Tristan, p.8
Tristan, page 8
Tristan covers my hand and says, “Dagger.” A blade of light springs from the blade glimmering in the dim light.
“Is this?” I twist in Tristan’s lap, damned near neutering him in the process. He laughs as he adjusts my ass over his junk.
“A light dagger, yes. It’s made using ancient Druid magic, and you can use it to stun your enemies with lust or set it to kill. It will respond to your commands and wishes.” Tristan cups my face and leans toward me, intent on holding back reality for a few minutes longer.
A sudden crackling noise ruptures our moment as a portal to a padded room yawns open beside us.
“What the fuck?” Tristan tightens his arms around me as he leaps to his feet, wings extended. A foggy black aura whirls around Cass as he steps through the portal and snatches me out of Tristan’s arms.
“This is for your own good, baby brother.” Cass gives an evil laugh as the portal slams shut behind us. Eyes dark with madness send terror rushing through me as he manacles my wrists and attaches them to a thick chain hanging from the wall.
“Now, you’re mine.”
I almost choke on terror as darkness closes around me.
BLACK ROSE AND THE THREE PRINCES FAIRY TALE CONTINUES . . .
Upon ascension to Bardo, Atroyel almost destroyed the examiners in his grief and rage, knowing Black Rose was vulnerable to Syrael’s attack. The chief justice took pity on him and allowed his prince brothers to anchor his disembodied spirit to the Earth realm. She gave them the power to shield Black Rose but advised that only the exchange of divine grace shared in true love could break the spell binding Black Rose to Earth. They must not try to convince or coerce Black Rose in any way, or she’d be lost to them forever. The princes were overjoyed with the opportunity, praying it would give them the time they needed for Black Rose to recognize and accept their love before Syrael found her.
Now, there was just one problem. No longer hidden by Troy’s magic, Black Rose’s face appeared in Lord Syrael’s magic mirror, alerting him to her presence on Earth. The princes had no time to lose if they were going to save Black Rose from the horrific fate the dark lord had planned for her…
Because this time when he’d stepped in front of the magic mirror and said, “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the most powerful sex angel of all?” the mirror announced in a rather smug voice that Black Rose remains the most powerful sex angel of all.”
When Lord Syrael heard the mirror saying this, he shook with self-righteous anger. “Black Rose will die,” he shouted, “if it costs me my life.”
Then he went into his most secret dungeon where no one else has ever set foot where he made a deadly poison chocolate-dipped strawberry. He carefully dipped one-half in the poison milk chocolate and the other half in white chocolate. If Black Rose swallowed even a tiny piece of it, she would die.
But unbeknownst to Lord Syrael, the Oracle had foreseen his threats to the Chosen and cast a spell redirecting her soul to the Void where she would gain power until the forces of eternal and everlasting love broke Lord Syrael’s hold. Only then would the Chosen assume the full power and authority of a Transcendent Nephilim. Once ascended, she shall lead an army of sex angel lords to eradicate all forms of sexual abuse from the megaverse.
15
CASSIEL
The moment Sex Demon Lord Syrael laid hands on me, things became crystal clear. The Megaverse may have chosen Aleah, but all that exotic beauty hides her true evil nature. She has to be destroyed once and for all, but that’s for Lord Syrael to do. My job is to break her and deliver her to him. No matter how much I hate the thought.
Turns out, Lord Syrael had possessed the media magnate, Cyrus Stone. Within nanoseconds in Stone’s presence, Lord Syrael’s parasites blasted through the layer of divine light protecting me and reminded me that he owns me, owns all three of us. Once the divine blinders were removed, I remembered the torture Lord Syrael and his fuckwads had made me endure during his ongoing parade of sex parties when I was a child. Grimacing, I push away the reminder of how powerless I truly am.
Hammering on the door brings me back to the present. My brothers are doing their best to break through to me, but Lord Syrael’s parasites deflect all attempts. I turn my attention back to my prime directive—breaking Aleah. Raw sexual hunger sears through me as I survey my handiwork. I’ve manacled her wrists, attached them to a thick chain hanging from the ceiling and stripped her naked. After securing her ankles in manacles bolted into the floor and gagging her, I step back. Gods, I’d forgotten just how beautiful this woman is with her flawless brown skin just begging to be marked by my whips.
