Author: J.E. & M Keep
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 15, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
After all, even demons deserve a chance at love.
With her angelic wings and his demonic horns they were never meant to come together. But his red eyes trap her and her seductive wings lure him. Their hot demon blood crashes. What starts as one night of carnal pleasure turns into an adventure of epic portions.
Shades of Dungeons and Dragons twisted in wicked ways.
Within days of meeting Lilah and Glaurakos fall across the path of an evil sorceress who traps them in a strange and dangerous “other world”. The threats in the new world are perilous, yet their lust for each other is far more frightening. Will their bond be strong enough to make it out alive?
Against all odds of the damned, can love grow between two half demons?
This fantasy novel is a twisted romance at its core inspired by Dungeons and Dragons/Forgotten Realms, by best selling Paranormal Romance authors J.E. & M. Keep.
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As the slaver’s caravan rolled along, the wagon in which Glaurakos was held bumped and jostled wildly. The make of the transport was clearly designed for security, not comfort. It was enough to send someone with poor balance toppling to and fro. He was in a different world from the chaotic realm he’d escaped, but the confinement… that was familiar.
The terrain was rough, following the road less travelled along the path from Sho’ar into the smaller trading camps. It was also more private, which was what the slavers needed. Glaurakos could see the thick forest as they slowly made their way past it, the hot sun beating down on them. It didn’t bother him, though.
An odd mix of the beautiful and the terrifying, Glaurakos was born a Fae-Demon. His elven blood manifested in his bright, golden hued skin, handsome facial features and orange-gold hair that fell down around his back and shoulders, straight and silken-smooth. The other half of him was that of a hellish demon, with massive back-swept horns, leathery bat-like wings, glowing red eyes, sharp teeth, clawed fingers and six-and-a-half-foot height.
He was a rare beast on the surface world, a prize for any slaver smart enough – or stupid enough – to try to capture.
He was not bound in the caged wagon, but he was kept there alone, and a crisscross of metal mesh kept him from summoning his sword to him and fighting back against his captors. The damnable humans knew what a price they could fetch for him, and they hungered for it. Any demon, even a half-breed, fought with mastery in battle that a human could never obtain.
Glaurakos seethed as he plotted his escape.
It had been a while since the newest addition had been added to the caravan: a beautiful winged woman who was chained to the back of the caravan, but a few feet from him. She was walking with her head down, following closely after the wagon. Her slender form looked even smaller against the manacles around her hands, their enchantments no doubt keeping her from casting spells. These slavers weren’t the usual, trading in grunt workers. They were seeking the big wins.
She looked to be an angel with her large, feathery wings and her delicate features. An innocent, someone easily manipulated and trusting. Even for a fiend like him. She was tall and svelte. Her body was naturally slim, but she looked like she had recently shed some weight, leaving her cheeks a tad more hollow than usual. She tried her best not to move her manacled hands to draw any further attention to herself. Her wings were bound behind her, the tips pressed together painfully, enough to cause a constant cringe to taint her otherwise attractive face. Her porcelain white skin was framed by a black shock of hair, and he had no doubt that this was how she looked at her worst.
These slavers were exceptionally clever, or terrifically lucky, to have found and captured two of the rarer species of humanoids around.
The slavers spread out after a time, keeping a wide sentry on the moving caravan. He managed to fight them off before they could shed him of his thick and intricate armour, a series of chest and leg plates with a short cloak draped about his shoulders and back. Perhaps they figured that once they got him to their destination they could better steal his earthly goods. He had to act fast, and Glaurakos shifted to move onto his knees.
“Angel. I can break us free if you help me,” he whispered, his voice preternaturally deep and raspy. There was a terrifying sense of command that permeated his words, not by practice, but by natural inheritance.
Lilah raised her freshly bruised eyes to him, clearly having taken a couple of blows in the struggle to get her to go with the slavers. Her expression was sour and cruel, though it brightened at his promise. She glanced around at her surroundings briefly with her eerie, green eyes.
“What do you figure?” she asked, her voice nearly ethereal, a practiced combination of sweet and tantalizing with an undertone of hidden promise.
“They haven’t stripped me of my magic. They think me a mere warrior,” he grinned, baring his sharply fanged teeth slyly. “But without help outside, my spells are useless. So…” He paused, some reluctant doubt tingeing his voice as though he didn’t expect her to agree to his plan. “With your agreement, I will shift us, summon my sword and free us to escape to safety.”
