Issue # 48-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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“Wake up my lord.”

Erick sighs out loud, caught in a dream of such depravity and sexual delights he wishes only to remain slumbering for eternity. Several fairy maidens are bathing him and his staff twitches as the slim fey beauties release their sponges. Their delicate hands now wrap around him as he watches the rose colored water lapping at tight sky blue nipples. A unicorn nibbles at the fey realms grasses while his stones are coddled……

“Lord Rayvenwing I summon you to wake.”

In his dream he winces and chides the princess’s hand-maidens playfully for their rather exuberant handling of his jewels.

A luscious elf maid slips her head under the water to lap at him. Glorious heat surrounds his erection and he arches up to her lips….which is odd he ruminates since elves are not able to swim yet this one lingers beneath the water of this enchanted glade. Perhaps he should take his hand from the teat of one of the others and make sure the girl hadn`t drowned?

Perhaps he should cry out at the sudden fire that scores across his bare chest!

“Sons of the dark one!” the sorcerer snarls ripped from the world of the fey and sensual rudely and quite painfully. Aquamarine eyes snap open to move with haste to drink in his surroundings, which were a far cry from the enchanted glen he had been lingering in. A stone cavern greets him, lit by four hissing torches that hung from the damp rock walls. Erick bucks suddenly when teeth bite into his lower abdomen as what feels like hot pokers dig deeply into his pectorals.

“Finally,” Dominatria says lapping at his navel as her long nails tear into his chest. His back was chilled; his wrists and ankles firmly locked into manacles and a black mortis robe lays open covering only his arms stretched painfully over his Mohawk. He assumes he lies on a stone altar.

“Well this sucks,” Erick grumbles wrenching his bonds. Dominatria giggles as her tongue glides up over him.

“That was me sucking my lord,” she purrs fanning the torches with a flick of her dark wings. Lingering green magic sizzles on the gouges in his flesh he notes looking down at her. She slithers over him, her hard nipples smearing into the blood that seeps from the wounds she inflicted.

“So let me guess… Ouch!” he hisses out when her teeth tug at his left nipple, “I’m to be the offering for the reaffirmation ceremony?”

“Indeed my lord,” the redhead sighs levering her body above his. Erick mutters a tasty curse towards all succubae that makes the one now rubbing her needy pearl over the rigid length of him giggle. “But first you and I have unfinished business to attend to.”

“You finished quite nicely if I recall,” he grinds out to the nude dark seductress. Her soft laugh echoes about the ceremonial cave yet he shivers with expectation as her green eyes light up.