“Cass, let us in, you motherfucker.” Tristan’s fury echoes through our triplet bond, leaving me in no doubt what he’ll do to me if he gets his hands on me.
“If you touch her, you’ll cross a line there’s no turning back from.” Atroyel’s anger and determination join Tristan’s, telegraphing their intentions loud and clear. I shut them down and turn to my prize. Time enough to deal with my brothers once I’ve revealed Aleah’s true nature.
I’d made good use of the time while Tristan, Atroyel and Aleah were distracted by their fucking divine mating bond. Finding a place where I would help Aleah see the error of her ways had been my priority, and I’d decided the protected playroom in Blackstone Manor was the safest place. By changing the locking spell from ‘saor an spiorad’ to ‘cuir stad air gach solas diadhaidh’ — stop all divine light, I’d ensured the privacy I needed to conduct the punishment session Lord Syrael had ordered. Next, I purged the room of divine light until all that remained was the cocoon of dark energy Aleah had captured.
I found a jar of healing ointment and used it to reduce the heat searing through each of the wounds the sex demon lord’s whip had cut into my body, but only time would heal the scars in my soul. Nothing got rid of the awful buzzing sensation taking place in every cell of my body telling me to stop. Blocking the hideous sensation and the intrusive feeling that what I’m about to do isn’t right, I carefully select my first implements of punishment. A double-sided paddle will do nicely to warm her ass and prepare the skin for the pain she’s about to endure.
Not that I care, I tell myself.
I’ll use a rubber flogger before graduating to my favorite way to inflict punishment: a three-foot Indiana Jones-style bullwhip.
Standing in front of Aleah with the paddle in hand, I use my enhanced hearing to listen to her heartbeat. It’s a sonic sense that allows me to hear a heartbeat from thirty feet away but standing up close and personal intimidates…or at least it’s meant to, although it doesn’t seem to work with Aleah. Her heart rate is a touch faster than usual, yet I detect no fear, only resignation. The message radiating from her dark eyes couldn’t make me feel more miserable if I tried.
“Go ahead, Cass. Do what you need to do. I forgive you.”
Or maybe it’s my guilt talking, guilt that’s squeezing past Lord Syrael’s dark magic.
“I’m here to prepare you for your meeting with Lord Syrael. Will you submit to him? Say yes, and I will go easier on you.”
Those brown eyes watch me steadily, and she shakes her head, resolve firm. Without further ado, I move to her side and deliver fifty strokes with the paddle to each buttock in rapid succession. Pain releases adrenaline, which in turn increases her heart rate, but she takes the beating without making a sound, something that drives me to hit her even harder.
I make a show of trading the paddle for the flogger before retaking my position before her. Tears brim her eyes, but none fall, and she continues to regard me steadily.
“You can stop this, Aleah. Agree to submit to Lord Syrael, and all this will stop.” I try to channel some care and empathy through the cold blackness taking hold of my system.
Again, Aleah shakes her head, resolve steady. “It will take a lot more than pain to break me, Cass.” I swear I hear the words ringing through my head as I take a flogging stance.
The heavy strands of the rubber flogger deliver a sharp, intense sting that’s sure to break through her determination. I take my time laying a crisscross pattern over her ass and thighs and relish in watching the impacts turn the red discoloration to purple. This time when I check, she’s breathing rapidly while tears and snot stream down her face, but she’s no less defiant.
I take up the bullwhip before grabbing her chin. “Why are you making me do this?” I ask. “Why do you insist on forcing me to hurt you?”
For a split second, I see shame trigger in her eyes and rejoice in the corresponding jolt of triumph that bolts through me. But her fucking indomitable will power is more potent than any shame. She straightens her shoulders and raises her head as her white-blue grace forms a mist around her.
