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Demons WithinShe was squealing but with her face jammed in the hay, it was of no consequence to him. Notes he barely heard.He guided himself towards her fine puckered hole. So excited he was nearly shaking in anticipation. Certain her small frame guaranteed she’d be tight. He pushed parted her cheeks with his palms and positioned himself, so he hooked just in the entrance. He lurched up to align with her and pushed past the tense muscles guarding the opening and well into her narrow back channel. Sinking into the heat which gripped him. Feeling like its warmth was tugging him in further.He moaned in pleasure. Going still, as he savored her heat and tautness. Which were clutching at him beckoning him in further. He strained to touch deeper. Leaning over her, he felt her soft skin under his chest and couldn’t resist flattening out over her. Resting his legs along the back of hers until her small body was entirely covered by his larger one. His swollen belly resting perfectly in the c
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The King's PropertyFrowning, Zier stared at his friend. Shocked that the king would say such a thing aloud.Before his subjects.He’s clearly possessed.Zier cast a startled gaze down at the woman in his arms. What is she?Zierno’s gaze returned to the lustful king. He’s no more Eben now than he was when he yearned for the Kelpie.Zierno’s chest tightened. I’m on dangerous ground.It was obvious from the king’s face that denying him now would constitute a grave act of disobedience.He could have me beheaded.But Zierno could see the darkness in the king’s eyes. The shadows that danced over them, told Zier that he would harm the girl.As surely as the wind blows.Zier envisioned all the women the King kept for his pleasure. Numerous slaves at his whim.Yet, he’s determined to have this one.Zier’s eyes fell from Eben to her.She turned her face to meet his gaze. Her perfect features revealing nothing. Still shivering in his arms, she exuded vulnerability and helplessness.Zier’s need
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Defying the KingHeretic rounded the corner.People leapt from the stallion’s path as his heavy hooves threw up clods of dirt. The guards pulled the king from the destrier’s path and leapt sideways.Spotting Zierno, Heretic lurched to a stop, dirt piling up over his hooves. Rounding to stand next to him.Quickly sheathing his sword Zierno stared at them all challengingly as he smoothly mounted. Keeping their eyes as he tilted to reach for the girl. Offering his hand to her.Without hesitating, she slipped her small, bloodied, hand into his.He pulled her up in-front of him. His arm wrapping her waist, dampening with blood as he held her in the saddle before him.Catching Heretic’s mane, he heeled the mount who lurched forward. Heretic tore through the bailey. People cleared a path for them. Zierno looked past her shoulder to see the pale hand gripping the mane in a white-knuckled fist. She didn’t object, didn’t fight.Clearly in shock.“Stop him! Kill him and bring me the woman!” Eben
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Her Proposal“You’ll have no need to kill me after that.” She urged. “I will be fully returned.”Returned?Zierno stared down at her and wondered if the woman was completely out of her mind.Yes. She is.“Woman what are you talking about?” He demanded in frustration, running his free hand through his hair.She refused to respond further. Clinging to him and staring up as though she could convey some message he wasn’t understanding.Growling in his throat, he caught her by the upper arm and yanked her to her feet. Shaking his head bemusedly as they strode into the woods.“Do whatever you want with me…” He echoed. Shaking his head. “Chain me up. Keep me for forty-seven days, she says.”He looked at her, following him numbly. “You have got to be the most, wild, unstable woman I’ve ever laid eyes on!”They went on foot for awhile. Giving Heretic time to recover from his run.What the devil am I doing? Zier chastised himself. Knowing he was only going to bring all of the Netherlands Knight
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CalledHer body was spasming. Convulsing so much it reminded him of a sickly elder he’d once witnessed have the tremors.But that’s not what this was.He could feel it was something different. Darker.She moved like she was in inescapable pain. Her face contorted in both pain and fear.Zierno slid over on his knees. Putting a hand to her belly to try to calm her.“What’s going on?” He asked urgently. “What are you doing?”She unraveled her legs from beneath her and tossed open the cloak, squirming over the leaves.“Get inside me, Assassin Zierno!” She cried desperately. Her face scrunching in pain.Inside? He eyed her in horror.Inside her? His gaze slid to where he knew the nest of hair guarding her sex would be but couldn’t imagine doing the act while a woman flung herself around as she was.It’d be damn near impossible!And wrong.“Much as that’s a tempting prospect, you look in no condition for that, Woman.” He cautioned. Easing back from her.She caught his arm and yanked him bac
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What We NeedIt took Zierno several more hours to build a makeshift hut. He worked diligently, pulling his tunic off to get more air, he constructed a pitiful shack against a rock face with what materials were available in the woods. Looking over his shoulder he caught the woman watching him unabashedly. Blatant approval on her face.Strange creature.Her unblinking gaze was disconcerting.He’d been scrubbing Heretic with thrushes from the forest floor but saw that the horse was badly in need of at least a blanket against the weather. Knowing it would take him several more days to build a second shack he’d intended to bring Heretic into the small shelter with them that evening but was already seeing they were in desperate need of supplies and he needed to get them before word got out that he was wanted.We can hunker here but not without supplies.“I’m going to have to go get some things.” He murmured. More to himself than to her. But she responded.“You need to go see Lofan.”“The so
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Her NameMost of The Netherlands feared entering Feglen Forest. Legends abounded about this place. Whispers which foretold that dark fey, as well as good, roamed these woods.It was oft believed that both could quickly become dangerous to humans if crossed.One could cut down the wrong tree and piss them off.The fog hung over everything today, reaching over the ground like searching fingers, combined with the overwhelming sense that eyes were everywhere. Sending all his senses into high alert. Which had him jumping at the slightest sounds.Branches creaked and leaves scraped together even when the breeze stopped, like creatures peeled from the bark to peer at Zier as he made his way through their woods.It’s an eerie feeling. He didn’t like it. Not in the least. Imagining that vines along the forest floor might unravel from beneath the leaves to catch Heretic’s feet any moment.He could see why people might believe such things after a morning travel in the fog shrouded forest. Moss c
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Don't Touch It!Zierno was disturbed by Lofan’s hut. But that nervousness abated as he banished thoughts of it from his mind. Refusing to dwell on the odd circumstances.Especially, since he could make no ready sense of them.But as he rode back toward the shack, the fine hairs on his neck began to spike and he shuddered.The energy in the woods had changed.His heart sped minutely, and his instincts were telling him that something wasn’t right in the forest.The urge to get back to the woman was overwhelming. He could nearly hear her shouting for him in his mind.Help me. A rushed whisper that seemed to echo to him from every direction all at once. Echoing as though small creatures were whispering it back to each other. Desperate for him to hear the call.He looked around. Swearing that he saw eyes in the bark of trees nearby, the figure of a creature standing near a shrub, wearing leaves all along its silhouette.Pushing Heretic hard he ran throughout the cool night, weaving Heretic
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