She averted her eyes from him, keenly on the lookout for any who may notice her speaking to him.
“What do you need me for?” she asked. Her voice was skeptical, but still filled with hope.
“These bars prevent me from magically passing through,” he rasped, licking his lips briefly with his bizarrely pointed tongue.
“However, with a spell I could switch our places. It’s not the same, you see? An eventuality they are not likely to have prepared for.” He smirked mischievously at her. “Once I’m outside this wagon, I will be able to get us out of here without issue. They only caught me by dumb luck in the first place. So, what say you?”
His large, leathery wings twitched upon his back anxiously. He had not nearly enough room to unfurl them.
She opened her plush lips to argue before shutting them. Whether she was chained helpless to the wagon, or captured within, there were few options for escape. She looked at him for as long as she’d dared before her eyes flicked away from his harsh gaze.
“If you leave me, I will find you,” she said finally, jutting her jaw in annoyance at the reluctant and tentative agreement. “I know my way from here.”
Pursing his lips for a moment, he smiled widely, giving her a stern nod.
“I will free you,” he said, eyeing her wings. “Do they work still? Or did they just bind them? I want to know before I try to free us. Things will move fast once I’m out, I don’t have time to figure out how to break your chains once we start.”
“They are bound without magical means. Though I will need to be freed of it before I can fly,” she replied.
Glaurakos nodded sternly. “Chain or leather straps?”
“Leather. I’d do it myself if I had time. I don’t imagine I will, if you’re able to do this.”
“Get ready,” he said with finality. His voice was preternaturally rich and deep that everything he said sounded commanding and authoritative.
Glaurakos stood as well as he could in the caged wagon, focused and determined as he prepared his gambit. It was a fairly simple spell, but required her consent to be dragged through the ether.
Without further delay he muttered the profane words.
In a disorienting moment, the two strange beings were switched in place. The angel didn’t even have to do anything, simply allow it to happen. The manacles, thankfully, didn’t hinder magic being done to her. She closed her eyes as she landed within the wagon, her knees a bit weak as she got used to the jostling rhythm. She had to crouch down in order to make room for her large, feathered wings.
Standing free behind the wagon, the half-demon began to cast another spell. The caravan guards were too spread out to notice until his confiscated blade magically flew back into his hand. A cry went up for help and two guards hopped down from one of the wagons at the front of the caravan.
She watched him from behind those bars, dry curiosity on her face as she awaited her inevitable betrayal. He was a demon. The only reason she even accepted his deal was she knew that she was trapped. She was desperate.
His wings spread wide, as if about to take off, but instead he gave a flourish of his blade and an arc of lightning caught the two foes, holding their paralyzed forms in place. With just a cursory glance, he turned to the lock on the back door to the wagon.
Broad and tall, the hulking demonic-elf focused his concentration, holding out a clawed hand to utter another spell. A blast of force shot from his partly scaled hand, throwing the lock on the door open. He kept his word, much to her surprise. The demon held out his free hand to her.
“Come on!” he growled urgently.
Lilah took his hand, her soft, alabaster skin a bright contrast to his hard, dark grasp as she leapt from the back of the wagon. As soon as her feet hit land, standing on her tiptoes, she turned her back on him. Her wings ruffled in an attempt to break free of the constraints.
Reaching his free hand to the top of her wings, Glaurakos grasped the thick appendage before carefully slicing the leather restraint away with the massive, two-handed blade.
Her wings rippled as soon as they were free, parting and spreading. With her hands still manacled, she fled. She flapped her large wings a few times, her slender body easily lifted to the sky, as she watched her saviour becoming smaller and smaller below her. When finally she could see nothing, she laughed, gleefully. She was free again!
On the ground, Glaurakos saw more guards approaching, one lifting a crossbow to fire. He flung his sword into the air and a fiery crescent emanated from the blade as it spun toward the man. It missed the bowman, but only after he fumbled his shot and fell back. The sword then continued spinning, striking another slaver squarely, slicing open his neck. Without delay, the horned Fae-Demon took to the sky, his bat-like wings carrying him into the air without another word. His sword returned to his hand as he traveled toward the tree line north of the caravan.
