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Believing his love, Cora, has forsaken him, the enigmatic Lord Damon journeys to dangerous fey lands in grief, and finds himself entangled in the wiles of a fairy temptress. Meanwhile, Cora makes a devilish deal with the Warlock Lysander, who needs fair young maidens willing to sate his demonic minions. Now she finds herself embroiled in a demonic ritual involving a lascivious tentacle creature sure to test her capacity for ultimate pleasure.
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The hand gestured to the chair again. "Sit."
Cora reluctantly walked over to the chair. The advisor snapped a finger and a guard rushed forward to strap her tightly into the leather seat, cutting off her protests with his rough hands. Cora gasped in disbelief.
"Bring them in," Lysander said curtly. The guard bowed and slipped away.
"You intend to keep me this way for days?" Cora asked. Lysander, leafing through his book, did not answer.
The guard led in six robed and hooded figures, bowed, and left. Cora found herself alone in the room with the advisor and the black-clad figures. Two dimmed the lights while the other four began to draw strange shapes on the floor.
"What is going on?" she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. The bonds held firm against her struggles.
"Gather round," the Lord Steward whispered, stepping to the edge of the circle of runes. The figures obeyed, and began weaving slowly from side to side. Cora could hear a low, humming drone of unknown origin fill the air. "Disrobe."
The hoods and cloaks fell to the floor, revealing the naked flesh of six women. Their bodies were covered in runes similar to those written across the floor.
Lysander clapped his hands together and began to chant in a low, deep voice. Cora did not recognize the words, but gasped in surprise as he clapped his hands a second time and a puff of smoke exploded from the center of the circle. A cadre of small brown and red imps appeared and fell in a tumble of bony limbs and claws and wings, giggling and shrieking in high-pitched cackles. Cora shook her head in disbelief.
"You... are a warlock!" she declared. Lysander gave her the slightest bow.
"Indeed," he snapped his fingers at the imps. They scrambled apart and gathered at his feet, jumping and giggling. Their beady eyes darted around, drinking in the details of the room. "Welcome back, my feylings. I have brought an offering for your master."
Their eyes swung toward her and they screeched with laughter. Her heart leapt into her throat as they bounded toward her.
Título : A Tale of Demonic Desire and Seductive Sirens
EAN : 9798201186067
Editorial : Danica Slate
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