the same, you and I. We both seek power and know the joy of it."
"Of that I have no doubt, Calexis, though your ambition exceeds your reach. You would be wise to tread carefully with me."
"Or what?" she asked as she leaned back, closing her eyes in quiet defiance. She would not show him fear, no matter how powerful he had become. "Will you kill me? What a boring proposition. It would serve no purpose except to make your life less interesting."
Cerric laughed. This woman was intriguing. He could sense that she feared him, but such feelings as she had were miniscule in comparison to her towering arrogance. The lustful haughtiness of this queen did indeed mirror his own ambitions and he knew she would make an excellent companion to him, so long as she never lost sight of the truth of his power, a force to which she could not even begin to compare. Calexis sighed deeply, as one of her hands slid deep into the water between her thighs.
"If you're not going to kill me, then pleasure me," she told him. "Or did the god take your manhood?"
Cerric laughed deeply then he reached down and grabbed her by the hair on the top of her head. Calexis scrabbled around in the sloshing water, dropping her cup into it as she was dragged from the bath. She hissed and struggled as her wet feet hit the cold, stone floor and slid across its smooth, polished surface toward the bed. She grabbed at his hand trying to stop the pulling at her scalp but his strength was implacable and, a moment later, she was lifted off the floor and thrown onto the vast and luxurious bed. Calexis began to laugh as her wet, naked body hit the cushioned surface. Cerric stared at her for a moment from the edge of the bed then, almost as though he had moved with unnatural speed, he was upon her. She felt the heat of his power radiating from his body as it pressed up against her and she felt his manhood pressing insistently at her through the fabric of his clothing as his face brushed up against hers.
Calexis hissed, her fanged teeth glinting sharply as she reached up and grasped his head, her sharp, pointed fingernails that had become almost clawlike, digging into his scalp. She pulled him toward her with one hand and pressed her full lips against his. With her other hand she tore away his clothes, her nails cutting through fabric and revealing the heat of his flesh. A moment later, he was within her and her body shuddered as the terrifying power that ran through him as it coursed and pulsed within her. Calexis wrapped her legs around him as he thrust himself deep inside her and she reveled in the knowledge that he was hers, and that he was so much more than just a man, or even a king, but she now knew the truth of him and she felt the power of a god.
*****
The whole palace shook and the city of Maramyr felt the rumbling beneath the ground. People in the streets ran for cover, unsure of what was happening, and soldiers readied their weapons, wary of an attack but Dakar ignored the sounds and tremors beneath his feet, for he knew very well what was causing the disturbance. He had stayed behind at the Academy library to look over some of the records that were kept by the librarians and had made a discovery. Someone had altered the ledgers that indicated the locations and of the many books that were housed in the library and it had been done using magic. Dakar was surprised that none of the mage priests had noticed the differences when they had begun removing book of magic from the many shelves, following the wishes of the one god.
There was something that Kroma wanted, and Dakar was determined to find out what the god was searching for. Whatever it was, it was important and probably something powerful, for it had something to do with the third age, which he
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