Lilah spotted him, her laughter dying as she took flight after him, gliding with natural ease while glancing down at her chained hands in disgust.
Some arrows followed the pair, but with the chaos below and the swerving, deft flight above, no arrows struck true, and before long, they were safely over the canopy of the forest.
Flying for some time, the air whipping his golden-orange hair back, he glanced back to see the angelic figure still following him. Lowering himself, he descended into a dark area of the trees, a small clearing allowing him to slip beneath the canopy and land. He kept his sword out, turning and waiting for the fellow captive to meet with him.
She paused above him, looking down on him and trying to read his intentions. She could try to find someone else to help her with the manacles, but the slavers had stripped her of what little valuables she held. They had even taken her clothes, leaving her in a pale pink slip with no undergarments. She had clearly made a better captive than the hulking half-demon, no doubt helped by how quickly they had stripped her of her magic.
She could barter in a nearby town, of course, though it may be just as well to barter with the devilish male below her. After all, he had followed through on his word to save her, beyond her expectations.
She fluttered down in a graceful motion, her right leg extending and softening her slow decent as it caught the ground, her left leg touching the grass shortly thereafter. She wore nothing on her feet. Her long, raven hair trailed down over her shoulders ethereally as the wind died out in the clearing. She smiled at Glaurakos, her plush lips pursed.
Glaurakos looked at her, his handsome beauty framed in menace; his soft face lined by large, thick horns and a powerful jaw. He gave her a careful once-over, his reddish eyes intense as they studied her form. He had not, until now, been able to get a clear look at her. The criss-cross of metal bars had been too thick to allow it. His large gold-and-red wings flapped before settling around his back, almost like a second cloak as he towered there, feet placed widely apart.
“I kept to my bargain, so why do you push your luck following me, angel?” His heavy-set brows furrowed as he continued to study her.
“I need the use of my hands. I can offer you a trade, or I can travel to the next town to find someone more interested in what I may offer,” she said, her voice calm and studied, still with the tinge of something deep and primal lacing her words. She offered out her hands in demonstration and her wings fluttered, as though readying herself for takeoff.
Glaurakos arched his brow, his eyes still on her. He slowly lifted his weapon and slid it deftly into a series of clasps down his back between his wings.
“And you know the area well enough to make it there safely in the nude?” he asked, humour edging his voice, a curl upon his lips. “Pray tell what, angel, would you trade in your current state should you get there alone?”
“My uncertain safety is the reason I chose to proposition you, first,” She smiled, lowering her gaze and bowing her head in a show of trust, though she was still quite alert, tension running along her spine. She righted herself quickly. “As for what I may offer, well…” Her wings receding to a relaxed position along her spine, her hands still held in front of her pelvis, “I’m sure there are many things a man in the wilds may want for.” Her green eyes caught his briefly as she took demure steps towards him, her toes touching the ground first, letting herself down softly as she approached the half devil.
The words of the woman were strange to him. Not at all what he was expecting from an angelic figure. He made no move, though, not the slightest flinch at her approach. He was confident in his own defense and not at all worried about what she could do to him.
“You are no angel,” he said, a slight smirk curving the corner of his lips. “Or else you are the most practical one I have ever met.” His raspy, unnaturally deep voice was a light boom even as he spoke softly to her.
“I believe in being practical,” she smiled coyly at him, letting her head tilt to the side as she subtly pressed her chest forward, her breasts only barely hidden behind the light garment, the bottom of it rippling.
“How did you come to be caught?” Glaurakos asked, his voice filled with curiosity, and a tinge of something more; an instinctual interest in her.
“I was resting and, I suppose in my exhaustion, I let my guard down.” She pouted, pressing her lush bottom lip outward, a pleasant peachy-pink against her pale flesh. “If you could undo me, I will repay you.”
Lifting a hand up to her face, Glaurakos took hold of her cheeks, pinching her chin firmly, but avoiding pricking or cutting her with his clawed digits.
“If you truly meant it, you’d have offered me your services earlier,” he said, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice further still, his breath warm and pleasant on her flesh. “I’ve proven my word already, haven’t I?”
Though it had just been pragmatic to release her. With two captives free, the slavers would scatter, distracted in their search for two quarries rather than just the one.
