Dark Passions at Death's Door

5 - Born of Fear

One year ago...
Feveris
Realm of Lusts
Goddess Status: Active Pact

Byron landed on one knee.

Just as advertised, the realm was a land made for the lusts. Feveris could have been a beach in the Bahamas. Shining, sparkling sun, with just enough wicked heat to make the flesh sweat ever so well. And cool breezes to keep it from becoming scalding.

He straightened and scanned around. Already the moans and shouts of pleasure ate at him. Thankfully, most of the areas were isolated into alcoves, providing only glimpses of what was happening behind them.

It would make sense that someone like his target would decide on visiting the Realm of Lusts. It helped keep him safe from assaults if the assassins couldn't get ten minutes through the realm without wanting to get horizontal with the nearest willing partner... of which there were a few hundred thousand to a few million, depending on who was around.

Deities sometimes visited with followers for a free good time. Thanks to their own magicks, they could pull their followers off the realm if they needed to.

Hawaiian Tropic and sex cloyed the air. The ocean was colored a vibrant green, like new grass. The beach sparkled pink, a strange color for a beach. Still a divine combination.

That gave Byron pause. Vaguely he realized he'd been wandering a bit too far. He checked himself.

Heart stirring, he was breathing a little more heavily. How long had he been here? Two minutes?

"Oh, my, my, look at this sweet young morsel."

The sound of the voice from behind made him twist, defensive.

Instead, a six-foot-two bombshell of an African beauty was giving him a thorough onceover. Built righteous, she was every bit the definition of sex on a stick. Perfect deep chocolate toned skin, black haired, full lips.

He checked his kind's memory. Ah.

"Hello, Tinraia."

The demigoddess blinked deep brown eyes that bordered on black, her face equal parts sensual, aggressive, and feminine.

She tilted her face slightly. "I know you?"

"No," Byron bowed his head respectfully. "But I know you."

She inspected him more closely. "You are not mortal... but I don't recognize you. How would you know me, young one?"

"You wouldn't know my kind." Well, since she was over seven thousand years old, yes, he was young compared to her. "You're under an eon old. But yes, I'm new. Sort of. What are you doing here in Feveris?"

"Oh, I came for some free time." Tinraia smiled an invitation and stripped off her top, revealing double D cups that were truly a handful. Something went through him with a jolt. "Care to join?"

He checked himself. She'd just hit him with a minor seduction pull. Not a Sorceri spell, but her own latent gift. Enough to remind him whose she was. "No, thank you. Where is Kur'orug?"

"Kur'orug? Is that a demon? Oh, I did not know!" she laughed. "Well, if you are attracted to demons with amazing size, who can blame you?"

He blinked, letting wrath show in his eyes. "I'm straight. Kur'orug's my target."

Her face looked panicked for a moment. "What?!"

He hadn't meant to scare her that much. Still... "Tinraia, I'm a heterosexual," he put it bluntly, then let the wrath dissipate. "I need to find this demon. Do you know where he is?"