The Sibyl

She was a seer
A healer
The mouth piece of the Gods
He was Their Warrior

They were mere tools of the Gods

He was her love, she was his obsession

Warning this is a mature story! There will be sex, there will be violence and betrayal. Please read at your own risk.

Cover by ScarMorelli

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His hands strayed only to my bodice, which he unlaced with an ease that would have made me blush if I'd been able to think of how he had gained that particular skill. Soon one of his branding iron like hands found my chilled breast as he cupped it gently. I gasped and pulled back a fraction. He released his hold on my mouth but instead gently pulled my head back as he ran his hand up from my breast to my neck, tilting my head back and giving him again access to my neck, and I felt his hot mouth travel down my neck to lay claim to my breast.

I let out a low moan and fisted his shirt. So lost was I in the sensations he produced that I didn't hear the warning bells sounding alerting the village that someone was approaching. Nor did either of us notice the unnatural snap of twigs as someone crept out from behind a bush, and scurried to the barrier. The fae are one of the only creatures that could easily pass through the barrier to the glen. But to do so, they needed to be stronger than the simple town or forest fae.