Worlds Apart Page 7

  Her heart swelled at what had been done. She walked across the ancient stone, feeling their cut beneath her stride. Old, but strong. From such a seat kingdoms were made. More than kingdoms. The orcess’s eyes gleamed in the dark as visions of war danced before her eyes. The tower smelled musty, the lower level carpeted with the bones of orcs, elves and men. Tiberius had ordered them sorted, for reasons she could not fathom.

  As she climbed towards the upper galleries, she unbuckled her armour, baring her green breasts and dark, hard nipples. She breathed in, loosening her belt and pulling aside her leather skirt. She cast aside axe and clothes before the only room in the dark keep where a light had been kindled. Naked, she opened the door and stepped inside.

  Tiberius had wasted no time making the laboratory his. A mass of old pelts cover the ruins of a bed in a crude approximation of comfort. The sorcerer has been insisting on something called a mattress lately. It had something to do with feathers he said, but Socretha failed to see the appeal. Some rotted tables had been found in reasonable shape and more had been brought in.

  He turned at the sound of her arrival. Paused in the midst of mixing something in a bottle. At the sight of her frank nakedness his eyebrows made a sharp ascent. Her scarred, strong form lit vividly in the torchlight. Once more garbed only to the waist, the confident power the warlock carried himself with again struck her.

  “Well,” Tiberius said, carefully putting down the vials and leaning against the edge of the table. “This is a surprise.”

  “It shouldn’t be, Master,” she said, walking towards him, relishing how the word rolled off her tongue. How it felt so good. So right. “I told you. Lead us to victory, and I am yours. Every night you will have me, until I grow heavy with your child.” She reached him. Leaned forward and wound her powerful arms around his neck.

  “Let’s hope that’s not for a while,” Tiberius said, idly grasping her breasts, making her gasp as he rolled her dark nipples in his palms, his red eyes burning. “You’re the only one with a lick of sense here. I need you to lead this rabble in a proper army.”

  She leaned into him, pressing her naked mound against his leg. The skull of the greater demon sat on the table, the sockets flickering with shadows.

  “For you, I will,” she said. “I am sworn to you. Body and soul. Please, take me.”

  Tiberius chuckled darkly, pinching her nipples sharply. “Take me what?”

  She arched, gasping. “Take me, Master,” she moaned.

  “There we go,” he said. He pushed her back, letting her fall onto the bed of hides. She landed, propping herself on her elbows, gazing up at him with smoky eyes as she parted her legs, baring the pink groove of her cunt.

  Tiberius growled, undoing his pants and freeing his cock. He prowled onto the bed, parting her legs and aligning his cock with her cunt.

  She gasped, threw her head back as he thrust home. Her dark hair fanned out behind her on the furs as Tiberius began to thrust.

  “Yes,” she moaned, clawing at his back, feeling the unholy heat of his markings. “Yes. Fuck me. Take me. Master. Ah. Master!”

  Tiberius growled, pounding her into the bed. Her head spun. Intoxicated with triumph. She could still smell the demon’s blood. The drums from the clans pounded in sync with her heart. She rolled her hips, thrusting against him.

  “Yes. Yes! Ah. Ahhhh!” She cried out, arching as she came. He gave her no rest. Kept thrusting, grunting, the wet sound of flesh on flesh slapping. He crushed her breast, the pain making her cry out. Her nails dug into his back, clawing at him.

  “Fuck! Take it!” he snarled.

  “Yes! Harder! Take me! Conquer me!” She gasped. “B-breed me!”

  He took her with savagery. With hate and rage and passion. She felt him growing close. He stiffened, groaning, tensing, and came. His hot seed filled her. Her cunt clamped down on him. She moaned, writhing, impaled on his cock. He took her without care for tenderness. He fucked her like a beast would. And she welcomed it. Welcomed the savaging of his grasp. His rough pounding of her cunt. She cried out, cumming again beneath his brutal thrusts.

  At last, breathing hard, he pulled out of her, leaving her spent and panting on the bed. The searing heat of his skin faded, the cold of the high tower rushing in and raising goosebumps across her arms.

  He rose and went to the window, looking out over the camp in the ruins of the valley. Sweat gleaming on her body, Socretha rose and joined him, draping herself on his back and looking down onto the canvas of darkness and dancing flames. The dull clang of hammers on steel echoed up to their tower, ringing through the night. The roar of the revellers joined them. The dancing shadows flickering before the flames.

  “We will sweep this world before us,” she said, wrapping her arms around him, pressing herself to the searing heat of his back. Trembling as her breasts tingled from the fierce heat he radiated. “This land shall be ours, Master.”

  “Damn right,” he said. Turned and caught her, kissing her hungrily. She returned the fierceness, pressing against him, their arms locked around each other.

  And below, darkness gathered, while a procession of torches poured into the vale.

  End