Vampyre: Desire Immortal

Chapter 23

Sluts' Juice

Blue of heaven.

Yellow of earth.

Red – divine and wondrous gift from hell.

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"I am rid of this scourge, Galleron," Wolfstan said. "I am sure I am free. Cured. I can feel it in my bones. I grow stronger every day. The scabs dry up and fall away. My skin is clearing. It is that winsome lass. My wife. Who would ever think she is so young. She has blossomed so. Overnight."

"Witches do that," Galleron muttered, but not loud enough for Wolfstan to hear.

"She grows more beautiful each night I go in and have her," said Wolfstan. "And it seems that with each passing night, 'tis but a glorious dream. She should be with child soon. My son! I cannot wait! By God's bones, I am a lucky man!"

"What are you doing?" Galleron asked.

Wolfstan was tying three leather pouches of wine and several other bound packages onto his horse's saddle.

"All work and no play, Galleron," Wolfstan said, winking at his cousin. "Besides, change is good for a man. Keeps him on his toes."

"You are going to the brothels of Barie, aren't you?"

"Of course. I deserve some time away. I have a beautiful wife who has set me free. And free is how I feel. Like a colt, I wish to run in other pastures. Besides, I'm sure Zamiot withers on the vine without my ardent proclamations of love."

"Withers," Galleron muttered, "perhaps not. But she is surely poorer, I am sure."

Wolfstan mounted his horse.

"I cannot be expected to be true to one only, Galleron. That state is unnatural. Besides, the fires within my loins burn too hot for one slut's juices to satisfy."

"What about your wife?"

"What about her? I'll only be gone for a few days. Just tell her I'm off hunting. It's not a lie, Galleron. Not by a long shot."

Wolfstan whipped his horse and shot off like an arrow.

Galleron did not move until the sound of his master's laughter echoed no more.