She took a sharp turn, and I skidded past her, then recovered and followed her down a slightly wider path. Pumping my arms, I caught up to her. In one smooth motion, I snatched her waist and hoisted her into the air. A gasp escaped her lips from the sudden movement, but then I threw her over my shoulder and gave her plump rear a smack.

She moaned, and I did it again.

An outdoor lounger wasn’t far away, and I carried her toward it before laying her out like my own personal feast. As obedient as my hounds, she spread her legs immediately, and the moonlight caught on the wetness dripping there.

A growl rumbled through me at the sight of her cunt glistening.

“Remove your clothes,” I instructed, and she sat upright, pulling on the ties that fastened the sheer fabric around her. It fell away, leaving only the bronze chains behind. I dragged her closer. Another gasp fled her lips as I rolled my fingers over her nipples, loving the way her eyes fluttered. I wanted to see them do that when her lips were around my cock.

“Kneel.”

She did, hands finding the buttons of my pants and popping them. I shoved them down, and the premier dug her nails into my powerful thighs before tracing a path to my erection. She glanced at it, then me, as her lips parted ever so slightly. Then, she flicked her tongue over the head, teasing me.

But that wasn’t what I wanted. Threading my fingers into her loose hair, I pulled her forward, her mouth pressing against the tip. “Open,” I commanded, and she did, sticking her tongue out nice and long. I smacked my cock on it before rubbing the head there. Then, I pushed all the way to her throat. She moaned, the vibration traveling up my shaft, and my balls tightened at the sensation.

I moved, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her wet, hot mouth around me. Hands braced on my thighs, she continued to take all of me, so obedient that some of my excitement dulled. The fight was the part I savored the most, and for her to acquiesce so quickly irritated me.

Her nails bit into my thighs as my pace quickened, and I growled, grasping the back of her head with more force and shoving myself deeper. “That’s it,” I praised, and she gripped them harder. Tears streamed from those scarlet eyes as she gazed up at me, lashes fluttering like I’d hoped as I went all the way to the hilt. She gagged, gripping me hard enough to bruise, and I groaned, long and low at the fucking ecstacy of the sensations.

Much better.

I released her when she started choking for air. Chest heaving, she wiped at her eyes and nose, and I stepped back, stripping off my pants and shirt. “Turn over,” I instructed her, ready to feel her pussy clenching around me.

“Yes, sir,” she panted, and as she bared her core to me, I saw how damp her thighs were.

Settling behind her, I lined my shaft with her entrance. When I pushed in, I nearly cursed at how tight she was. Digging my fingers into the meat of her hips, I fucked her, skin slapping from the force of my thrusts. Whimpers burst from her, over and over, as her cunt tightened around me. It had been far too long since I’d been with a female, and my release closed in quicker than I would have liked.

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pulled her head up, forcing her lower back to arch. “Fates!” she cried out as I hit a sensitive spot deep inside her. Then, she cursed, body jerking.

I pinned her in place, chasing my own release as hers exploded through her. The way her walls milked me brought me close enough to the edge that I had to release her completely and shove her away to avoid coming inside her. She caught herself on her hands, and I painted her back with thick, sticky ropes. Chests heaving, we remained in that position, recovering from the quick fuck.

“Dress yourself and return inside.”

She nodded, picking up the sheet fabric and wrapping it around herself. I merely grabbed my clothes and strode naked through the doors. It didn’t matter; Xannirin was already balls-deep in one female while licking the cunt of another. The two kissed and fondled one another on top of him, while two more performed at his feet.

The scarlet-eyed premier knelt beside the chaise where I’d eaten, waiting for further instruction. Unfortunately, she didn’t put up as much of a fight as I’d hoped. Despite these females being paid handsomely to service us any way we pleased, I preferred when some tension stretched between us, making me feel like I had to force her to submit, rather than her submitting because that was what was expected.

The push and pull of life was what made it interesting, and I craved the tension even more than the alcohol to settle my mind.

Ignoring her for now, I returned to the line of premiers, selecting two more and directing them to a rug nearby. Then, I called on one of the servants to fetch some males to join us. The power of directing their coupling, their positions, their motions, was as thrilling fucking them myself, and I continued to orchestrate the show throughout our night, nearly draining the entire bottle of scale before the sun rose over the Skala Mountains and spilled golden rays into the living area.

Only then did we decide to retire. But when I climbed into bed in a drunken haze and attempted to sleep, all I saw were those piercing burgundy eyes.

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Coughing filled the musty, dank air of the small home, sending the female sleeping on a cot flying toward the female struggling to sit upright in her bed. “Assyria,” the younger female wheezed, waving her hand in an attempt to shoo her away. “You,” cough, “will,” cough, “get sick,” she finally managed to get out.

She paused, holding a damp cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “I can’t lose you too, sister.” Her burgundy eyes watered, and she sniffed with enough force that she could have been sick herself.

“Put them there,” the sister indicated the small wooden table braced against the edge of the bed, separating them further.

A tear carved a path down each of their cheeks as Assyria did as she was bid. The sister reached for the glass of water, sipping it before nearly spitting it out as another splutter ripped from her chest. The damp cloth went to cover her mouth, and by the time the fit subsided, blood stained it.

Mirror horrified expressions crossed the two females’ faces. “No,” Assyria breathed, hand flying to cover her chest. “No, no, no.” Her knees banged against the floor as more tears leaked from her eyes. “Estra, you can’t leave me all alone with him.”

“Sister, you need to trust in the Weaver’s plan for you,” the younger one breathed, a conviction in her tone Assyria had never heard before. “She wouldn’t have woven that path for you if she wanted you to leave him.”

“Why do you say that now?” Assyria’s voice was small and broken. “After you tried to help me run before?”

Estra shook her head. The plague’s symptoms were clear, and she would die soon, if not that day. Her mother and her father had already succumbed to the sickness, their bodies burned not even a week prior. The day before the Reaper reclaimed them, the first signs of the plague had appeared. Estra knew there was no saving herself. She wanted Assyria alive, even if she could not be. The Weaver had spared her, and her trust in the Fates was absolute, though her sister’s rebellious spirit had made it difficult for her to surrender to their will. Estra had spent all her life attending temple daily, and she would not lose faith in them, not when she was hours from her soul being theirs to control once again. She believed her devotion to them would send her onto a better world.

But Estra had no breath to say all of that to Assyria as another fit overtook her. Her eyes watered, and she closed them as she coughed, trying to rein in everything leaving her body. Assyria watched on, fingers curling and uncurling in the modest black dress she wore. She didn’t bother tying a cloth around her head to prevent infection. When the sister opened her eyes again, the tear marks on her cheeks were the same color as the spittle coating the cloth.