Aleah sniffles and clears her throat. “We all make choices, Cass.” Her voice is broken yet strong, showing it will take more than a severe flogging to break this woman.
Time for edge play. Lord Syrael’s voice booms through my psyche as if he’s standing beside me and propels me to the tray of knives I’d sneaked in earlier. Breath and knife play are a deadly combination playing on people’s deepest fear, the fear of death. Knowing Aleah’s morbid fear of knives increases the psychological terror factor exponentially.
The buzzing in my cells multiplies as I pick up a large butcher knife and move back to Aleah. Fear and pain glaze her normally radiant brown eyes, but they widen with compassion and empathy that almost bring me to my knees. Her breathing and heartbeat quicken, but she doesn’t flinch as I wrap my large left hand around the front of her neck and place the tip of the knife beside her carotid artery. Then, squeezing my fingers, I slowly cut off her air supply while pressing the knife in just deep enough to break the skin.
As Aleah struggles to find air and stay conscious, she mouths the words, “Divine light protect our Cassiel.”
The buzzing turns into a high-pitched drone that sears each cell in my body. Bright light explodes with a loud crack behind me. Agony blazes through me as the pain moves from the sharp sting of the fire ant to the pure, intense, brilliant pain of the bullet ant. In less than sixty nanoseconds, I’m firewalking over a bed of hot flames and nails. Terror and pain are off the charts incapacitating me, and I can barely muster the magic to open a portal and step through; consequences be damned. I can only hope I’ve done enough good in the universe to make my death relatively quick and painless.
A deep sense of loss is the last thing I feel before the darkness of Lord Syrael’s dungeon consumes me.
16
TRISTAN
My bastard of a brother must have changed the locking spell on the playroom door. It takes Troy’s and my divine magic combined with Nye and Raphael’s Druid magic to reverse Cass’s locking spell. Aleah is semi-conscious when we finally open the playroom door. My precious Ali’s nurturing arms strain against the chains holding her limp and slumped body. I rush forward and quickly undo her ankle chains before lifting her slight form, making it easier for Troy to release her wrists.
When she’s free, Troy scoops her into his arms. Strands of fear and determination weave together as they pass through our triplet bond, making it impossible to determine which emotions belong to Troy and which ones are mine. But there’s time enough for self-discovery later. Right now, our Ali needs us.
“I will ready your bed chamber.” Raphael strides from the room, anticipating our needs as usual.
“I’ll go to the temple and draw strength from the powerful Druid divine sources to increase our healing power.” Nye’s ghostly body flits from one side of the room to the other, clearly showing her agitation before settling in front of me. “Is your healing power strong enough to break through the dark magic infecting her wounds?”
“My healing power is the strongest when having sex, difficult to do while she’s in this state,” I say.
“Our diaries can help boost Tristan’s powers, but not enough to blast through whatever dark magic Cass injected into her.” Troy keeps his gaze fixed on Ali’s still form. “Whatever the fuck we’re doing, it had better be quick. In this state, Aleah’s too weak to fight the infusion of dark magic.
“Let’s get her to the temple,” Nye says. “The healing spring has powerful curse removal and can combat the dark magic.” She opens a portal, and we step through into a large cave with a wall that reflects the blue-green waters of a deep pool before us. “Once we submerge her in the waters, her physical wounds will start healing in a few seconds. Then we can work on purging the dark magic.”
I open my mouth to ask questions, but Troy, not one to waste time, sinks into the pool until the water completely covers Ali. Seconds later, she groans and starts moving in his arms.
“There you are, beauty.” Troy’s voice is gentle and filled with love. There’s no hint of the fury he’s holding like a lifeline. “You okay?”
“I need you both. Now.” Dark magic twists through Ali’s silent entreaty as it bleeds through our mating bond.
“I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” Nye’s spectre floats through me sending a surge of power before she disappears, but we’re barely aware she’s gone. We need to heal Ali. Nothing else matters.
I strip off my clothes and wade into the water. Troy hands Ali’s warm, slippery body to me before shedding his dripping wet clothes.
