Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
He felt her get nearer to him before she spoke on.
“I had wanted to take their vengeance. Those women you violated. Those women you slaughtered. Giving him use of your flesh as many times as your people took their flesh. But we can’t wait that long. Violating you thirty-two thousand times would take years. It might take centuries.”
He released a hand to start to draw in the dirt, the beginnings of a spell.
“Don’t be stupid,” she murmured, and he could tell she was drifting away from him. “Do you think your magic works here? The merfolk have bound him and bound his magic. I can sink to his lair, and I can rise to the surface, and take him with me, or the girls, but we don’t know how. He’s been powerless for millennia. Until me.”
“We were only doing what—”
All of a sudden, her hand snaked out and caught him by the jaw.
She forced his neck into a painful twist so he would look at her.
She was crouching behind him.
“Don’t,” she snapped. “There is no excuse for what you’ve done. There are no words you can speak. Do you think its these rituals that roused him? How bloody man of you. They had nothing to do with it.”
“Wh-what did?”
She pushed him off and his cheek struck stone.
“It was time. He wakes, he sleeps. He wakes, he sleeps. It’s just that he sleeps for over a thousand years. And he needs someone, that someone being me, to bring him to the surface. We’ve had a few forays, just for him to get the lay of the land and for us to recruit some helpers. But our base will remain down here. At least for a spell.”
He carefully began to drag himself away from her, but when her eyes narrowed, he stopped.
“If you can get to the surface, then I have great power up there,” he informed her. “I’m sure I can rise too. I can help you up there. I know people. And you know I know people who serve the Beast. I have connec—”
“Oh no,” she murmured, reaching out again, and he quailed, but she only stroked his hair. “We’re keeping you. Our little pet. When you aren’t serving him, you’ll serve his harem.” She tipped her head. “Do you know how to cook? They’re mostly quite lovely, but none of those ninnies knows how to cook.”
“I don’t,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t know how to cook.”
“That’s all right.” Her gaze moved down his body, and a sick smile curved her lips. “You have other uses.”
“I want his mouth,” the creatures deep, velvet voice sounded.
He was like a godly seraph.
And yet, he was a monster.
That smile remained in place as she studied the priest. “He has a quick recovery. And he can come, and come, and come.” She rolled her eyes with exaggeration before she bent over him. “And wait until you see what else he can do when he is not bound to this under-realm. He has such power, such awesome power. And not just with his cock.”
“You are wasting a great resource,” he tried. “I am—”
“Yes,” she sat back on her heels, “who are you?”
“G’Jell of the Go’Doan.”
“No, you aren’t. That’s the name they gave you when they stripped you of who you were so you could be theirs. Who are you?”
“Jellan of Airen,” he whispered a name he hadn’t spoken in decades.
“And you are a great sorcerer?” she asked.
“Yes. Yes, I am. I have much power,” he told her fervently.
“No.” She shook her head. “No, you don’t. You did. But like those girls, all those many girls over the centuries, you have nothing anymore, Jellan. As they were pushed to the point they wished they were dead, you will be pushed to the same. Except your torment will last a great deal longer.”
She then stood, nodded to the Beast, moved toward the opening the other women disappeared through, and he moved toward G’Jell.
Jell scuttled away, but he was caught by the hair at the top of his head, yanked up in a way that caused excruciating pain in his scalp, and then he was force fed cock.
And thus, his torment continued.
77
The Sacred Horn
Melisse
Northwestern Border of the Veil of The Enchantments
WODELL
Gagged, bound, her shoulder having been dislocated somewhere along the way, not having had but minimal water or food for days, Melisse was tossed to the ground within feet of the veil of The Enchantments.
There were a number of men in this party.
Too many of them.
By the goddess, how had they missed this many Go’Doan conspirators?
She was woozy. Concerned about her head wound, dehydrated and ravening, often traveling belly down on the back of a horse, and when she wasn’t, she’d been sequestered with a guard.
Thus, she couldn’t get a lock on how many there were.
One hundred?
Two?
“We are ready?”