warrior, but they rose up now, and made him whimper.
He was too old to make such sounds, like a child. And in the 54 / Sharon Page
blackness, he looked around for the demoness. Had she left him for dead?
Slowly, he grew accustomed to the dark. And he saw her, curled up on a shelf of stone, watching him. A robe of dark crimson swathed her, and she stared at him with sorrowful eyes. “I am sorry, Lukos. But your eyes are next.”
He threw up his hands, but a sharp, searing-hot point slammed into his right palm. Instinctively, he pulled his hand away. This time the red-hot poker went into his eye. As he screamed in pain, something grabbed his arms and restrained him. He howled.
He tried to fight. Some monster in the shadows had hold of him. He was raging against the grip, throwing his head wildly.
The pain. God above, the pain—
But despite his wild struggles, the poker drove into his left eye, completely blinding him.
This would kill him.
Unless he was already dead.
Did the dead still feel pain?
He would have cried, but the searing heat had taken away his tear ducts along with his eye.
He smelled her. Over the stench of his own flesh, over the excruciating agony, he knew she had come to his side. She knelt by him. Her hands went around his bare shoulders, and in her sultry voice, she chanted. The soft, lovely sound flowed around him like a vivid light and took away the pain.
“You cannot see him, Lukos. It is not for you to see him until you have completed your apprenticeship.”
He laughed in anger and bitterness. “I’m blinded. I’ll never see.”
“You will. Lukos, he can give you ultimate power. He can easily give you sight.”
“What do you do now? Cut off my cock so I can’t fuck?”
“No.” The demoness’s voice was soft and soothing. “You have endured all that you must for now. I will take you to the BLOOD DEEP / 55
chamber, and you will rest there. Tomorrow, you will begin to learn.”
Learn. With his eyes gouged out? His throat slit? Each breath was a torture, and he was rasping and wheezing like an old man.
He’d run over corpses on the battlefield less wounded than this. “Am I dead?”
“You will be reborn, Lukos.”
She had opened his robe then and had taken hold of his cock. He had lost his eyes; he’d had his throat cut, but somehow she made his organ stand up. She straddled him, took him inside, and rode him. He could feel her slick heat engulfing his cock. He could smell her, smell the ripeness of their joining. He could feel her full buttocks slamming his groin. God, yes . . .
“You’re having sex with me—”
“No, I’m not. You are dreaming this, Lukos.” She slapped him. The sudden jolt of pain made his fantasy disappear. Instead of her creamy juices, he smelled the dankness of wet stone. Instead of warmth and pleasure, he felt sharp rocks beneath his knees.
“Sometimes men go mad from the fear and the pain, Lukos.
They lose themselves in a world of darkly erotic fantasy. They believe they are always having sex, but they are trapped in the fantasy. They starve to death because they no longer know to eat. They are sometimes killed. Those who go among the mortals are killed or committed to asylums. But in their own minds, they are in a world of constant orgy.” Her laugh was wry and cold.
“But you are too strong to seek that kind of escape, Lukos. I would not have chosen to be the one to guide you if I did not believe so.” She took his arm. “Come with me now. For you are soon to be a demon born. And I know that you will be the strongest yet. You will make me proud, Lukos. You will give me the world.”
As she led him, he clung to her, the only thing he could trust in his newly dark world.
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He would have given her anything she asked for. If she’d wanted to cut out his heart, he would have let her.
He could taste the magic through her skin.
Zayan pressed his mouth to the Englishwoman’s delicate hand.
Magic thrummed through
He was too old to make such sounds, like a child. And in the 54 / Sharon Page
blackness, he looked around for the demoness. Had she left him for dead?
Slowly, he grew accustomed to the dark. And he saw her, curled up on a shelf of stone, watching him. A robe of dark crimson swathed her, and she stared at him with sorrowful eyes. “I am sorry, Lukos. But your eyes are next.”
He threw up his hands, but a sharp, searing-hot point slammed into his right palm. Instinctively, he pulled his hand away. This time the red-hot poker went into his eye. As he screamed in pain, something grabbed his arms and restrained him. He howled.
He tried to fight. Some monster in the shadows had hold of him. He was raging against the grip, throwing his head wildly.
The pain. God above, the pain—
But despite his wild struggles, the poker drove into his left eye, completely blinding him.
This would kill him.
Unless he was already dead.
Did the dead still feel pain?
He would have cried, but the searing heat had taken away his tear ducts along with his eye.
He smelled her. Over the stench of his own flesh, over the excruciating agony, he knew she had come to his side. She knelt by him. Her hands went around his bare shoulders, and in her sultry voice, she chanted. The soft, lovely sound flowed around him like a vivid light and took away the pain.
“You cannot see him, Lukos. It is not for you to see him until you have completed your apprenticeship.”
He laughed in anger and bitterness. “I’m blinded. I’ll never see.”
“You will. Lukos, he can give you ultimate power. He can easily give you sight.”
“What do you do now? Cut off my cock so I can’t fuck?”
“No.” The demoness’s voice was soft and soothing. “You have endured all that you must for now. I will take you to the BLOOD DEEP / 55
chamber, and you will rest there. Tomorrow, you will begin to learn.”
Learn. With his eyes gouged out? His throat slit? Each breath was a torture, and he was rasping and wheezing like an old man.
He’d run over corpses on the battlefield less wounded than this. “Am I dead?”
“You will be reborn, Lukos.”
She had opened his robe then and had taken hold of his cock. He had lost his eyes; he’d had his throat cut, but somehow she made his organ stand up. She straddled him, took him inside, and rode him. He could feel her slick heat engulfing his cock. He could smell her, smell the ripeness of their joining. He could feel her full buttocks slamming his groin. God, yes . . .
“You’re having sex with me—”
“No, I’m not. You are dreaming this, Lukos.” She slapped him. The sudden jolt of pain made his fantasy disappear. Instead of her creamy juices, he smelled the dankness of wet stone. Instead of warmth and pleasure, he felt sharp rocks beneath his knees.
“Sometimes men go mad from the fear and the pain, Lukos.
They lose themselves in a world of darkly erotic fantasy. They believe they are always having sex, but they are trapped in the fantasy. They starve to death because they no longer know to eat. They are sometimes killed. Those who go among the mortals are killed or committed to asylums. But in their own minds, they are in a world of constant orgy.” Her laugh was wry and cold.
“But you are too strong to seek that kind of escape, Lukos. I would not have chosen to be the one to guide you if I did not believe so.” She took his arm. “Come with me now. For you are soon to be a demon born. And I know that you will be the strongest yet. You will make me proud, Lukos. You will give me the world.”
As she led him, he clung to her, the only thing he could trust in his newly dark world.
56 / Sharon Page
He would have given her anything she asked for. If she’d wanted to cut out his heart, he would have let her.
He could taste the magic through her skin.
Zayan pressed his mouth to the Englishwoman’s delicate hand.
Magic thrummed through
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