Page 46 of Of Realms and Chaos

Without thought, I began grinding further into his face, my hands digging into the quilt below. His responding growl vibrated into me, ripping a moan from my lips. After a moment, I felt his tongue glide from my front all the way up to my lower back, a delicious act that it seemed his previous lover was also not a fan of. I, on the other hand, was pleased when I felt his thumb press into my ass just as his cock thrusted back into my core.

Finally!

“Fuck, yes, baby. Just like that. Take me inside of you,” he said, his voice rough with lust. I shoved myself farther back, forcing more of his finger inside of me—the biting pain making me throw my head back.

Something interesting for once. What a lucky find on my part.

I slowly drew back my magic, hoping that he would be so far gone to those sinful desires that he would no longer need me to feed into them. His pace didn’t change as I did so; in fact, it seemed as if he was more enthralled without my magic inside of him.

Giving no warning, the male pulled out, once more stopping just as my orgasm was nearing, the edging a taunt I would soon grow tired of. I didn’t complain though, not when I felt his cock shove into my ass with little remorse. I cried out, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. The male grabbed me by the throat again, using it as leverage to pull me into his thrusts—the speed and force just as painful as the way he seemed to be splitting me open.

If he weren’t mediocre in size, at best, I might have actually ripped.

One of my falling tears hit his skin, and the realization sent a spark of frenzy through him. He liked dishing out that pain, liked the hurt he could inflict. I liked it too.

With no more words left to be said, he tightened his hold, cutting off my airway once more as he forced my back to arch further. My breasts bounced, the sound of them slapping into one another nearly as loud as the sound of him slamming into me. His mouth found my neck, teeth and tongue attacking the skin there with fervor until I was—finally—falling off that edge I had been walking. I screamed out in pleasure, the sound seeming to force him over as well. Our orgasms sent violent spasms through us, both of us shaking from the exertion, my magic erupting in waves of pink.

He let me go, my body hitting the bed with a final, resounding thud. I felt his hands go to my ass, spreading me apart. Another moan escaped his lips at the sight, sending an unpleasant wave of annoyance through me.

“That was the best sex of my life,” he rasped, his finger slowly pumping in and out of me, playing with his own release. I rolled over, looking up at his handsome face, drenched in sweat. He smiled, full lips parting to reveal brilliantly white teeth. As he leaned down, prepared to kiss me and likely start anew, I reached up and promptly snapped his neck.

“It was ordinary,” I said as his body landed atop mine. I shoved off the corpse, vexed that it even touched me once more. “And that is me being generous.”

Making my way off the bed, I let my feet step atop the male’s dead body, whistling as I headed to his attached bathing chamber. It was small, the brown walls and metal tub far too plain for my liking. But there was a bucket of water, which was enough to make me giddy with joy.

Cleaning myself up, I enjoyed the feel of the magic inside of my chest, growing stronger every day I was in this foreign world. Still, the increase of magic would quickly grow boring if I didn’t find more appealing things to play with.

I made my way back to the bed, passing by the male’s body without a second look. My dress was still on the floor, and I quickly picked it up, slipping the now-wrinkled fabric over my head. Any idiot would know that I didn’t belong here simply by paying a modicum of attention, so the dress was of little worry.

The house was stifling, pushing me to get out before the horrid smell stuck to my skin. I wondered if that past lover of his would find him. Perhaps she would feel less disgusted by this so-called home. Briefly, I stopped at the door to slide my feet into the soft white slippers that were quickly turning brown from the dirt. Then I wrenched it open, letting the wood hit the wall with a loud thud.

The moment my body stepped through the doorway of the hut-like structure, the scorching air enveloped me. I groaned, instantly irritated. Taking a path through the dry and insect-infested lands of what the fae called Isle Healer, I tried to ponder what I should do next.

Another unsuccessful excursion. He’d be livid with my update, but what was I to do? There was some sort of barrier protecting the lands, and I had no map of Eoforhild to help me.

My eyes darted around, taking in what was actually a fairly beautiful place. If it hadn’t been for the heat, I would enjoy the sprawling landscape, crops stretching for miles. It was relatively flat, only small hills rolling here and there to break up the even land. Fae here were kind and chatty, always interested in speaking to one another even if it hindered their day. There was far less sin here, but the virtue was immense, plentiful in its intoxication.

Still, the hot air was too much. I needed out.

My hand slipped into the small pocket of my dress, pulling out the only item I carried—a map of Betovere.

Unfolding it, I eyed the general location I had found myself in today, reading off the name. Rafferty. Sadly for them, the fae of Rafferty would soon find a murder on their hands.

Fortunately for me, I was headed elsewhere.

My eyes found The Capital, the depictions of gold an alluring sight. So much wealth, so much beauty. Despite knowing Asher was not there, I still felt the need to look around. He would like anything of hers that I could find, so I’d make sure to swipe something she had left behind.

A shout came from nearby, drawing my attention. I made my way through the homes, weaving between small gardens and wells that seemed randomly placed. My eyes caught movement, and I ducked down as I saw what the commotion was about.

Four little ones stood gathered in a circle, a fifth smaller youngling in the center. Quiet laughter came from three of them as the biggest reached forward and shoved the smallest. Sadly, my magic did not grow with these actions, and perhaps that was because sin was not something youths fully understood. There was enough of it within them though that a small wave of my hand had the larger one gasping in surprise, her hands reaching down for the tiny male on the ground. When she had helped him up fully, the other three moved forward, dusting off his dirty clothes and drying his wet cheeks.

The tiny male was stunned, his eyes wide as the four little bullies profusely apologized.

And, because I am me and couldn’t help myself, I laughed maniacally as I heightened that youngling’s hatred. I watched as the small fae jumped onto the big one, bringing her to the ground and pummeling her relentlessly. The three onlookers fled, screaming words like “help” and “crazy.”

Yes, run like the little cowards you are.

Once the small male was noticeably growing tired, I stole the sin, offering him enough virtue to encourage him to heal the worthless youth beneath him. She twitched and groaned, and then she was somewhat whole again, though disgusting in all the blood and dirt.

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