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Author: EMMA PAUL
underbelly of the king's castle. She had hoped to see the
interior of the grand royal castle and be witness to the magnificence
that it was rumored to be.
However, she resigned herself to the fact that the king would not
even consider the possibility of allowing a simple peasant girl in his
presence. At least not until she had proven herself worthy.
And so here, she found herself trying to prove it with a task that
was both impossible and pathetically stupid. Her shoulders hunched
when they finally stopped in front of a heavy wooden door with iron
hinges, locked with three huge iron padded locks.
DeMumart removed a long key from the pocket of his finely
embroidered silk coat, and unlocked the pads. The door creaked open,
revealing a large circular room of stone. Bundles and stacks of straw
filled from floor to ceiling.
Elise's heart sunk to her stomach. She placed her hand to her chest,
feeling the pedant Damien had given her. It buzzed softly against her
hand and a small surge of hope managed to awaken inside her.
DeMumart stepped aside, smirking wickedly. He bowed arrogantly
sweeping his hand through the air inviting her to enter. The moment
she did the door slammed shut and she heard the locks click.
Alone, Elise looked about the entire room. The stacks of hay must
have been at least twelve feet high. They surrounded her, reaching
out from the wall about fifteen feet, leaving only a small narrow strip
of walking space that lead to a tiny spinning wheel, which looked as
though it had had better days.
She walked a few steps until the spinning wheel sat only a few
inches away from her. Placing one hand on the wheel, and the other
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on her pendant, Elise closed her eyes and concentrated on Damien
Dontaleone, Lord of Darkhaven.
Within seconds, the pedant began to heat in her grasp. It vibrated
and she felt a jolt of magical energy coursed through her. Just when
she thought the pendant would burn a hole straight through her hand,
a flash of light forced her eyes open. Another, then another followed
it and yet another, until six more flashes later, ten small creatures
appeared before her.
They appeared to be little demons with small lanky bodies and
large bat-like wings. The horns on their heads gleamed white against
their coal black bodies. Their tiny faces resembled evil canine-like
creatures.
Startled and bit frightened, Elise took a step back, almost toppling
over the spinning wheel. Before she could scream, one of the
creatures flew face level to her and blew warm honey scented breath
directly into her face. An odd fog of silver enveloped her head. The
moment she took a breath, a strange calmness overcame her.
Just before her eyes closed, two more creatures grabbed her upper
arms and carried her to a short ledge, several inches above the twelve
feet of straw, and laid her gently down on it. The last thing she saw
was the little demons spread out and start to whirl around the
mountains of straw, like tiny silver streaks shooting in every direction.
Her eyes fluttered a few times before they closed and she fell fast
asleep.
* * * *
Warm hands massaged her breasts, her pussy.
The sultry deep voice whispered soothing words in her ear.
Elise groaned and spread her legs wide
The invisible hands stroked her nether lips with more vigor. She
burst once more, swaying in the warm embrace of the white void that
surrounded her ... ahh so wonderful ... mmmm Damien...
"It's not possible!"
Elise jerked her head around, shaking the haziness from her
slumber. Duke DeMumart stood at the entrance of the room and
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gaped in. His expression twisted into a mixture of outrage and
unbelief.
Elise turned the rest of her body around and stretched the laziness
from her limbs. She blinked several times until her vision became
clearer. Natural light from the corridor filtered into the room.
Morning had come already? But she just fell asleep didn't she?
She gasped. Every inch of
interior of the grand royal castle and be witness to the magnificence
that it was rumored to be.
However, she resigned herself to the fact that the king would not
even consider the possibility of allowing a simple peasant girl in his
presence. At least not until she had proven herself worthy.
And so here, she found herself trying to prove it with a task that
was both impossible and pathetically stupid. Her shoulders hunched
when they finally stopped in front of a heavy wooden door with iron
hinges, locked with three huge iron padded locks.
DeMumart removed a long key from the pocket of his finely
embroidered silk coat, and unlocked the pads. The door creaked open,
revealing a large circular room of stone. Bundles and stacks of straw
filled from floor to ceiling.
Elise's heart sunk to her stomach. She placed her hand to her chest,
feeling the pedant Damien had given her. It buzzed softly against her
hand and a small surge of hope managed to awaken inside her.
DeMumart stepped aside, smirking wickedly. He bowed arrogantly
sweeping his hand through the air inviting her to enter. The moment
she did the door slammed shut and she heard the locks click.
Alone, Elise looked about the entire room. The stacks of hay must
have been at least twelve feet high. They surrounded her, reaching
out from the wall about fifteen feet, leaving only a small narrow strip
of walking space that lead to a tiny spinning wheel, which looked as
though it had had better days.
She walked a few steps until the spinning wheel sat only a few
inches away from her. Placing one hand on the wheel, and the other
25
on her pendant, Elise closed her eyes and concentrated on Damien
Dontaleone, Lord of Darkhaven.
Within seconds, the pedant began to heat in her grasp. It vibrated
and she felt a jolt of magical energy coursed through her. Just when
she thought the pendant would burn a hole straight through her hand,
a flash of light forced her eyes open. Another, then another followed
it and yet another, until six more flashes later, ten small creatures
appeared before her.
They appeared to be little demons with small lanky bodies and
large bat-like wings. The horns on their heads gleamed white against
their coal black bodies. Their tiny faces resembled evil canine-like
creatures.
Startled and bit frightened, Elise took a step back, almost toppling
over the spinning wheel. Before she could scream, one of the
creatures flew face level to her and blew warm honey scented breath
directly into her face. An odd fog of silver enveloped her head. The
moment she took a breath, a strange calmness overcame her.
Just before her eyes closed, two more creatures grabbed her upper
arms and carried her to a short ledge, several inches above the twelve
feet of straw, and laid her gently down on it. The last thing she saw
was the little demons spread out and start to whirl around the
mountains of straw, like tiny silver streaks shooting in every direction.
Her eyes fluttered a few times before they closed and she fell fast
asleep.
* * * *
Warm hands massaged her breasts, her pussy.
The sultry deep voice whispered soothing words in her ear.
Elise groaned and spread her legs wide
The invisible hands stroked her nether lips with more vigor. She
burst once more, swaying in the warm embrace of the white void that
surrounded her ... ahh so wonderful ... mmmm Damien...
"It's not possible!"
Elise jerked her head around, shaking the haziness from her
slumber. Duke DeMumart stood at the entrance of the room and
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gaped in. His expression twisted into a mixture of outrage and
unbelief.
Elise turned the rest of her body around and stretched the laziness
from her limbs. She blinked several times until her vision became
clearer. Natural light from the corridor filtered into the room.
Morning had come already? But she just fell asleep didn't she?
She gasped. Every inch of