This is from one of the novels I’m working on... I just felt like sharing:
Storm watched Alastor kneel in front of the woman on the dais. Kayzar. The wretched under dwelling deity of the Kara’so. Storm moved in her shackles in a vain attempt at finding some form of comfort. She winced at the pain from what her body had endured. Tracing the backside of Alastor with her eyes, Storm’s heart was beating at a maddening pace. She longed for just one look; to drown her in his deep blue eyes. The ache was real. Every part of her trembled thinking of his voice, his touch, his breath on her flesh. Storm’s brow furrowed. This went well beyond desire. She tried desperately to send her feelings to him. Just one look. Overcome, she ignored the bonds around her wrists. A soft moan escaped her lips followed by a whimper. Cold and damp, met her bare shoulders as she leaned back. She dragged her eyes from the back of Alastor’s perfectly groomed black hair to Kayzar.
The goddess was indeed beautiful. Her skin glittered like the dark sands of the Sundarean Isles. Her hair was an icy waterfall flowing down her back to her waist. Her clothing did very little to hide her unblemished body. Kayzar moved around Alastor like silk in water and reached a hand to cup his chin. The moment her hand touched his face, Storm shot Kayzar a scathing look. Her eyes could have burned holes through the Goddess’ head. Storm blinked back burning tears, almost surprised that she had any left. A smile snaked across Kayzar’s lips as she looked over at Storm and then she spoke in a voice that could melt steel.
“Rise my Childe of Banboa. I think your subject is ready. I can almost taste her desire.”
Storm watched Alastor stand up like an obedient sza’sek, then he turned and faced her. It was as if a roaring bonfire had been set before her. She could feel her nude flesh bear the heat of his gaze and just that simple gesture filled the empty space that had grown inside of her. Panting, she reached her hands toward him, scraping her wrists inside the harsh metal cuffs before the chains jerked her to a halt. It wasn’t enough. She had to get closer. He approached but stayed just out of reach. Storm arched away from the stone wall and whimpered yet again.
“Please…If you do not come to me, just kill me.” Storm begged and continued to pant.
She gave Alastor her full attention; her face twisted in frustration. She hardly noticed Kayzar had slithered up right next to her ear and smoothed some of her white damp locks away from her face.
“My Dearest daughter…Ar’rn, here in the Abyssal plane we earn our rewards. Death is the ultimate reward. Death too, must be earned.” Kayzar spoke in a soft tone, her hand continued to stroke Storm’s cheek as Storm forced herself to look over at the woman.
Kayzar spoke to Alastor, although her focus was completely on the battered muse dangling in the shackles.
“I’m impressed, Alastor. Your enthrallment worked so well she barely even noticed me.” Kayzar furrowed her brow slightly. “I’m not used to that.”