“You have,” she replied, her voice honeyed and seductive. “Though without my hands, I can’t promise it will be all it could be.” She held his gaze, her posture neither begging nor pleading in nature, but insistent.
He loosed his grasp on her face, his nose twitching as he sniffed at her, nostrils flaring. He shifted his wings, the hooked claws upon each one curved in around his arms, and back around his shoulders.
Lowering his hand, he let the back of one thick finger trail along her tiny pink slip, grazing her breast lightly as he stepped back further into the shadows of the tree. Her body responded instantly, hardening against the soft material. His wings clung to him, giving him the appearance of a haughty arch-devil, a lord of the Pits of Hell vanishing into the black of shadow.
“Come,” he ordered, turning and moving through the trees without looking behind. He led her to a small clearing beneath the completely dark canopy, the foliage thick above them from the large, towering trees. A massive stone sat in the middle of the clearing, and he walked around it, checking the area, his fiendish eyes inspecting the dark keenly before turning back to her.
Her footsteps were light, and she stayed on her toes as she danced after Glaurakos, her slip clinging to her torso as it billowed backward with her swift movements. A few moments passed before her eyes adjusted to the forest’s dark.
“I doubt anyone would have stumbled upon us there, though I respect your desire for privacy,” she said.
“Those slavers won’t come into the woods,” he answered in a gruff rasp, his stance firm and tall, legs still positioned into the ground wide apart like metal pillars. His hands moved from beneath his wings to his belt, and he began to unbuckle it casually, gazing on her with a stern look. “But we’d be fools to stand around in a clearing for long.” The metal clasp of his belt clinked as he pulled it open.
She took a step towards him.
“Fair enough.” Her eyes trailed from his face to watch his hands work at his belt, a flash of hunger showing for a fleeting moment in her eyes as she forced herself to look away, a teasing smile curling up her lips. “We’d be very unlucky to be caught twice.”
“We’d be very dumb is the word,” he said gruffly, undoing his pants but not pulling them open. The tight leather beneath the armour clung to his form, even without the belt. He stepped in toward her, meeting her as she casually sauntered closer. He grasped her slender shoulder, taking a firm hold. Strong, even for a half-breed of his size, he twisted her form to push her toward the large rock, the stone taller than she. He pressed himself against her backside.
She raised her chained arms to brace herself, showing no resistance to his touch. The heels of her palms impacted against the stone, her manacles rattling. Her wings parted from her back, allowing him to pull himself closer, his unnatural heat smothering her.
He moved a powerful hand down to her waist, holding her firmly. He pinched her thin stomach as he reached between them, his hand pushing back the leather of his pants to reach in for his member. Leaning over her back, he smelled at her hair and neck again.
“Something tells me such a trade isn’t so uncommon for you,” he growled as he pushed her slip up over her hips. Her breath caught in her throat. He freed his cock from the tight confines of his leather pants and pressed it against her bare slit, the bulging head broad and massive. It was a true reflection of his fiendish nature it pulsed large and hard against her.
His voice cut in with an edge to his words, “You’re no angel at all.”
Poised on her tiptoes, she felt the hot flare of his member press against her equally hot nethers, perpetually slick and craving. She had a mild tuft of hair above her slit, leaving her bare around the lips. Her body bore back toward him, encouraging and inviting.
No, she certainly didn’t act like an angel.
With a loud grunt he jabbed himself into her wet and willing body in one motion, her slick cunny walls tight but still drawing him in as he delved into her depths. Groaning, he brought his other hand against her hip, taking a firm hold of her hips, grinding himself inside her, his voice a throaty groan.
“You’re a deceptive little thing. A deceiver to the core,” he said, pulling his hips back and ramming them forward again, hilting himself in her.
She didn’t refute his charge as her womanhood clung to him tightly, her elbows and forearms bracing for each impact. Held in place by his powerful grip, her skin prickled with need.
Her white flesh gleamed in contrast to the darkness of the forest, the grey-black of the rock, her body pure and pristine with no flaws or blemishes but for a small beauty mark just below her left wing. Her ass curved, but didn’t offer much padding against his powerful motions. He slammed into her again and she moaned a sound of genuine relief and pleasure.
One of his hands moved up her side as the rough, carelessly hard thrusts continued, sliding up her smooth flesh. He raised the pink slip as he neared her breast, a sharp claw prodding and pricking it before his rough palm encompassed and squeezed it fully.
