Page 18 of Marked By the Dark Lord
Bigfoot?
When it passed, Red-Eyes was closer. I could practically see his cock against his pants now. Knowing that I was making him hard had a reflexive action on me. I bit down as my nipples grew hard and warmth circled my clit, the blood swelling my mound against my desires. The man hadhornsand skin far darker than any human. It seemed to swallow the light.
He was evil. There were dark stains on parts of his outfit. Was that blood?
“Who is this?” he growled as he approached, addressing his question to the man in gray. “Why have you brought her here?”
“Lord Rokk,” the man said with clear respect and perhaps a bit of fear as he turned to see the speaker. “She is under arrest for the unauthorized use of magic.”
I barely heard the reply.LordRokk? The monster, the verymanlymonster, was a lord of this place? That meant he was in charge. Perhaps he could help me.
“Please,” I begged. “Help me. Release me. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know where I am. I—”
My throat closed as Rokk leaned closer to me, his nostrils flaring wide, sucking all moisture from my mouth. Even breathing was hard. The hairs on my body stood on end as he ran his eyes up and down my body, his gaze lingering on certain intimate places as if he could see past the flimsy clothes that covered me.
“Lots of bruises,” Lord Rokk remarked.
“Mostly self-inflicted.”
Rokk’s eyebrow rose.
“You don’t care about things like bruises when you’re running for your life,” I said sullenly. “I fell down a hill. There were a lot of trees. Do the math.”
“And this?” Rokk asked, suddenly grabbing my chin and wrenching my head to the side. “That looks like a boot.”
“None of your business,” I hissed in a mixture of pain and defiance, trying to ignore the surge of heat where his fingers touched my jaw. It felt good.
Too good.
I shook my head free. The monster withdrew his hand, but not before I caught him looking at his fingers briefly. Had he felt it, too? What was going on?
“I can smell the magic on you,” he said disdainfully, suddenly standing up tall, any hint of a connection gone. Hatred turned his eyes baleful. “Despicable. Forbidden without permission. A scrawny thing like you would never get permission, either. It’s the Court for you.”
I shivered. Everyone kept talking about the Court. What was it? Why was it so bad?
“At least you’ll have company,” Lord Rokk grunted as he stormed off. “Fitting company, too.”
His captive's eyes went wide as he was dragged behind the giant monster with red eyes and a magnificent ass.
Stop it, Mila. Get yourself together. You’re going to die here. Stop thinking about what his cock looks like!
The gray man gestured at the minotaurs holding me, and our little procession headed down a large boulevard toward a giant building of black stone that towered over everything around it.
“Let me guess,” I said as my voice recovered from Rokk’s close presence. “We’re going to the evil tower thing, aren’t we?”
“You can drop the act,” the man in gray grunted. “It’s getting annoying.”
“What act? I have no idea where I am or why or who any of you are. If I was acting, then I should be in movies winning Oscars, don’t you think?”
One of the minotaurs cuffed me across the side of the head at a gesture from the man in gray. I groaned, seeing stars for a brief second.
“Ow,” I hissed.
Gray-Man sighed. “You are in The Place Behind. You are on your way to the Court to be judged for your crimes. What is not clear about that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, everything?” I said, dripping sarcasm.
“If you knew nothing, then you wouldn’t have been able to defeat three Gray Knights with your magic,” he countered. “So, either you’re lying and pretending you’re dumb, hoping we’ll go softer on you, or you somehow used stronger magic without knowing. What doyouthink I’m going to assume is the case?”
