9781618851307WitchsBrewShayNC (55 page)

Saylym sighed, stepped past the beaded curtain, and
re-entered the business part of her shop. She stilled at the sight of a
stranger standing behind the counter as if he owned the place. “Who are you?”

The man looked up from the book of Black Magick he’d been
reading.

“Get out from behind there,” she ordered. “How did you get
in? The door was locked.” She cast a wary eye at the door and realized it was
still locked. Oh, crap!

He
stepped around the counter, away from the shadows, and Saylym felt her heart
pick up its beat. The thing standing before her was no longer a
waken,
or
even a warlock, if that’s what he’d ever been, but something about the way he
moved looked vaguely familiar. So did his eyes. She swallowed hard. This man
had been in her shop a few days earlier. She remembered him, because he’d made
her feel so uneasy. He'd given her the creeps then. He was creepier now.

He watched her, the eyes flat and black as night. Cold.
Merciless. A creature consumed by hate, filled with evil. The two things
blasted her like a hot furnace. Its face resembled a deformed leather mask,
obscene, cracking like a dry riverbed. The rank smell rising from its body
filled the room, surrounded her, and brought tears to her eyes.

Viscous
saliva slid slowly down the corners of its mouth. The creature gave a facsimile
of a smile, its thick lips twisted in a repugnant grimace that looked hideous
as hell.

“Get
out!” she repeated.

“I
think not, my lovely.” The creature wiped glutinous drool from its chin with
the back of its claw-like hand.

Its
voice sounded gruff, rough as gravel.

*
* * *

Black Drayke stepped closer to the witch, shedding his
shirt. He could no longer tolerate clothing touching his flesh. It made his
skin crawl, as if thousands of bugs were burrowed beneath the leathery flesh
scaling his now muscular body. He felt miserable. His skin itched and burned
with need.

He ripped away his trousers and grinned at the look of
revulsion that swept across the beauty’s face. He glanced down at the heavy,
semi-erect cock that lay long and thick above the full, spongy sacs.

Shivering with pleasure, he hissed and extended the black
wings from his back. He felt the sharp, pointed horns spear upward from his
head. Two-inch fangs burst free and extended over his bottom lip. He stepped
forward, testing his razor-sharp teeth with a cautious fingertip.

Hunger stirred in his belly. Raw, sexual hunger, a need
that clawed unendingly, and which he could never quite satisfy. He stared at
the beautiful witch before him and then down at his cock. It hardened and
stretched, as if he’d commanded it to respond from just his glance.

He
wanted to devour this beauty, needed to slake the wild hunger forever present
in his loins. The need clamored, beating a wild rhythm in his mind. His head
pounded fiercely. Black fire stabbed at his eyes. His sacs tightened sending
spasms shooting through his groin. His cock jutted upward to full arousal. He
hurt with the throbbing need that escalated in his loins.

Black
Drayke eyed his engorged rod, touched the clear fluid beading there and smeared
it across the thick purple knob.

“This
is all for you, my lovely witch. The last witch I stuck it in screamed like a
banshee, or rather she tried to scream.” He snickered. “For some reason, she
couldn’t seem to make a sound. I’m going to pound you good, ride you hard, and
leave you begging for more.”

* * * *

Too late, Saylym whirled to escape, but one muscular arm
shot out and locked around her slender waist. He dragged her back and jerked
her around to face him, laughing at her useless struggles.

Saylym shoved at the powerful arm squeezing her waist, but
she couldn’t break free of the hold he had on her. Long talons hooked into her
side, sinking deep as they tore into tender flesh, forcing her to remain
utterly still.

With his free hand, he extended a rapier-sharp claw and
ripped the plain white cotton shirt she wore down the middle. The full slopes
of her breasts lay exposed to his black gaze.

Staring in fascinated horror, Saylym watched helplessly as
he slowly dipped his head, sinking those long fangs deep into the fleshy mound
of her left breast. White-hot pain pierced her breast as if he was pumping
venom into her body. She screamed, twisting, but only succeeded in causing the
claws to sink deeper in her waist.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, and pulled harder on her breast.

She heard a wild, slurping sound as he suckled deeply.
Warm blood trickled down the slope of her breast. Slowly, he raised his head,
licking his lips. “You taste delicious. I see why Talon chased after you now. I
think I’ll have another bite.”

