Between the waking world and dreams, there is the Veil.
Pyrrha has only just returned to her home from the mortal realm, and her Champion has already proposed. She sets out to lead him on a seductive chase, but her plans are interrupted by a dark and alluring stranger who knows so much about her. But, she has no memories of him.
Fascinated, Pyrrha is drawn into a scorching affair, which ultimately threatens to tear the nobility of the fire lands, and her heart, in two. But she knows better than anyone that there is no law that can make her choose.
Will Pyrrha be able to reconcile her heart and her duties as the Queen of Vuurzi? Will she be able to keep the peace? When trouble emerges from an unexpected force, will she be able to save her kingdom?
This 54k word fantasy novella is intended for an adult audience.
“Then perhaps you have never known me. The magic of Vuurzi and I have always been one.”
Blinding rage flashes on his face, and is instantly replaced by a cold look of stone.
In another instant he has closed the distance between us and has pushed me back against the cool stone wall of the small antechamber.
He pins me against the wall with his body, the buckle on the belt for his sword jabbing against my stomach. Grabbing my hands with his, he brings them up over my head, holding them their with a grip like iron.
“Don’t say that. It’s insulting.”
“You have no room to accuse me of being insulting.”
“Pyrrha,” he said gruffly, leaning in and pressing his lips against my neck just underneath my ear, “Come back to me.”
I struggle against his grip, straining with all my might to escape his hold, but not willing to unleash the full power of the magic I currently wield against him. Yet.
I can feel the fire burning in my guts and I know at a certain point I won’t be able to stand in it’s way.
He kisses my skin, sending a tingling flash radiating from the spot, then he licked his lips quietly and clenched his teeth around my throat, exactly where he’d kissed me.
The pain of it is a glacial tide that floods over me, driving the heat back, bringing it easily within my control, even if only for a moment.
I let out a long, tortured sigh. When he finally releases me from his bite he whispers against my skin again, letting his breath flutter over my ear.
“Come back to me, lover.”
I struggle again, the fire quickly rushing back to the surface, spreading over my skin and making it so hot I think that I might burn Cinyth where he dares to touch me. It doesn’t seem to deter him for a moment. He transfers my hands so that he can hold both of my wrists in one of his hands and keeps them stretched out above my head, almost far enough to hurt my shoulders.
He kisses me again, grazing my ear with his teeth and flicking his tongue around it’s sensitive curves.
Then his free hand was running down the side of my body, slipping the neck of my gown off of my shoulders and letting it fall down around my waist.
My breasts are exposed to the cool air of the antechamber, and just as exposed to Cinyth’s eager, grasping hand.
My body undulated underneath him, desperate for the hunger of his touch, but still struggling to escape his control. More than a little desperate to throw off the shackles on control altogether. Let the fire burn everything to the ground.
“Don’t fight, my love. Come back to me.”
He opened his palm and skimmed his hand across the skin of my chest. I hear the sound of something sizzling and hear him breathe in sharply. His touch continues without any hesitation. A moment later I smell the acrid scent of burning flesh.
The power is swelling inside me, threatening to overrun my control and destroy me in the process.
Cinyth covers my mouth with his and kisses me roughly, bruising my lips until he parts them with his tongue forcefully.
He drinks in my taste, our mouths mingling and out tongues struggling. After a moment he sucks my tongue into his mouth and bites at it, sending waves of ice over my body and leaving the taste of blood in my mouth.
Gracefully he bent to lick and nip at my nipples, feeling them harden underneath his lips. With his free hand he deftly undid his sword belt, holding it just so to let the sword fall onto the stone floor with a metallic clatter that broke the stillness in the room.
In a moment Cinyth has the belt around my wrists and has looped it around three or four times before tying it off with an expert knot.
Of course. He was a soldier and accustomed to packing and carrying large amounts of gear on different kinds of mounts. His knot tying skills were excellent.
I pulled at the thick leather belt and considered burning through the leather, but the way he was kissing me and touching me felt so good.
