Issue # 44- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Erick stands outside the closed doorway that leads into the parlor caught in a most violent struggle. He could teleport from Valravn manor easily enough and leave the coven to screw themselves. Or he could do the honorable thing and face the music, funeral dirge it may be. Perhaps his father`s many warnings about promiscuity should have been given a bit more heed?

“Dash it all! I have committed no crime here nor ruptured any maidenhead,” the sorcerer states with resolve allowing his hand to turn the burnished handle of his uncle`s parlor door.

Rayvenwing the youngest steps inside the large room and is greeted by fifteen pairs of outraged male eyes simmering darkly inside hoods black as night. As his boots step over the portal he instantly feels the combined binding spells dropping over him. There would be no mystical hasty exits now he knows and hisses a curse inwardly for the moment of chivalrous thinking he had.

He skirts the assemblage rapidly until his aquamarine gaze lights upon a bowed feminine head, small tendrils of auburn hair curl about the hood of her onyx mortis robe giving Erick a good idea of the minx who hides within the concealing folds of heavy material.

“Rayvenwing you villainous bastard!” Sir Darkvale hisses as he steps around the 17th century loveseat his daughter sits meekly upon.

“I should like to hear what charges you bring against me,” Erick comments flatly as Brun lingers unbeknownst outside the open portal.

“WHAT CHARGES?!” the irate father bellows and the fire in hearth roars skyward.”Do you deny you were with my daughter this very evening?!”

“No, I do not.”

A hissing wave moves over the coven members.

“Pray let me continue,” Erick interjects raising both large hands in a calming manner.”I cannot deny Dominatria and I did meet secretly at your stables Darkvale but I should like to state that it was SHE who arranged the rendezvous spot. Also if you would merely take the time to summon a midwife to check you would find your daughter is still intact. Let me send my servant to the…..”

A heated blast of energy barrels past Erick slamming the door shut with violent force and Darkvale lowers his glowing hands only a fraction of an inch.

“Or he can remain here,” Erick mutters softly skipping quick glances to the slowly encroaching coven from beneath his long lashes.”Dominatria, please tell your sire and his cronies what transpired in the stables! Explain to your coven that you`re still a virg….”

Erick`s tongue falls silent as the slender form rises from the upholstered loveseat and shucks her heavy robe to the floor. She stands gloriously bare before him, her coven and all the dark pagan gods as wings spread out and open languidly. Her green eyes spark as do her fingertips as her bat-like wings fan the now roaring hearth.

“I would my lord if it were true,” the succubae purrs as the coven falls upon the entranced sorcerer.