Page 1 of Amethyst and Iron
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~Sylas~
Three Years Ago
Hero.
Savior.
Liberator.
That was what they’d taken to calling me.
To the work I did in the shadows.
In truth, I was no hero.
I couldn’t afford to be.
The world we lived in required much more than that.
Somebody who could operate in the gray, and often, in total fucking blackness.
I was condemnation, punishment, and brutal justice all wrapped up into one highly effective vigilante package.
A dark god of wrath and vengeance.
My reputation had spread.
Beyond the scope of just being revered or feared for being a rare breed.
A necromancer who existed out in the open.
And one incredibly learned who possessed near indomitable power.
They came to me now.
So many requiring my special services.
But as of this very moment, I was off the proverbial clock, taking a much-needed pleasure break.
“Umph…” Nathanial, the Light Fae I’d met on the dance floor earlier, spluttered around a mouthful of my cock as I twisted three fingers deep inside his ass. His magic sparked, a sunflower-yellow spreading over my thigh and sending a sharp thrill through me.
It sent me deeper into a pleasure haze and the delectably fierce wolf, Ana, who’d been grinding against us both earlier, shrieked as I switched my sweet torment of her cunt to wild and feral. She let out a wolf howl and slammed her cunt back against me as she gyrated on the golden chaise on her hands and knees.
Normally, it wouldn’t be possible for magic to spark at all.
Not in this establishment, because of the Inhibitor that was usually in effect to prevent magic usage. But twice a month, it had a free-for-all night where the Inhibitor was dropped.
And that was the only time that I’d ever come here.
I didn’t like being without my magic, without feeling it, or suffering from it being muted. As a necromancer, my magic technically operated on a different frequency, so the Inhibitor couldn’t impact me completely, but it did have me feeling a strain and an awful weight upon me when it was active. Absolutely not for me in the least.
So tonight, while it was one of those exceptions, I was here to enjoy all that I could from Polaris, the infamous supernatural club that allowed its patrons to explore their deepest desires in a safe and open-minded space.
Just like I was relishing doing now.
Well, sort of.