Ali wraps her body around me and glues her mouth to mine, activating the power of our mating bond. Immediately, our grace joins the magic of the healing stream to fight the darkness coursing through her system. Agony bursts through our bond as the two forces clash. Despite the pain, my cock goes rock hard with desire for our courageous mate. I deepen the kiss, speaking our love as Troy blankets her body from behind, sheltering her between us. The instant our bodies connect, divine light streams into the moist air and forms a protective circle around us.
Power and energy flow between us as the battle between our divine light and the dark magic intensifies. We each groan as our light kills dark matter, sending shards of burning pain needling through our bond, but we remain steadfast until none of Lord Syrael’s evil energy remains. Troy takes a step back, shuddering from the effort of withstanding the force of such power. Ali twists around and pulls his mouth to hers, letting her psychic healing power flood through our bond until Troy’s body relaxes.
She breaks the kiss and tips her head back, one arm around my neck and the other around his. “Better?” She’s breathless but alert despite the energy drain caused as she heals the residual taint left by the black magic.
Troy nods, then gives her a quick, hard kiss before stepping out of the pool and gathering his clothes. Although she doesn’t loosen her hold on me, her entire focus is on Troy. Her concern leaks through our connection as she uses her psychic energy to probe his responses.
“Are you sure you’re okay, babe?” she asks. “Where are you going?”
He crouches beside the pool so that he’s at eye level with us. “I’m not okay, but it’s not anything you can help with. It’s best if you stay here with Tristan to make sure we’ve removed all traces of the dark magic and recharge your system. I’m going to talk to Raphael and Nye to see if we can figure out where Cass is.” Troy stands, opens a portal, and disappears through it, leaving us wrapped up in the warm moisture of the healing waters.
“He’s decided to kill Cass, and we’ve got to stop him.” Ali’s brow wrinkles with worry, but the cave makes it difficult for her concern to stick.
After I take a quick read of her through our bond, I decide now is not the time to tell her that I plan on joining Troy in killing Cass. Letting her know that I plan on making Cass endure each pain he inflicted on her magnified a thousand times will take the edge off the healing love she needs right now.
She must catch a trace of my vengeful feelings before I seal them shut, but after a moment of intense scrutiny, she tucks a few strands of loose hair behind my ear and gives me a shy smile. Before she can speak, I thrust my hard cock into her. Her heat latches on as she welcomes the gift of my healing grace while we share our intense new love through locked eyes.
Our thoughts shot back and forth, showing our desperation.
I love you. Ali...my beautiful, precious Ali.
I worship, cherish, and adore you.
I’m scared.
Don’t ever leave me. My heart cannot hide my biggest fear.
Give me your pain.
Never let anything come between us. We both finish with the same thought.
We move effortlessly through the water without conscious thought until my back hits a large smooth stone edge. The stone seat raises me partially out of the water and gives me the traction I need to shift Ali onto my lap. I tighten my grip on her ass as she braces her hands and feet on either side of me. With a firm grasp on each fleshy butt cheek, I glide her up and down on my throbbing cock, doing my best to draw out this moment for eternity. As she arches over me, hot lips brush mine.
“Gods, how I love your lips.” I breathe the words into her mouth. “So soft, so succulent, so supple.”
Ali moans as she breathes in the words. “I love yours more.”
“I love yours most.”
“There is no more than most.” Ali speaks the words of love she’s only ever shared with Troy before this moment.
Recognition hits our eyes at the same instant. We’ve gone through the ring of fire. Now, like Troy, I’m part of her DNA, her very soul, and joined, we have a life force only the highest power can destroy.
We speak no more as sensation takes over. Loosening my grip on her ass, I relinquish control. Ali grips my shoulders while she massages my cock with her warm cunt. I almost break with the effort to hold back my orgasm, and my breath comes out harsh and demanding. A split second before ignition, Ali slides off my lap, kneels between my legs and glides her tongue up the underside of my cock to the tip. Blue-white light laps over my legs and the parts of her body submerged in the pool as our grace mingles and swirls in its magic waters.