The half-breed brute grunted and groaned freely as he rammed into her, his own eyes heavily lidded with his desire. The pain collided with the pleasure, enriching the sensations, she felt alive with her need.
She was delighted to be manhandled, moaning just as openly as he with each thrust. He slid his other hand up her spine towards her hair, coiling the dark strands about his powerful fingers and tugging her head back with a firm grasp, bucking into her, utterly lost in his own gratification.
She gasped, her throat exposed, eyes fluttering open to see if there was a weapon above waiting to kiss her pure flesh. Seeing none, she shuddered with pent up delight, the rush of the fear coursing heavily through her, throbbing in her tiny pink nub.
Glaurakos bent his knees, bringing himself down to her height, even as she stood upon her toes to meet him, and his bucks came wild and harder. His pointed tongue licked his lips, his cock swelling inside her.
Her eyes fluttered open and closed again, not quite knowing whether to look for danger around them or revel in the danger buried within her folds and enjoy him to her fullest.
His hand tugged harder on her hair while he squeezed her breast and painfully pressed a nipple between two clawed digits. She let out a tiny squeak while he pinched her nipple; the erect, pinked flesh sensitive to the half-devil’s touch. He released her raven locks only to grab at her neck, his fingers curling around and clenching her throat, pounding fast. Her eyes widened in shock and her nails clawed into the stone as she began to lose breath and struggle with alarm.
His strong fingers clutch tightly, closing off her breath as his claws jab at her flesh like threatening daggers. But all the while, his hand continued to grasp her breast, clenching and molesting its pale white flesh as he thrust frantically and erratically. A low, raspy moan built into a loud growling groan, signaling his impending climax. His unnaturally large cock swelled within her, burning with impending release.
With one last thrust he threw back his head and unleashed his load, the only movements now the reactive twitches of his hips and the bulging throbs of his dick within her.
Her hands pounded flatly on the rock, manacles jangling, her cunt twitching with her fear, the tiny spasms of breathlessness lingering throughout her body as she struggles for precious air, her wings fluttering with annoyance.
Feeling her jerk forward in an attempt to free herself, he moved with her, his large body staying close and trying to prevent himself from slipping free. He failed, and a few strands of his pearly semen trailed across her slit.
Breathing heavily, he released her neck, his hand upon her breast keeping her from falling forward.
She leaned against him, letting his rough grasp hold her steadily as she struggled to regain her breath. She coughed.
Licking at his lips with his pointed, reddish tongue, he eyes her through narrow slits, admiring his handiwork laced across her ass and back. He reached his hand to her head again, stroking it over her long dark hair, his clawed tips trailing through her long flowing mane.
“What are you? Tell me the truth,” he demanded in a husky, rasping voice.
Her head tilted toward him as he stroked her hair. “I’m sure you’ve guessed,” she said hesitantly, her voice laced with awkward residual pain.
Letting his hand move down through her hair, he continued petting her.
“You look angelic…” he said matter-of-factly, but with a bit of appreciation. His fingers slid from her hair, tracing her spine, and he let one clawed finger move across her wing a bit. “You’re a half-angel” he said in a light whisper. It dawned on him then, “No… You’re an avian, aren’t you?”
She shrugged her shoulders, her feathers ruffling in the night air, soft to his flawed touch, the muscle flinching at the unexpected sharpness. She turned to face him, never leaving her tip toed position.
“Partly,” she admitted softly. “We aren’t so different, then.”
His sharp elven ears, almost hidden beneath his horns, twitched at her voice. His eyes narrowed, though not in irritation or anger, just curiosity as he inspected her face closely. His thumb idly stroked the curve of her breast. The avians were an elusive species, innocent yet beguiling. They could be more similar to demons than angels with their hedonistic ways, though their appearances offered great camouflage.
It also meant that she would be far more useful than he imagined. Though he hadn’t thought much of it earlier, there hung a faint smell of certain herbs in her hair. He had to wonder if she’d had some training in spell craft and potions.
“So it seems. I’m glad I didn’t ask and you hadn’t told me until I finished,” he smirked.
“I wouldn’t tell at all if I were not at your, ah, mercy,” she said softly, her voice still touched with the after effects of his tight grasp. She sucked her lower lip, not bothering to correct her disheveled outfit. She offered her wrists to him.