When we’d made love inside the palace temple before, it had been satisfying, but he’d treated me so delicately. When I coupled with Reykir it had so much more intensity. Now Cinyth was taking me with more primal lust than anything I’d seen from him anywhere other than the battlefield.
It was hot.
Cinyth’s hands grasped at my breasts, clasping them tight in his hands and then pulling back to pinch roughly at my nipples. He twisted them until I moaned out, pleasure mingling with pain. Fire and ice warring between each other within me.
He moved his mouth and kissed me sensuously across the top of my breasts, letting his lips and tongue explore the soft skin of my chest. Finally he settled on a spot on the top of my ample right breast, and bit down, hard.
The pain rippled through my body with icy force, sending some of the power out of me in a rush, leaving me feeling small and deflated.
I started to curl up, trying to pull my arms down to hide my nakedness. In an instant Cinyth’s hand was on the leather strap on my wrists, pulling my arms up taut so that my back arched to thrust my breasts up at his eager mouth.
While he suckled at my breast he stripped off his sandals and pants then tore open the front of my gown. It fell to the ground at my feet, a dim, charred version of it’s former self. It lay in a heap on the ground and I wanted to follow it. But he held me up, slipping an arm around my waist with his lips still locked around my nipple. He flicked his tongue back and forth on it and it felt for all the world like there was a direct, hot, pulsing link between my nipple and my clitoris. With every flick of his tongue I squirmed in his arms.
Dexterously he lifted me up off my feet, my upper shoulders and head still leaning back on the stone wall, which was quickly warming with the heat from my body.
His other hand slipped down to run across my thighs while his mouth continued to explore my breasts, which were now at the perfect level for it.
The hand on my thighs was quickly wandering over my sex, caressing my lips and teasing at them.
His tongue continued to flick at my nipple, making me squirm and thrust my moistening lips against his fingers.
“That’s right, give in to how good your body can make you feel, beloved.”
Little by little, he let me edge his fingertips between my lips. I thrust up and down against them until they are slick with the juices from my arousal. I moan, starting to thrust, mindlessly enslaved by the wanton heat spreading through my sex.
I thrust up and he angles his finger just so, letting him slip a finger tip into my core. I clench around the feeling of him penetrating me and then I melt completely, my desire rushing out over my thighs and covering his fingers.
He sighs greedily and secures his grip around my waist, pulling me from the wall and tossing me over his shoulder just a bit, sliding his finger all the way inside me as he did.
I moaned and squirmed at the feeling of his finger so completely immersed inside me. He moved within me, sending a shock of sensation rippling through my core and making me writhe even harder in his arms.
He pulled his hand back and then thrust forward with two fingers. Driving them between my slick folds up to his knuckles.
My body rippled with longing. He slid his fingers in and out of my core lazily a few more times before kneeling on the floor and laying me down. He straddled my hips, his erection popping up hard above my belly.
I opened and closed my hands a few times where they were belted above my head. I wanted to touch his cock and slide my hands up and down it’s velvety length. My body ached to feel it inside me, taking me hard.
He drew back and pressed a third finger into my depths. His digits stretched at my sex, opening it wide in preparation for his taut erection.
He leaned forward and kissed me hard, nipping at my lips and pressing his bulging muscles against my womanly frame. I could feel his sex straining between us, pressed tight between our stomachs.
“Come back to me, lover…Let me do terrible things to you.” He whispered, breath hot on my lips before he moved away to ravish my neck with kisses and rough bites.
“You make me feel so good, Cinyth.”
“I know.” he breathes between kisses. “Beg me for it.”
He moved a hand up and dug his fingers deep into my hair, clasping my head firmly and moving his kisses down along the upper curve of my left breast, his teeth grazing my soft skin.
“Please, Cinyth. Make me feel good!”
“Not Cinyth.” He said, nipping hard at my breast just below the nipple. “Sir. Master. Show your submission.”
He drove his fingers deep inside me, flexing them to graze his fingertips against the sensitive spots buried within me.
“Please…” I paused, the words hovering on my lips, burning my mouth with their icy taste. But the fire wanted him, needed him inside me, and drove me to do whatever it would take to have him. So I made my choice.