Excerpt from SECRETS OF THE EBONITE MINES...this time, a view from the baddies in honor of Halloween! bit.ly/18ZWhcw “Where are you going?” called the soft voice of Phaera to the orc. He spun and immediately reacted as if he’d seen a ghost, shrinking back at the sight of the succubus. Zabalas watched with delight then as Phaera’s appearance altered. He and the orc were the only ones able to see the transformation as she had willed it as such, knowing that Zabalas would indeed enjoy the demonstration. The image of her distorted and immediately reformed into an orc female—one that was appealing to the orc as he stepped forward a few paces, reluctantly at first. She bade him to come to her, arms open in a welcoming way. Her shapely leg came forth from beneath her tunic, egging him on and he complied with her proposal, moving closer to her and eventually taking her in his arms. Her eyes pleaded with him seductively for a kiss. He obliged her. The orc kissed her deeply and his eyes widened at that initial contact as his lips touched her own, a clear twinge of pain appearing on his face. Nevertheless, he continued anyway, unable to stop himself. She kissed him deeply and held him firm with the vigor of demonic strength as he tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out of her threatening embrace, but to no avail. She held the kiss until he stopped fighting her, either from weakness or indifference, and eventually she dropped him to the hard, stone floor. “Impressive,” Zabalas acknowledged with a nod, drawing a sinister smirk of conceit from the succubus, who shifted into her demonic form in response. Her eyes glinted with a twinkle of evil and some of the wrinkles that had adorned her face very recently disappeared, replaced with the smooth skin that reflected the presence of youth. She shook her white hair and it danced loosely along her shoulders. She moaned happily in conjunction as a vibrant vitality flowed intensely within her. “So easily they are fooled,” she purred to the dark warlord. “If only all men were so easily led astray.” She walked hurriedly away from the ominous warlord, who turned a cold look her way at the comment clearly meant for him. He had enjoyed watching her drain the life from the orc in order to revitalize herself though, admiring the self-preserving instincts of the succubi, so close to his own. He followed her down the hallway and stood silently in the doorway to her room, admiring the beautiful demon as she slid onto her bed. She noticed him and lay seductively there in response, waiting for a reaction of some kind. “Send Prishnack to locate the apprentices or Kelgarek’s scouting party,” Zabalas ordered. “It seems that I must pay a visit to the town of Chansuk and see what news the orcs of the Bonemasher clan can give me about their delays in bringing back my artifact. You will accompany me on that journey, along with the others.” Phaera frowned at that order and remained in her bed defiantly for a moment. Zabalas turned to walk away and heard her cursing at him under her breath. He smiled again, admiring her attempts to seduce him. He would expect no less from her. He strode into the hallway, retrieved the barely-living orc and threw it over his massive shoulder. Then he entered his chambers, walking calmly past both Sadreth and Kaldar and into the shadows at the back of the room, where he disappeared behind a large, heavy door. The sounds of an orc’s cries of pain echoed briefly for a few moments after, and then silence once more flooded the chamber’s space.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 02:17:22 +0000
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