“Mercy indeed.” He let his red glowing eyes move down over her form once more, his finger trailing up over her neck which he rudely grabbed and choked. His brow arched as he noticed the red marks of his heated hands, her angry red flesh burning most with his fiery nature. Glaurakos tucked his member back into his pants before he stepped back, buckling his belt.
Her gaze passed briefly over his disappearing member, lingering there long enough for him to notice.
“Hold them apart and as steady as you can,” he commands gruffly, reaching for his sword and turning his attention toward her hands.
Her pale, slender wrists part as her body shrunk away from the manacles, her slip fluttering down properly over her body and hiding her glossy folds. She held her breath, waiting for the sword’s impact.
Glaurakos swept his two-handed blade in one smooth, heavy arc. A dull clank filled the air as it broke through the bonds, severing them entirely with one blow. Though it jarred her arms downward, he didn’t nick her.
“Can you pick them now? Otherwise, put it to the rock there,” he pointed to a high, sharp corner of the stone, “and I’ll bust each part open.”
She did as he ordered, and he placed his large, coarse hand over her wrist and manacle, holding it firmly in his grasp. He nudged her hand away from the extended part of the steel mechanism, where the loose broken chain links dangled and two bolts held it together about her wrist.
“Keep your hand away. This’ll hurt,” he warned
Despite his words, he forcibly pushed her hand out of danger and swung his weapon again, damaging the weapon with a rough impact that jarred her painfully as he warned, but it wasn’t enough to break it. He repeated the motion again, bashing it open for the manacle to be pried free by his strong hands, grunting as he opened it enough for her to free her wrist.
She breathed an audible sigh of relief in the eerie stillness of the deep forest, her eyes finding his, filled with warm gratitude as she flexed her freed hand. A light spark of arcane energy flowed between them before it dissipated, a little more than a brief shock of purple light.
“Thank you,” she said gratefully.
Eyeing her with a certain air of caution at first he nodded to her. Pointing to the other manacle still remaining he said, “Can you free yourself of that one now that your one hand is free? I can do the same to that, but…” He smirked a little, reaching out his free hand to stroke at her long hair with the backs of his fingers lightly, “I’d imagine it’d be softer if you had a spell for such a thing.”
She nodded, looking up at him and took a brief step backwards, still on tiptoes as she brought her legs together. Standing straight she began a quiet incantation, short and with few words, but each one crackled with the promise of power as the manacle quickly dropped from her wrist, just barely missing her foot as it collided with the moist ground.
She flexed both her hands in triumph as she stepped closer to him once more, giving him a polite bow of respect. “I am indebted to you, Master…” she looked to him for his name.
With his broad great sword in one hand, the tip tilting down towards the ground but not touching, his free hand raises to her jaw to lightly cup it.
His voice rolls out throaty and raspy, “Master, is it?” A light grin forms on his lips, “Glaurakos. And you, winged vixen?”
“Consider it an honorarium to one who has indebted me so. You could have killed me many times over. Or, well, you could have tried. In earnest,” She looked at him once more, eyes scanning across the full of his face. “Lilah, at your service.”
His beautifully elven features marred by his fiendish heritage stared down at her stoically before his grin returned. His fingers twitched and move along her cheeks and chin, stroking lightly, the rough edges of his digits scraping along her skin.
“A lovely name for such a deceptively lovely woman.” He licked his full lips once more with his pointed, red tongue. “You’re right, I could have killed you. But there had been nothing in it for me, and I made quite a bargain.” He adds, “Both times,” with a smirk. “Where were you headed when they caught you?”
“North,” she said simply, staring at him with wide eyes, her pale cheeks flushed with an attractive pink rush of blood, her lips looking almost swollen. “Yourself?”
Continuing the light but coarse stroking of his fingers along her cheeks and chin he continued to appreciate her beauty. “Likewise. And you,” he let his gaze sweep down over her slight form, so barely covered, “are as yet still in need of assistance, are you not? I feel another deal may be in order.” He cracked a smile at her, barely a grin. “How well do you know these lands?”
“I’ve travelled nearby paths many times. On foot and by air. It has been many years since I have last passed through, but I know the lands. What did you have in mind, if you already feel this to be a bargain with your upper hand?”
