Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
God, he’s so predictable.
They are touching him. Dozens of hands caressing his body. They slide up his legs and down his arms. They pump his cock and play with his hair. One fingers his mouth and he begins to suck. This finger is laced with the first potion. And I watch as this woman teases his mouth with her finger and he comes for the first time. There is a chalice waiting to catch what he spills. And then it repeats. Fingers in his mouth, fists on his cock, tits in his face, and Kael sucks down all the potions and becomes more pliable and happier.
So happy, he stops struggling and just lies there as the women take his seed over and over again. His eyes have been closed for several minutes now, but they lazily open, trying to focus on me. “Blood,” he whispers.
I nod my head and smile. “It’s time, blood lover. It’s time.” Then I slash open my wrist with a claw and let the blood flow into his mouth. There’s no way this animal will feed on my neck the way my witches did. He doesn’t deserve it. He is nothing but a little factory to me.
As soon as the blood hits his mouth, his soft cock becomes erect again.
This is the seed we need. What we already took was just the milking. The emptying of the tainted, worthless semen.
This now? This is where the magic lives.
The women pump him one final time and when he spills again, his seed is purple.
In that same moment, Emily’s scalpel slices him open from throat to groin. His blood spills out, drips down his body, and flows into the channels cut into the marble, forming a river that empties into the baptismal font that has been moved into position.
Kael is so happy, and satiated, and, let’s face it, drugged, he doesn’t even flinch when she begins to remove his organs.
I take Joshua’s hand and lead him back over to the bloody featherbed to join the rest of the men, who are now waking up from their drink, and we insert ourselves into the pile of sweaty bodies and begin touching each other for pleasure this time. We writhe together in lust and sin, until, hours later, the magic has been made.
Then I get up, shower with Emily and Joshua, let the women dress me in clean clothes, and leave the White River coven with the magic I need to change the course of everything.
10 - Josep
My name is King.
“Never.”
That’s the word I whisper into her ear as Little Baby and I lie on the floor of my cave, having finally found reality. Because never is the number of times I’ve felt connected to anything outside of myself.
None.
That’s how many people have loved me in my lifetime. Because none is the number of loves I thought I deserved.
And now… one.
Which is perfect and whole, in and of itself. Which is all I ever wanted. Which is what I have now with my sweet lollipop, Little Baby. Someone to accompany me into the dark infinity of the eternal nowhere. Someone to be nothing with me.
The blood has dried and caked all over us, leaving my skin feeling deliciously itchy. It’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time, but I’ve missed it and it’s good. Because when I’m covered in blood like this—all crusty and flaky—it’s a sign that there is someone next to me.
Someone not just being fed on, but feeding back.
Little Baby is sleeping now, satiated with blood in her stomach and my seed in her womb. Her head is on my chest, one leg thrown over me in a gesture of possession, her soft breath both satisfying and comforting. Because she is alive and because she is mine.
I hold her tighter as these thoughts weave their way around in my head the way the roots weave through the dirt. Winding, but purposeful.
If Paul can turn Syrsee into a blood mother, why couldn’t I do the same with Little Baby? I am, after all, the Darkness itself. It is me who controls the magic of the unliving. The possibilities are endless now. I can populate the whole Earth with vampires if I so choose.
I have the power. I have always had all the power and it’s a simple thing, really, to make new monsters. I think these words in my head like they are nothing, but they are not nothing. They are very much a something.
Because I’ve been hunting for power for so long. And now I feel a bit silly. Because it was mine for the taking from the very beginning. There’s a part of me that wants to rage at the Darkness for not telling me sooner. But that’s stupid.
I am the Darkness.
It was only me deceiving myself.