Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You are,” she says gently. “And I promise, as my Blood-servant, your need will be met and your thirst will be quenched. But for now, put on your clothing, gather your armor, and follow me.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, as I bend to start picking up my things which the shadows stripped from me.
Her answer both chills me…and makes me throb with need.
“To my tower of course—so that you can take the Oath of Submission and become mine.”
5
Sylvanna
So my brave Paladin is a virgin. It’s not surprising, considering the untamed Light magic coursing through his big body. I’ll have to see to that quickly and luckily I have just the thing—a Collar of Control.
It’s one of the few benign magical artifacts in my collection with no chance of magical addiction or adverse side effects. It simply collects the magic of the wearer and allows either them or the one who holds the collar’s key to channel it in a controlled way. Naturally, I will be holding the key, which means I’ll have access to Alaric’s power.
That’s a good thing, especially if I decide to take him to the City. If things work as I hope they will, he can help me collect The Heart of the Eclipse, right under Kraven’s nose.
Naturally, this plan is not without hurdles. Before I can travel to the City of Night, I’ll have to train my Paladin to act like a proper Blood-servant. I wouldn’t even try this with a normal barbarian from Solaris. But having seen into Alaric’s memories, I know that he craves submission, even if he won’t admit it to himself. I can use that part of him to train him properly and it works well for me as I quite enjoy being a Mistress.
I’ll also enjoy raising power with him. Magic may be raised by blood, pain, or pleasure—I intend to use all three as I train my new Paladin. I’m tired of using my magical Pleasure Wand all the time to build power, though I acknowledge to myself that I’ll need to use it at least a little longer, until he’s properly trained.
I can’t start out by riding him—no matter how intriguing I find the massive shaft between his legs. Even with a collar on, that much lust and pleasure would cause an explosion. No, I must take things slowly.
Of course, there’s also the problem of what to do once we get The Heart of the Eclipse and return it to my tower. Alaric is determined to bring it back to his GodKing, which I cannot allow. But by then, I’m sure I’ll think of something. The main thing is to get it away from Kraven, who’s a much more dangerous foe. He has High Born blood in his veins—The Heart will react to his touch, much as it reacts to mine. I cannot risk him having it.
Which means I must, for a time at least, entrust myself to the hands of a DayBorn barbarian. Well, at least I know that Kraven hasn’t been tampering with him. And with a little discipline, hopefully everything will fall into place.
I’m already planning my next moves as I mount my horse and lead Alaric towards my tower.
6
Alaric
We leave the horses at the stables located at the bottom of the tower, though I’m reluctant at first.
“What about feeding them? I can’t leave Destrider without food. And his saddle’s still on—he’ll get sores!” I protest as she turns to the door at the foot of the tall, stone tower that reaches like an accusing finger into the night sky.
Sylvanna gives me an appraising look.
“I like you for caring what happens to your horse, my Paladin. But worry not—my stables are spelled to care for the animals within.”
She points and my eyes widen as I see Destrider’s saddle is being removed. He snorts and prances a bit, uneasy with the invisible hands that are divesting him of his gear, but I can tell he isn’t being hurt.
Sylvanna’s horse—a dappled mare—stands quietly, munching hay as the invisible servants also remove her saddle. Clearly she’s used to this kind of treatment.
“You see? No harm will come to him,” Sylvanna tells me. “Now come with me.”
Her tone makes it clear this is a command, not a request. For some reason, my shaft stirs in my breeches. I take note of the reaction and then try not to think about it.
“Yes, Mistress,” I say sarcastically.
Sylvanna only nods.
“Very good. That is the correct way to address me. Now come—we must get you bathed so that you can take your oath.”
We go through a carved oaken door which has been painted black with mystical silver symbols marked upon it. Sylvanna places her palm on the symbol in the middle and murmurs a few words. I can’t hear what they are but I get the impression they’re in another language—perhaps some magical tongue that only sorcerers speak.