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Authors: Cheyenne McCray

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The warlock seer's gaze moved to the stone eye resting on his chest and he saw the hint of a smile curve the corner of her mouth. This one was special—she always seemed intrigued by the eye, rather than fearful.

Sara was new to his Clan, a former D'Anu apprentice he
had seduced into his fold. Darkwolf had every intention of initiating her further by fucking her, making her scream with her orgasm, and begging him to fuck her again. He took what he wanted, when he wanted, and made sure the women enjoyed every minute of it.

Darkwolf knew Sara wanted him, but he had drawn out the wait, intending to make her desire him so badly that when he finally took her it would be a fuck beyond her wildest dreams.

The seer had been somewhat of a surprise. When he had first persuaded Sara to join his Clan, he had thought her to be somewhat meek. But she had proved to be a much stronger woman than he had anticipated, and she showed no fear of him or the demon queen. He found that intriguing . . . and arousing.

The stone eye at Darkwolf's throat warmed and he sensed Balor's presence in his mind. A sharp pain shot through his head as it often did from Balor's intrusion and Darkwolf gritted his teeth. He never showed any outward emotion at the pain. He must always give the appearance of control, confidence, and dominance.

Ever since he had found the stone eye on the shores of Ireland, the ancient sea god's essence had possessed Darkwolf, driving him to do the god's bidding.

At times Darkwolf had flashes of his old life, when he was simply Kevin Richards, a white witch. And sometimes he wondered if there was a way to turn back time. A way to take off the eye and set himself free.

But no. That white witch was no more. Blood stained Darkwolf's hands and black magic stained his soul. Balor's possession of him had changed his life forever.

“Tell me what you saw,” Darkwolf finally said, drawing himself back to the moment.

The stone eye against his chest began to glow deep red with Balor's power and Sara smiled, almost as if she knew something about the god that Darkwolf didn't.

“I saw the witches and the D'Danann.” Sara's eyes appeared unfocused for a moment, as if she were recalling the images. “They found a piece of parchment at the place we just left.” She paused and glanced at Elizabeth whose scowl deepened. The seer gave a smile that could almost have been described as catty. She returned her gaze to Darkwolf. “The parchment had a rectangle and a circle within a circle on it. Silver Ashcroft used her cauldron to scry, and I believe she learned a great deal of what you have planned.” She cocked her head. “I also think she may have found clues to where we are—but nothing that would give us completely away. Not yet.”

The sharp pain in Darkwolf's head intensified, but he ignored it. “Thank you, Sara.” He gave her his most sensual smile. “You will be rewarded well for your service to Balor.”

Sara gave him a slight bow before her eyes met his again. Her tongue darted out to touch her lower lip. “Thank you, my lord.”

Every time she said
my lord
, his cock hardened. He reached out and took her small hands in his, keeping his gaze focused on hers. “I thank
you
,” he said, before drawing her fingers to his lips and kissing the knuckles of each hand. Sara's eyes seemed to turn a deeper brown and her expression was more than seductive.

Sara cast a sly glance at Elizabeth who gave what sounded like a low growl. Darkwolf smiled at the woman's—demon's—jealousy.

“Return to your duties,” he told Sara, “and I trust that you will come to me the minute you have another vision.”

Sara's eyes held his for a moment. She gave a small bow of her head. “It is my pleasure to serve you in any way . . . my lord.” With a final look into his eyes, she turned and walked out of the library. Darkwolf couldn't resist watching the sway of her ass, the way the jeans molded her perfectly. He could imagine driving into her tight hole or her pussy and the thought made his cock swell even harder.

When Sara was gone, the library door closed with a thump as Darkwolf gave a flick of his fingers, using simple magic. For a moment he stared at the double doors. The stone eye against his chest cooled and the sharp pain in his head receded.

“Must you fuck everything that walks?” came Elizabeth's voice—Junga—from beside him.

He slowly turned to look at her, giving her a cool stare. “I fuck you, don't I?”

Junga literally growled. Her fingers elongated into claws, her teeth grew longer and sharper, her voice deeper. “Watch what you say, warlock.”

