Latest Novel in progress...here is a sample: He made it to his knees again and gritted his teeth at seeing the revolting display, trying to rise. He was seething with anger at first, hearing the brash response o the arrogant demoness. But suddenly, he was not so angry about it. As a matter of fact, it made perfect sense to him. Why indeed was he trying to fight it at all, he suddenly wondered, as he made it to his feet. Gone was the pain from his aching bones and resolute warmth and calm enveloped him. He realized how silly it was to resist the demons and the slagfell. Their purpose and reason washed over him like an epiphany. How had he not understood it before? It was so clear to him now. And again, without warning, the sensation of acquiescence left him abruptly. Anger quickly replaced complacency in one complete and utter contradiction. His face twisted into a mask of indignation, infuriated at the fact that they were able to possess him with such relative ease. He was seething with anger at having had his will so easily accessed and dominated—at becoming nothing more than a plaything for these vile abominations. With that fury guiding his actions, the dwarf reached his hand through the gate and grasped the closest of the two succubi by her collar—a red and black leather strap that surrounded her milky white neck that hung loosely across her chest—and yanked her toward him with force. He managed to tug at her so violently and with such tremendous strength, that she collided with the unforgiving iron of his cell. He heard her neck snap in twain under the power of his aged muscles—muscles compelled by the outright rage at having his spirit sullied. A grim satisfaction washed over him for a split second before despair and sadness took its place. He tried to fight against it once more, understanding that the remaining succubus was using her abilities to take control of his mind. Her eyes glowed with a viable hatred. He sent a wall of anger up and pressed hard against the magic of the demoness with his resolute will, but it did him no good. He once more found himself admiring the succubus and wanted so much to please her. He walked to the cell door and she grasped him, pulling him in tight and she planted her lips on his. He experienced what could only be described as euphoria as their lips locked. Sensations of lust and satisfaction replaced all else and yet, he felt his life force dwindling. He was cognizant of the act and what was happening, but he knew it was best to give his life for her.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 22:48:08 +0000
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