Page 139 of The Book Reader
“I looked for you every day. I tried my hardest to save you. I—” my voice breaks with my tears. “—couldn’t, my love. I just couldn’t.” I close my eyes and wish to all the gods below and above to take me, so I can be with her forever in whatever afterlife there is. But I know that for me, it will never happen, and I will have to wait until she is reborn into my life again.
Macy has a great deal to answer for. If I could just kill her, all of this would be over, and my Rose would finally have a chance at having a whole and happy life with me. I stand with her still in my arms and move so I can lay her on our bed; even in death, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cold lips.
“I am going to make her pay, baby. She won’t get to us again if I can help it.” I kiss her again before shimmering from my castle to the Palace of Driera, in Evilie. The center of the Underworld.. The gates are open, and as I step through, the guards come over to me, take my arms, and put my wrists in cuffs. I’m not fighting them this time. I’ve come to see their princess, to see if I can make a deal of some kind. She wants the dream realm—that I will never give up, but there must be something that she wants in its place.
She can make a deal with me, or she can die; the choice is hers.
The palace is vast, all back and red, with tall windows and draping curtains that reach from the ceiling to the floor. Reaper daemons float around, darkness radiating from them. It is said that reapers were born alongside the devil; he used them to help rule alongside him. They have no bodies as such; just dark lost souls covered in black cloaks. The only thing in their darkness you can see is the evil of their red eyes. They now work for Tate, as he killed the devil a long time ago. These daemons are controlled by him; they do his dirty work and have their own place in the Underworld. The guards led me to a large room with three thrones staged in it. This room is also black, with no windows, as if it doesn’t want any light to touch the darkness.
Macy stands presumably in front of her throne. Her green and black hair is styled into a bob, her eyes glowing bright red. “Gaelan? To what do I owe this pleasure? Is she not fully dead? Maybe I should have cut her head all the way off after all!” she laughs, and in that moment, I want to rip her head off and kick it
into the next Underworld, but I hold my tongue.
“I’m here to make a deal with you,” I say.
She laughs, “And what deal is it you believe you can make with me? You do remember who I am, don’t you?” she asks, amused.
“Yes, I know who you are. I also know you like to collect daemons. So, I offer you my life for hers.” My voice shakes. If I can just give my Rose more time with her book, more time to get her powers, I know she will be able to stop Macy and break me out of the deal.
“Your life for hers? What makes you think I need you for anything?”
“I am a lord,” is all I have to offer her.
“I am a princess of hell, Gaelan. I do not need you for anything.” She walks over to me. “Well, I could use you for something,” she trails her finger down the front of my body. I close my eyes to keep myself from wincing. “I do not need alord, Gaelan, but I need a good fuck—someone who can provide me with that whenever I want.” Her hand lowers, and she cups my cock through my pants. “Mmm, big boy, what do you say?” she squeezes again, making me hiss in disgust.
“Fuck you.” I spit with as much venom as I can master. She can have my lord's services, but only my Rose gets me like that.
“Now, Gaelan, is that any way to talk to someone…” She squeezes my cock harder, using it to pull me forward, whispering in my ear, “Who can make you do anything she wants?”
She steps back and nods. The two daemons from earlier come over and unclip the cuffs from my wrists before turning and leaving. Macy stays staring at me with a sickly-sweet smile on her face. I frown, wondering what she is waiting for. This woman can never be trusted.
My head starts to spin a little, a wave of dizziness hits me, and I stumble forward.
“Most lords are difficult to hurt, as you know. You and I would almost be equally matched in any battle; the only difference is, of course, your daemon. The devil made it clear that no woman shall have one.” Her voice is starting to sound more distant, as if she's at the end of a long corridor.
Bile burns my throat as a wave of nausea hits me, and my vision gets blurry. I try to turn but fall to the ground, knocking the air out of my body.
“What the devil did not tell his lords,” Macy continues with a laugh, “is that everyone has a weakness—a flower he could use if any of them stepped out of hand. Of course, that didn’t matterwhen it came to my father; he is different from all of us, but for everyone else. It works. Do you want to know what it is?”
I crawl toward where I think the door is going to be; my vision has almost gone. I need to get out of here. I should never have come here.
“There is this little flower that grows high in the Reapers’ land—it’s black and is a product of pure darkness. If a high enough dose is given, it’s like slipping a lord some Rohypnol. Give the lord enough and he is completely useless.” She lowers and grabs hold of my face. She squeezes my lips open and pours a clear liquid into my mouth. Holding my mouth shut, she pinches my nose closed to force me to swallow. The liquid burns on the way down, settling into my stomach like lead. I want to fight her, but I can’t move my hands, or the rest of my body for that matter.
She smiles. “Then all I have to do is slip you some liquid lust, and I get what I want.” She leans forward and kisses me, biting into my lower lip before she lets me go. I try to shimmer away, but my powers are not working; it’s like everything in my body fell asleep apart from my cock, which is far from sleep. I silently beg it to go down.
Something is shifting around me, I’m close to passing out, and I don’t know what’s going on. I’m awake long enough to feel the soft blankets of a bed under me. My arms are pulled to the side, and the last thing I see before it all goes black is Macy’s face looking down at me, the hunger in her eyes making my stomach turn.
I’m notsure how long I was out for. I kept waking up to moans and groans of pleasure, and I knew they were not coming from me.
This time, when I wake up, I don’t have the pleasure of falling back asleep. Macy’s wet pussy moves up and down my cock, her hips thrusting faster and faster. I try not to moan, I try to tell my body that this isn’t the woman that I want, this is not my love, but it has other ideas. My hips buck up, and my body begins to shake. My eyes lock on her tits, on the way her head is thrown back in pleasure, on how she is using my body for her need and partly feeding mine. When she sees my eyes open, she grins down at me before using her claws to slash the skin on my chest open.
“Don’t fight it, Gaelan. I knew we would always be good together, look at us. I bet she was never like this,” her words sting more than I’m willing to show her. She places her hands on my chest, bounces, rolling her hips, until I can no longer hold it in. The pleasure running over me makes me arch off the bed and groan loudly with my release, just as she finds hers. My cum spills into her body before dripping down my length. She laughs, then lowers to lick my lips. “It was nice to have you awake for that last one. I knew you would be a good boy,my pet.” She kisses me before climbing off the bed, moving over to the window, and throwing it open.
Movement slowly returns to my body, the slight tingle of powers coming back. “I am thinking this deal is much better than yours,” she turns to face me, “now I have you in my bed,I shall keep you here, and I shall make sure the Book Reader either comes to work for me, or I will kill her. Again.”
The fuck am I staying here?
I may have to sit in a pit of bleach for moons after this.