Saylym screamed, pushing against his shoulders. She
couldn’t budge him or keep him from sinking his fangs into her exposed breast a
second time. The razor-sharp tips sank deep and she heard his noisy slurp and
deep swallows.

Her struggles were useless. No matter how hard she fought,
she couldn’t get free.

Finally, he released her left breast, only to drag the
razor-sharp points across her right breast, slicing across it like a sharp
knife, then he suckled at the wound, licked the beads of blood off, and groaned
in ecstasy. “You taste sweet, my pretty. Your magic is very potent.”

Dizziness assailed her. In spite of her fear of him, she
clutched his arms to keep from falling. How much of her blood had he drunk? Nausea
swirled through her stomach like black oil. She swayed toward him.

He laughed, drew his finger across her breast and licked
the blood off his fingertip. “Don’t worry, my beauty, I didn’t take enough to
damage you. I just took enough to make you weak. You’ll be less of a problem
for me now.” At last, he eased back, licking the crimson droplets off his lips.
“It was a small taste to satisfy my hunger for the moment.”

“Leave me alone,” she cried. “I’ve done nothing to you!”

His dark eyes glittered with ruthless cruelty. “Oh, but
I’m going to do so much to you. That is but a sample of what is to be between
us. You’re mine now, my beauty. Do not think Talon will come to your rescue.
The beautiful MeLora has imprisoned him in the blackest dungeon of the palace.
By now, he’s a slave to her every wish. Most likely, he’ll spend the day doing
her bidding, fucking her as she commands. If he satisfies her, she might change
her mind about having him flogged tomorrow night.”

“I don’t believe you! Talon would never allow that witch
to touch him.”

He stroked a hideous claw down her aching breast. “MeLora
has a way of making a man do as she commands. He’ll fuck her. He’ll have no
choice.” He laughed. “Surely you do not believe the
waken
prince loves you? An
Impure?
I bet he’ll face public humiliation in the town square tomorrow night. He’ll be
punished for making you his mate. He’ll suffer a whipping with the magical
Char-Flum-Rope,
the rope of flames. I can hardly wait to see the great event.”

Black Drayke grinned, stroking a deformed hand down her
hair and throat. “One rarely tolerates the brutality of the
Char-Flum-Rope
.
It burns the flesh off the bone. Ah, but while I’m waiting, I’ll have you to
keep me occupied, my lovely.”

Saylym
dug in her nails, clawing at the arm he had wrapped about her waist. “Let go of
me!”

Black Drayke gripped her jaw in one hand and tipped up her
face to his. He slammed his wet mouth over hers and drew deeply. He’d weaken
her even more, by taking a long draught of her spirit. It would taste as
pleasing as her blood on his tongue.

Saylym
shuddered, pushing against his chest. He breathed in, drawing deeper and
deeper. She whimpered as his mouth ground against hers.

Black Drayke suddenly released her, his black eyes
glinting with rage, lips twisting with fury. Vile words spewed forth from his
mouth. “Where in damnation is your soul, witch? It’ll do you no good to hide it
from me. I
want
it!”

“It’s
safe,” she sneered, “protected by a long-dead queen where no warlock or evil
creature such as you may steal it. You’ll never own it.
Never!”

He doubled up his fist and punched her in the face. The
force of the blow knocked her to the floor. Saylym tasted blood in her mouth and
groaned. Blinding pain stabbed her skull. He clamped his fingers in her hair
and dragged her to her feet.

“What
do you want?” she screamed.

Black
Drayke snarled and wrapped his fingers in her hair. “You. I want you, darling,”
he said, dragging her closer. “And I shall have you. You’ll crawl on your knees
and beg me to pleasure you.” He freed her hair, extended a palm and blew a fine
red powder straight into her face. Saylym gasped, shaking her head, slapping
and clawing at him. Black Drayke squeezed her jaws, forcing her mouth open.
Then, pursing his lips, he blew a second cloud of red dust down her throat with
one smooth puff. “Don’t struggle. Stop struggling. Breathe it in, darling.
It’ll be so much easier for you if you take it without a struggle.”

Saylym
coughed, drew a sharp, strangled breath and sucked the red granules deep inside
her lungs.

“Yes,
that’s the way. Take it in, slow and deep, just like you’ll take my big cock.
That’s it. Another deep breath. Keep breathing it in.”