“As you say, a man alone has needs you can fulfill. And these forests won’t shelter us long. It is home to hostile wild elves, Lilah.” He trailed his thumb from her jawline up to her lower lip, prodding the plush flesh with his pointed claw lightly. His voice takes on a more serious tone abruptly, “You will aid me on my journey north as I see fit, and in return I’ll protect you. Get you some more supplies. I’ve had mine taken from me as well, but with my sword and armour I at least will be able to claim for us new ones much easier than you could.” He tore his gaze away from her body to meet her eyes again, “Deal?”
She paused, mulling her options, her brow furrowing as she looked up at the canopy. Very little light filtered through, night slowly being cast upon their world. “I am quite capable of fighting without armour and, should I need to, I have been able to come to many amicable agreements in troubled times before.” She held his gaze, her voice lowering to just above a whisper, “However, you have shown me great kindness today, which I will reward in turn.”
Tracing the pointed tip of his claw along her lip carefully, he smiled down at her, raising his sword and slipping it onto his back once more, securing it firmly there. “I’ve little doubt you have a decent chance at it alone. But it will be an easier, safer time with me. And will cost you little to nothing you wouldn’t gladly give me or want for yourself regardless.”
Her eyes flickered away from him as her lips curved upwards.
“Ah, well, aren’t you presumptuous,” she said with a smug grin.
He chuckled, his broad-set shoulders heaving a bit. He smiled in amusement.
“We do both, after all, seek to go the same route, do we not? And one room is cheaper than two.” He smirked down at her, his own smugness showing as he leaned in, muttering quietly, “And I promise I won’t waste so much time on foreplay when next we rut, lovely Lilah.”
She smirked deviously at his sarcasm before glancing away, her ebony hair rustling over her shoulder. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the devilish heat emitting from him, stroking him with her thumb lightly before pulling away once more, offering her hand to his.
“Then we’ll shake to our mutual aiding of one another. We will, after all, likely come to rely on my subtleties to getting certain provisions and discounts, won’t we? I dare say you haven’t an inkling of just how much of a bargain you may be receiving in this.”
He tilted his head at her curiously, his eyes glancing to her hand. He smiled quickly, his grin widening across his golden face. He extended his own large hand, wrapping it around her slender digits and squeezing. Much to her surprise, he bent forward courteously, and kissed the back of her hand as he twisted it around, some of his long golden-orange hair spilling down and tickling her skin before he rises back up.
“An interesting woman you are. We have a deal.”
Lilah’s face remained blank, though she was secretly pleased he thought to kiss her hand. She would not give much away to her mysterious new ‘friend’ if she could help it.
He puffed out his chest, but didn’t relinquish her hand.
“However, to barter and discount we will need something to do it with. And for that, I shall procure us our first bounty.” He peered up through the canopy, noting the darkening sky through the limbs. “You will grow cold wandering about in nothing,” he stated plainly, looking back to her. “If we can’t make it to some farm house or traveller in time you will likely have to huddle close for warmth this eve.”
“I’m not unused to spending an eve in the wilds with less comforting company, and they didn’t radiate such a, ah, masculine heat,” she paused, looking at him through her long, dark lashes. “But if you would be more comfortable within the confines of a building, I’ll support that notion as well.”
Smiling smugly down at her, he enjoyed Lilah’s candor. Though intelligent, he was by no means a particularly charming man himself. He was more suited to cunning.
“Very well,” he pulled her closer to him, tugging her into his chest, “Let’s not have it be said I wasn’t accommodating to a lovely woman’s wishes. Not yet anyway.”
His two hands moved around her, feeling over her slender form through the thin fabric of her slip. One moved down to cup over the round swell of her rear.
Joshua and Michelle Keep love to combine fantasy, scifi, horror, romance and mystery into exciting and titillating stories.
They are long term, loving partners in a very happy relationship and because of this, they love to torture their characters. Dark romance touches all of their stories in one way or another, from elicit trysts to forbidden love.
Some of their work contains dubious consent and erotic pain, so it’s not for the faint of heart. Their stories are often called twisted and arousing — at the same time.
Owners of Darknest Fantasy Erotica, Joshua and Michelle Keep have been writing smut for over 10 years.
18+. Content warnings and word counts are available on the second page of all books.