Darkness is descending on the forest, but this is no natural darkness. It’s like an expanding black hole, devouring all light around it. The air is suffocating with a foreboding chill that has my magic flaring in response. My magic is front and centre, ready for my command as I keep Valeria tucked behind me. I need to get her out of here. As I continue to look into the growing darkness I see the smokey outline of moving figures, and soon I can make out five pairs of glowing purple eyes in the distance trained in our direction and I feel my stomach drop to my toes. “When I open the portal, jump through it as fast as you can,” I order her. “What about you?” She asks with concern. “Would you just do as I say?” I whisper yell, frustrated that she won’t just follow a simple instruction. Each precious second she wastes, those figures move closer. “I’m not going anywhere without you, and you can’t fucking make me. What did I tell you about the self-sacrificing bullshit?” She chastises m

I want it on all public records that Manon Laurier is the world’s biggest thundercunt and I promise one of these days I’m putting mercury into her kneecaps. I have vowed a life of peace and helping supernaturals, but she is the exception to the rule. It’s been over a week since the eyti attack and I would love to say that our time together laying low has been blissful, however, it’s been anything but. I used one of Isolde’s burner phones to call her friend Alaric, who was more than happy to come over and heal her. Izzy wasn’t happy I did that, but I didn’t give a shit. She was in pain, and she didn’t have to be. I’m not so abrasive towards Alaric now since he healed the woman I love more than once. He even took care of that bullet wound of hers so now she won’t have a scar, but that’s the extent of the good news I have. A couple days after Alaric’s visit Izzy had a vision that shook her to her core so deeply, that she hasn’t recovered from it yet. Standing in the doorway of her libra

She moves off me and kneels at my side grabbing something from the end of the bed. A second later I hear the sound of vibrating as she spreads my legs apart a little more. I feel the vibrator touch the tip of my spine and send tingles through my body. With one hand she continues to tenderly massage my body while she trails the vibrator down my spine. The lower she gets the wetter I get in anticipation and my breathing becomes shallow. Soon I feel the vibrator trail between my ass cheeks and skim across my entrance making me bite my lip as a slight moan escapes me, but she doesn’t attempt to slide it inside me. Instead, she begins circling it around my clit as she continues to massage my body. My hips rock a fraction of their own accord, and I can’t stop the soft moans that are leaving me. “Just relax and let me make you feel good,” she says in a soothing tone as the vibrator continues to circle my clit sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I don’t want her to stop what she’s d

“IZZY!” Valeria screams, delighting my senses as I lick up her juices while she fists my hair. I look up at my sexy goddess – no disrespect to the Gods – in complete awe. She’s absolutely radiant. Her robe is open exposing her perky breasts as her chest heaves, her face and chest are flushed, and her hair looks wild and untamed. She’s perfect in every way, and I will never tire of seeing her like this. I stand up keeping myself between her legs as I glide my hands up her body taking in every inch of her. “There’s my lunch taken care of,” I smirk. She chuckles, wrapping her legs tight around me and pulling me close by the straps of my nightgown and kissing me deeply. I return her kiss as I take a firm grip of her ass and pull her up against me. “What about my lunch?” She says with a deviant smile between kisses. She trails her lips down my neck and sucks hard on my flesh. I bite back a moan, “You went down on me five times last night, don’t you think your tongue deserves a rest? I

I never thought that I had a soul. I never gave any thought to the notion. But now I know I have a soul because I can feel it being ripped apart. I never knew there was pain like this in the world. I’ve suffered all manner of injuries in my life, but nothing will ever compare to this. It feels like someone has taken my soul, tied it to a tree and is whipping it with razor blades. Every whip brings a new wave of agonising pain and a gaping hole where my heart used to be. I feel like Isolde plunged her fists into my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it in her bare hand, and as agonisingly painful as this is, and as heartbroken and devastated as I feel, I don’t hate her. I’m pissed the fuck off, but I don’t hate her. The woman I love used the last of her free will and magic to save my life. She knew she was a walking corpse and refused to share that fate with me. That sweet, idiotic, self-sacrificing dumbass! I understand why she did this, and I don’t blame her, but she’s a fuckin