Junga was far from intimidated by him. Except when it came to sex. Then she took all that he dealt out to her. She couldn't get enough of his sexual domination. She loved to be spanked, flogged, and reveled in other forms of sexual pain.

Except for sex, she was the proud warrior queen. She consistently went against his will. Despite his orders that for now they remain as low profile as possible, she insisted that her demons feed on human flesh and had them take over the shells of more influential, powerful people.

Darkwolf gave Junga a dismissive wave. He knew her weaknesses, the power he held over her. He had no fear of the demon that resided within the beautiful woman's shell. At times he thought about the fact that the woman he fucked was a hideous-looking demon when in her natural form, but he chose to ignore it and preferred to dwell on his ability to control her.

He kept his amusement from his expression as he rounded the desk and once again bent over the map of Otherworld and its barrier to Underworld. “The door . . . surely the Dark Elves will reach it soon.”

His gaze met Elizabeth-Junga's. She had retracted her claws, her teeth were returned to normal proportions, and she was once again the bitchy but beautiful woman. “Do you—”
Junga paused and the expression on her features shifted. Concern? Fear? “Do you think it wise to release creatures other than the Fomorii, and such a powerful being as Balor?”

Darkwolf managed to control his surprise and attempted to keep the Fomorii god, Balor, from reading his thoughts. It would not do to have him mistrust Junga when Darkwolf needed the queen. “Balor would not be pleased to hear what you've said.”

The Fomorii queen gave what could have been taken as a casual shrug, but he knew it was not so casual. “How do you know we will not all be destroyed by these beings?” She looked away from him for a moment before returning her gaze to his. “Will Balor sacrifice us in order to regain his rule?”

At this Darkwolf hardened his expression. “We serve Balor. We do as he commands through the essence in his eye. You know such a great god would not so casually strike down those who serve him.” He met Junga's gaze head-on and wouldn't let it go. “Will you continue to serve him?”

“Of course.” Junga pushed herself from the desk. “Are you certain he will grant the Dark Elves' request for their part in finding the door?”

“Yes.” Darkwolf tossed the map aside. “Balor will not forget the Drow as long as they serve him well. He'll allow them to live aboveground again, so that they can walk in sunlight.”

Junga paused as if considering what he'd said. “When will the Drow king return?”

Darkwolf scowled. “We're to meet him at the pier in two days' time.”

Junga clenched her fists—she had often expressed her distrust of the Dark Elves. “If the parchment with the symbols had not been lost, we would eventually have had them deciphered. Surely this Drow would have found us an interpreter.”

Anger flashed through Darkwolf and the pain in his
head grew sharp enough that he could barely keep from wincing. The map keeper had paid with his life for losing that scrap of parchment. The lost paper had accidentally been torn from a page of a brittle, ancient spellbook.

Darkwolf had been directed to the spellbook when Balor first took over his body and mind in Ireland. He had found it in a cave so old and dank that it had been beyond eerie. He hadn't known the importance of the parchment or spellbook until recently when Balor had revealed the information to him through his thoughts.

It was the drawing of the runes that, with the right ceremony, would open the door to Underworld. Not only would more Fomorii be freed, but other creatures that would answer to Balor.

The loss of the piece of parchment didn't matter. Balor would tell him what they must do.

His cock hardened as he studied what was currently a beautiful woman standing beside the desk. Her black hair lay softly about her shoulders. It was easy to forget she was a demon—a hideous demon—within that shell. The fact that he could dominate her in this form gave him a sense of power that made him afire with it.

“Get over here,” he demanded.

Elizabeth—Junga—gave him a fierce look. “You do not order me around,
warlock
.”

Darkwolf had to remind her who was in control. He strode over to her. Immediately he palmed her full breasts. He knew the moment he touched her in her Elizabeth shell, she would give in to his dominance.

Elizabeth tilted her head back and moaned while she reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans. At Darkwolf's command the demon-woman unbuttoned her fitted suit jacket and tossed it aside, baring her breasts as she wore no bra, something that he insisted upon and that she enjoyed. The body of the woman she now inhabited was delicious and his erection swelled even harder at the
sight of her large breasts, sensual curves, and the full lips that he enjoyed having slide over his cock.

