The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising

I'd Kill Myself, But Suicide Is So Cliche

All I can feel is the warm pleasure of death and blood, it lingers on me like perfume. My eyes open and there the elven woman is,

          “I see you are awake.” There in the corner is Abigail, “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to ever wake.” 

          “I always seem to don’t I?” She comes and sits next to me, crossed legged.

          “So how are you… you seem fine.” I am naked; the scarring tissue from the welkin’s attack is healing upon my chest.

          “Yes, but why am I naked?”

          “Well how did you expect me to tend to your wounds whilst those rags covered your delicate skin?” I laugh, she laughs it’s like a reunion of fairy tale fools.

          “Delicate skin, that’s new…but when you were looking at my naked broken body what did you find?” She laughs and unlaces her dress, it drops to the floor.

          “I found what I was looking for… when you stare at my naked flesh what are you willing to find?” I stare at this lovely elven creature, stood with her brassiere and her underwear upon her private parts.

          “I’m assuming this is the part where I am no longer cold but soreness and self loathing remains?” I often wonder if people believe me when I speak, always wishing to joke.

          “You are a funny little man aren’t you, hiding behind all your cocky one liners and cunning wit… but you’ve let your walls down before for me.” Her voice is alluring and beautiful, such a stunning creature to behold one which I shouldn’t be contemplating eating her forbidden fruit.

          “Hey, what can I say these walls are built for a beautiful fortress.” She craws upon me,

          “You’re so unaware of what you want, you didn’t want the Senim nor the human traitor, it’s always has been me.” He words ring softly in my ears, like they always have. Somewhat hypnotic, not like Miranda or even Saskia’s harsh Tatcoolen accent,

          “If that is what you believe, then believe.”

          “I intent to.” She kisses me and I kiss back, I feel the sudden rush of lust and soft touch of her fingers grip around me. She unhooks her bra, letting her breasts to be free from their cages. “I can only assume you’ve missed these.”

          “I have not only missed them.” Her smile is like sly like a whore. The next to come off is off course her underwear, “How about you get under this blanket with me?”

          “Indeed.” Into it I go, back to old and familiar places into her lovely hole, to put it not as vulgar as others would. The blankets go over us and into each others lustful arms, the elf will remain on top always the dominating type this one is. As we get into it, the pains over my body sting and ache, the welkin’s cut across my chest seems to have peaked Abigail’s interests. She bites her lip and moans, I cannot breathe for a short time but gain the ability back and keep on lying there feeling the mix of pain and pleasure. Her lips upon mine with her groans entering my mouth. To my surprise we end before I can recall even starting as she screams in ecstasy. The elf rolls off of me and to the side,

          “Was that something you were hoping of finding?”

          “Indeed, I respectfully owe you one son… and before you ask Benjamin is with my father learning the ancient ways… Dervish also wished to be your healer but you know… I’m quite good with my hands.”