Chronicles- A Devil's Daughters Crossover- Book Two(Published Feb 2017)

Pleasure and Pain

    The next morning, Malice awoke in a jumble of arms and legs. Confused, and slightly sore in places she didn't know that she could be sore in, she took a look at her surroundings; having never been in this particular room before. There was the smell of sweet breads in the air, and everywhere she turned, she found elegant statues and flower pots overflowing with colors. The walls were covered in a dark gray paper, silver spirals etched into the shadowed background, and the curtains that hung to the floor, a deep shade of red, like that of blood.
    Furniture lay about the room, some of it toppled over, some of it in pieces. What the hell had happened? Who? When? How? Why? They were all there, and so where Khia, Kordahn and...
    "Fuck!" She hissed, feeling the sudden wretch in her gut.
    Kember was nestled in a midst the hoard, the blankets not even close to covering her naked self, nor Mist's for that matter, as she curled in behind Malice's lover. Bloody hell! The last thing that Malice remembered, was sipping from her mug, and watching as her daughter flowered. What was in that cup?
    None the less, the issue now, was how to get Kember out of that bed. Gods, she had never before, not been able to remember what happened. She'd lay with Sultans and Emperors, Governors and Kings... then there were those on the other side of the tracks. Demons, Vampires, there was even a moment with a Wolf; and the shivers ran down her spine. All of them, wild and voracious lovers, or so they had claimed, but she had damn well remembered every moment of it.
   So, what had happened? Obviously, they had spent a pretty insane night together...
   "What the fuck?" Malice let out, as the sound of a carriage approaching reached her ears.
   A carriage? Here? But were they not on a...
   One quick glance out the window, and Malice was all but falling over as her knees turned to jelly. "What, the mother of all fucks, is going on here?" She shouted, unable to control it.
    The drink, her sister's arrival, Bathsheba's flowering... a wicked orgy that she couldn't remember and now to top it all off, they were no longer on the ship? How the fuck had that happened?
   "Malice?" Kember rose to sit up in the  bed, clutching the black satin sheets to her naked chest. "What's wro... where are we?"
   "We've landed, apparently!" Malice choked out, looking out the window once more.
   Long winding roads brimming with trees, a stable filled with horses, and a garden so lush and filled with colors. Yup, they had landed alright, and it seemed they had traveled too! Kember was by her side in a matter of seconds, having dropped the blanket, Malice took her in her arms, trying to keep her warm.
   "What the hell?"
   "My thoughts exactly!" Malice replied, placing a kiss on hr forehead as yet another carriage pulled up.
    "Oh Gods, where is Bathsheba?" Kember gasped, which was enough to wake Kordahn.
    It was hard enough to gaze upon the sights, having no memory of how they got there; but now, Kordahn was standing there, stretching in the nude.
    "Good morning!" He smiled at them, and then grabbed his robe and flung it about his shoulders.
    "Morning yes, good, not so much!" Malice replied, trying not to imagine the long length that had hung down between his thighs only a moment ago; a battle raging within her, for more.
    "Oh? How so?" The male inquired, using a strap of leather to tie back his long black hair. "Did you not sleep well?"
    "Oh I think I slept pretty good, considering I don't remember leaving the boat, or..." Kember paused, gazing out the window. "Did we ride in a carriage?"
    "It is the only way up the mountain!" He replied. "I assure you that everyone on board the ship, had made it to quarters within the manor!"
   "And do these people get to wake up the same way we did?" Kember raised an eyebrow at him. "Wrapped in arms, naked with no memory of how we got here or..."
   "What the hell happened?" Malice shot out, waking Mist and Khia.
   "What's going on, Malice?" Her sister asked, rising with a yawn.
    "What happened last night?"
   "I don't know!" Mist laughed.
   "You don't remember?" Malice cocked a brow a her. "Seriously?"
    "Malice, that's the point!" Mist laughed again, rising from the bed with her long dark hair brushing against her lower cheeks, and a cock as large as Malice's between her thighs. "You get to play..." She added, and made her way into the bathroom and closed the door.
   "Does she...?" Kember started, but Malice just shook her head.
   "Yeah!" She sighed, and started the search for her leggings. "Now..." She added, pulling them up over her legs, and locating her halter on the floor by another window. "What exactly, is she talking about?"
    "Of course you don't remember, Malice, like Mist said, you're not suppose to!" Khia smiled at her. "That is the way of the passion flower, which may, or may not, have been added to the wine last night!"
   "And by that, she means it did, and she added it!" Mist chuckled as the door opened and she returned to the room.
    "You added what?" Kember glared at Khia. "You poisoned us?"
    "Not poison, just a little aphrodisiac to help you all relax!" Kordahn told them, and leaving a kiss on Khia's cheek, he made for the door. "After Bathsheba killed the male, you were all a little tense!" And with that, he was gone.
    "She what? The male? Where is my daughter, Khia?" Malice spun about, "What, the fuck, happened last night?"
    "Relax, Malice! We had a little fun!" Mist giggled, and threw on a robe as she followed Khia to the door.
    "Come! We shall discuss it over morning meal!" Khia added, and opened the door for them. "And though I pride myself for my open behaviors, the guest have already started to arrive, and it would be best if you put something on!"
   "You go!" She told Kember, "I want to check on Bathsheba first!"