Blood Red (22 page)

Vivi Anna

your choice.”

Red hesitated then helped her remove Wolf’s shirt and trousers. They lay him flat on his back. His massive body twitched and quivered.

Morgana stood over him. She took the leather pouch from her belt and opened it. She reached in with her fingers; she came away with a pinch of black powder.

She sprinkled it over Wolf’s naked form and muttered unintelligible words. Red strained to hear them, but she could not understand. The words were in an ancient tongue she had never heard before.

Morgana raised her arms in the air and swayed back and forth. She looked like a radiant flower blowing in a nonexistent wind. Red’s stare was transfixed on the woman. She was mesmerized by her.

Morgana moved around his body. She paused at his feet and spat onto him. She moved to his left side and spat again. She moved to his head and spat, then to his right side where she spat once more.

Wolf started to twitch and shudder. His body bolted off the ground like he had been struck by lightning, or burned by acid.

Morgana untied her belt. Her white dress slid off her body. She was naked underneath. Red gazed at her beauty. She was perfect. Her breasts were full round globes, her waist trim, and her hips flared ever so slightly. The hair at the juncture of her legs was a black as that on her head. Her skin was flawless, pale and unmarked by any blemish. Not so much as a freckle.

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Morgana knelt down at Wolf’s hip. She reached over and gripped his cock in her long hand. She muttered under her breath as she stroked him.

Red watched in fascination as Wolf’s cock grew in Morgana’s hand. It was big, like the rest of him. Her hand could hardly contain him. When he was completely stiff, Morgana straddled him. She held him still while she impaled herself.

As Morgana rode him, Wolf began to mutter. His head lolled from side to side. It was as if he was trying to wake from his deadly slumber.

Their union hypnotized Red. She watched intently as Morgana slid up and down on his cock, her arms raised to the sky. She babbled the same verse repeatedly. Red’s gaze traveled over Wolf. His muscles bulged. Sweat poured off his skin. His eyes were open. They were as black as Morgana’s. They stared right into Red.

“Wolf?”

“Kill her.” His voice was barely audible over Morgana’s fervent chanting.

Red knelt down beside his head.

“Kill her. She will imprison us both,” he said desperately.

Red gently caressed his cheek. “It’s okay. She’s helping you.”

Wolf reached up and grabbed Red’s arm. He squeezed her tightly. “Kill her! She’s a witch. The price for my life will be our damnation!”

Red looked over at Morgana. She was watching them, smiling. Her eyes were black, and thick black tears like ink for a quill pen ran from them. She 43