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

A Dance With The Lunar Goddess

I’m in the garden, stood in the middle of the mini-garden that is attached to where to pool is, it’s cut off by a high wall and a metal gate. The sun sits high in the sky amber coloured and warm with a gentle breeze. I look into the sky and smile; the events of two weeks ago have haunted me for those exact days. I stare into sky and the sweet arms of Circe come around my waist, she doesn’t know of her death in my head or of that dream that I succumbed to. It’s such a wonderful feeling to have someone who cannot take their hands off of you, it becomes the feeling that you crave for, and this woman is the most beautiful of things that I have seen, the epitome of human beauty. I have Aurora in my right hand, the dreams come back to my thoughts and all I see is blood, death and the beyond; dressed in just a dress robe and shorts.

          “So you want to fuck?” I look to her and smile, a short odd smile wondering why her ever so sweet mouth has turned me on.

          “Sure.”

          “So you are in the land of the living not awaiting death in this garden?” I chuckle and kiss her on the forehead,

          “I guess I just wished to see the sun rise… I tie of lying down recuperating after such a feeble attack.”

          “Do you not wish to see my pretty face anymore?” I kiss her gently on the lips where she grabs my waist and pulls me closer to her. I drop Aurora onto the ground and grab her arse and head to pull her to me; where we passionately kiss in the heat of the early morning sun. “So I guess you do…” She smiles the adoring smile of the hard hearted beauty.

          “I always do… I could never tire of this face.”

          “And if you keep talking like that you’ll never lose the chance to actually see it.” I laugh and so does she,  

          “I was warned of the drugs on the street but never was warned of the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat… stuff like that?” She continues to smile at me holding onto me and then buries her head into my chest to squeeze me,

          “Your hand is still on my ass.”

          “Do you mind?” She kisses my chest and I the top of her head,

          “No, I just wish we could stay like this forever.” I feel her pull me closer to her, her heart beat pounding in my ears.

          “Can we not?” I squeeze Circe’s arse cheek and she looks up at me, I can see the black choker around her neck: she’s wearing a black corset with a frilly skirt sort of thing with goes only thigh high, her bare arse exposed to the lukewarm sun.

          “As much as I want that… we do have lives to live and I am going to get changed, give your dick and heart a cool down.” She laughs and kisses my chest again,

          “Yeah, you are demanding.” I laugh and she smacks me gently on the chest,

          “Hush, people must believe it is you who dominates me.” I laugh and so does she, not letting me go. I lean down to kiss her on the lips and she holds me there for a few seconds,

          “Of course, whilst you’re tied up and I gently pleasuring.”

          “Oh stop, you need your hair cut not your girlfriend to wildly fuck you.” I laugh and squeeze her arse,

          “Perhaps I could have both.” We kiss again, “Very well lead the way indoors, my love.” Circe guides me into the house where she has a stool already set up for me in the kitchen,