Saylym wheezed. She choked and gagged as she tried to draw
a breath of pure air. The deeper she breathed, the more powder she pulled into
her lungs until it felt as if her entire body was lit by a burning torch.

“Yes,” Black Drayke crooned, forcing her mouth open again.
He repeated the process, crooning encouragement for her to breathe the entire
time, until her lungs were thickly coated and the back of her throat and tongue
swelled and filled with clusters of raw, red blisters.

“Keep
breathing, darling. Deeper. Take it all in. It’ll be over soon. That’s it.
More. Take some more.” He murmured the words, snickering at the double
entendre. He stroked her body with his hands. Saylym cried out when he squeezed
her breasts. He pulled at her nipples and stroked between her thighs. His hands
seemed to be everywhere at once.

For
a moment, his black gaze fixed on the mark gradually fading from her throat.
Hissing, he dragged her closer, sliding his sticky tongue over it, coating it
with a black residue.

Black Drayke flung back his head, laughing as the mark
completely faded from her throat. “With his loss of powers, Talon’s claiming
mark can no longer protect you. I will have what is his, as usual.”

He
slid his hand underneath her long, denim skirt, and eased a finger up her inner
thigh. Gripping the thong, he ripped it off and let it fall to the floor,
unworthy of notice.

Saylym
pushed at his hand but it was useless. He thrust a finger inside her and
stroked. “Ahh. Yes. You’re already wet and hot for my cock.”

“Don’t tou-touch me, you sli-slimy bas-bastard!” She
barely managed to push the words past her swollen throat and tongue.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know you’re already wet for me?
I don’t have to touch you to know that.” He slid his finger out of her and
sucked on it. “Yummy. Tastes sweet like a fine wine.” He licked his lips. “Even
now, the powder is racing through your bloodstream, heating your body,
preparing it for mine.” He ground his mouth against hers, then lifting his
head, cupped her breasts in his hands. “Ah, so charming. And it was all
Talon’s.” He lowered his head, drew in a puckered nipple and suckled deeply.

Saylym whimpered and shoved at his powerful shoulders.
Satisfied, Drayke let go of her with a rough push. “You’re ready for me,
darling. I can tell. I can smell your lust.”

She gagged and fell retching to the floor on her hands and
knees. Her stomach churned. Her insides clenched with pain. Making a sound of
distress, she lowered her head and vomited blood-red liquid. The back of her
throat burned. The inside of her mouth burned. She felt blisters upon blisters
swelling on her tongue and lips.

“That will give you very little relief from the burning.
In fact, vomiting will only make you feel worse, but it’s to be expected. The
sickness will pass, darling. Or not.” He snickered. “The powder is my little
treat to myself. It races through your body, attacking your veins, spreading
bubbling fire through your blood. In short, it’s an aphrodisiac. You’ll be so
horny in a few more minutes you’ll be climbing the walls in search of relief.”
He paused, snapping his teeth. “Before this day ends, you’ll beg for my
possession.” He rolled his eyes, savoring the moment. “And I promise you, I’ll
have you many, many times, but it matters not, for you’ll feel no relief from
the burning hunger. I’m not here to pleasure you, just myself.”

“I will never beg you!
Never.”
Saylym wiped the
streaming tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. “You’re a monster!”

“Tsk, tsk. Yes, I am a monster. And
never
, is a
long, long time. Trust me, darling. You
will
beg me. But don’t worry;
the powder has no lasting effects. By tomorrow, it’ll be gone. By then, I’ll
have had my fill of you. Maybe.” He smiled, pleased with his work. “Be glad I did
not choose to melt your vocal cords as I did Queen Helayne’s.” He laughed
deeply at the horror that filled her eyes. “In a little while,” he said as he
stroked the thick length of his cock, “you won’t be able to deny me.”

Saylym
shuddered, but already, her body burned and hungered. Discreetly, she rubbed a
hand across her bruised breast. Her heart fluttered and slowed, decreasing the
rate the powder rushed through her bloodstream. She pursed her lips, a tiny
moue, that allowed her to slowly draw in fresh air, exhale, in and out, until
she breathed easier.

Black
Drayke jerked her to her feet, his hands kneading her bared breasts. He dipped
his head and drew a taut nipple inside his mouth, suckling strongly, before
reluctantly releasing it. “Mmmm. I’m going to have a day of blissful pleasure,
while you…you’re going to have unspeakable hell. I promise.”