Issue #34- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Teleportation landings were a tricky thing for most Erick thinks smugly after arriving at the Darkvale stable`s. Luckily for him he was a Rayvenwing male. His skills with shadow realm magic had been a given from the moment he had tumbled from his dear mother`s womb.

He runs a fast hand over his hair then sets off at brisk clip to enter the rear doors of the long building. The familiar smell of horse dung and fresh hay assails him as he slips past several filled stalls. Eerie whinnies greet him as he pads past each equine. They toss long scarlet heads to and fro at his strange scent as he passes by.

The Darkvale`s prided themselves on their horseflesh Erick recalls as he stops for a moment to call to the minx in a loud whisper. Their line of jumping horses was superb even he must admit as a smile comes to his handsome face when Dominatria slides from a tack closet and crooks a dainty finger at him before fleeing back to their rendezvous location.

Erick finds his long legs taking hurried strides, the smell of the desiccating flesh hanging ready for the horse`s morning meal not taking his mind from his prize.

“Dominatria?” he asks on a breathy rustle as he enters the long, narrow tack room. Her fingers light over his eyes as she shifts her curves into his back.

“Behind you my Lord Rayvenwing,” she purrs rubbing her tight nipples into his back, the fire from them searing through the light shirt he had hastily donned. Erick snickers at her playful ways, the front of his well-made casual trousers bulging already as her wicked sweet smell envelopes him.

“My dear Dominatria, Lord Rayvenwing is my father or my absent uncle,” he replies reaching up to take her soft hands in his and lower them so he could run his tongue between her fingers. He feels her lush body shiver against his muscular back as he suckles her right index finger.”You may address me as Erick.”

“Such familiarity,” she giggles coyly.

Moving his mouth over her palm his brilliant eyes glow even brighter at her feminine taste.

“I hope we shall become much more familiar with each other before the night is over,” he growls gently nipping at her wrist before she moves around him making sure to drag her breasts along his side. He actually shudders looking down at her as his tongue wets her rapid pulse point.

She was a vision of dark sin clad in a virginal alabaster nightgown. Flowing red hair and vibrant green eyes, lips parted as innocent gasps moved between white teeth. Merciful Hesprat she had him near to….

The light touch of her pelvis moving over his erection nearly buckles his stalwart knees as his teeth bite down slightly harder.

“As do I my lord, “Dominatria replies in a breathy mingling of hot promises and coquettishness.