After dropping her skirt to the floor, she was naked save for the garters and high heels.

Darkwolf gave a sound of satisfaction as he unfastened his jeans. “On your knees in front of me.”

Junga obeyed at once, kneeling on the hardwood floor. She widened her mouth and took his thick cock deep in her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and began pumping his hips, his flesh smacking against her face.

When Darkwolf climaxed, the power he felt over her was even greater. Red flamed in his mind, and he felt Balor's enjoyment of the moment. After Darkwolf's semen filled Junga's mouth, he thrust his hips forward a few more times. He was certain the power of Balor was what rushed through his cock, making it fully erect again.

Darkwolf didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, even as she swallowed down his seed. He motioned for Elizabeth to stand and go to the desk. “Hands braced on top,” he commanded. “Bend over so that I can see your ass.”

Shivering, Junga obeyed. Her naked body glowed in the soft library lighting and from the side Darkwolf saw that her nipples stood out like ruby stones.

Darkwolf moved behind Elizabeth and grabbed her hips. Without ceremony, he drove his cock into her pussy. Her cry echoed through the room. “Yes,” she murmured. “Fuck me like that.”

He thrust himself in and out of her pussy rough enough that her breasts rubbed against the hard surface of the desk. As hard as he could, he slapped one side of her ass with his palm. Elizabeth gave a loud cry. “You
will not
question Balor ever,” he commanded. She whimpered and he slapped her other ass cheek just as hard, causing her to shout again.

Her long manicured fingernails dug into the wood of the desk when he slapped her again and again. He knew she loved the pain, and he gave it to her with everything he had. Her ass
cheeks grew hot beneath his palm and her cries grew louder.

“You are here to serve Balor, do whatever he commands,” he said as he continued to spank her. “Do you understand, bitch?”

“Y-yes!” she shouted at the same time her orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body bucked and trembled. He slapped her ass cheeks again, causing her to cry out and her pussy to squeeze his cock.

He grabbed her by the hair, twisted her around, and forced her down to her hands and knees on the floor, so that her ass was facing him. Without allowing her to catch her breath, he knelt behind her and drove his cock into her ass, his favorite place to fuck the demon-woman. It was tight and clamped around him, giving him ultimate pleasure.

Junga moaned and it pleased him that the nonlubricated invasion most likely hurt her. He knew she liked pain, and that only made him thrust into her harder.

“Like that, Darkwolf!” she cried. “Just like that.”

He slapped her ass as hard as he could, causing her to shriek. “No one fucks you like I do, isn't that right?”

The demon-woman's words came out in a pant and she squirmed beneath his thrusts. “No, Darkwolf. Only you.”

With one more smack of his hips against her ass, Junga shrieked with another climax and he came in a rush. All his pleasure centered around his cock and balls.

Darkwolf grinned in satisfaction at these moments of complete dominance over her. He tucked his cock back into his jeans as he stood and said, “Get up, bitch, and get dressed.”

For a moment Elizabeth stayed where she was—either in defiance or because she was out of breath, he wasn't sure which. She slowly got to her feet and turned to him. She was a goddess in Elizabeth's form, her naked body near perfection.

Control and dominance. That was the key to keeping every being within his power in line.

Five

Otherworld

Tiernan gasped for breath the moment he walked through the veil to Otherworld. His chest seized and his vision blurred. He wanted to claw at his throat. His eyes felt as if they were bulging from their sockets—

He could breathe again.

Tiernan leaned over, his hands braced on his thighs, and he fought to steady himself. Even before he raised his head he knew he was home just from the sweet scents of pine and wildflowers, as well as the sounds of Faerie song and grumbling Dwarves in the distance.

When he finally did straighten, he realized Cassia, the Elvin Witch who had escorted him through The Veil, was no longer by his side. He whirled to look behind him and saw only a great mound of earth, as well as the bushes, trees, and flowers of his homeland. Cassia and the bridge had vanished.

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