The Heartstone Saga by Archibald Bradford (pdf to ebook reader txt) 📗

alive was quite the coup for us, my dear girl, but if you’re not careful you might have to deal with your little pet.

“He’s fine.” She muttered; “And it doesn’t matter if he isn’t, he’ll do what I tell him either way.”

Ah! Is it vanity I wonder?

“Don’t be absurd. I have one purpose and one alone. Your purpose.”

She felt a wave of smug satisfaction in her heart, and silence fell in her thoughts, for a short while at least.

What is it with you and those things anyways?

The Chimera blinked and looked to her hand, habitually crushing walnuts one after another.

She didn’t respond, and it didn’t matter; the herald of entropy got the answer from her mind almost as soon as she noticed what she had been doing.

Ah of course, the sound of his neck, snapping. So long ago. Poor Evadne, if only I had the power to bring him back that you might snap it again.

She sniffed, watching on as a nervous Jonathan had the Tenebrae herd more of their fearful ‘recruits’ into the chamber, the poor girls unknowingly waiting to experience the worst day of the Chimera’s life.

Her black claws crushed another walnut, listening to the sound carefully to see how close it came to the sound of Malcolm Contrail’s neck when she killed him.

Immediately afterwards she had regretted how quickly his end was, and so for centuries she’d tried to recreate the exact moment, like a child attempting to soothe themselves by sucking their thumb.

Walnuts had always been the closest.

You’d think other necks would be, but for whatever reason that wasn’t the case.

Another snap as she crushed another nut.

“Wouldn’t that defeat the point? Bringing more life into this world?” She finally muttered without caring in the least.

The demon chuckled inside of her head, the silent sound grating and vile.

I’d make an exception for you, my pet. But come, we have more work ahead. Dwell upon the moment you killed him the first time, perhaps it will help get you through the pain your new human has to inflict upon you.

It would almost seem as though the demon was looking out for her, but that was not the case, that was never the case.

The ground shook as the monster girls still in possession of their willpower moved, and Evadne made sure to keep a wary eye on them; if any of the massive girls decided to resist she would need to make another example.

But they didn’t: compassion for the Tenebrae around them had robbed them of their strength.

Strength that she had a use for.

Once the girls were in position and Jonathan had all of their heartstones in hand, the danger passed.

Her pet Empath turned to her, swallowing involuntarily as he met her dark eyes with his.

His hands were trembling as he held them out to her, the shining blue heartstones pooled in his palms like little spheres of water.

Evadne drew in a deep breath before casting aside the remains of one last nut.

“Let’s get this done.”

She set her blackened stone on top of the pile, the darkness within it spreading to the others, an inky cancer.

Chapter 11:Heated Emotions

It was hot.

An uncomfortable heat wave had descended on Garland in the days following Nameless’s dreary assignment to play book-keeper to the lawkeepers.

By some miracle he was spared from yet more dreaded paperwork and had been dismissed for the day shortly after lunch.

He wasn’t wasting the freedom.

His chest rose and fell as he let out an unsteady sigh, his face and ears flushed and sweat beading on his brow to trickle down his temples onto the pillow. He was lying on his back with Ophelia draped over him, one heavy breast resting on his belly.

His Flutterby was curled around him, her left arm resting next to his hip, propping her up. All he could see of her was her violet wings and the naked expanse of her back, from the curve of her ass up to the nape of her neck.

The back of her head kept appearing in his view as she rhythmically bobbed up and down, his rigid cock in her mouth.

With one hand he traced over her shoulders and spine, his hand frequently drifting low to squeeze her ass cheeks, occasionally slipping between them to slide a finger inside her. Because of the angle he couldn’t get his digit deep enough inside her to really do anything, but he felt the surges of appreciation from her at the attention all the same.

They were both completely silent, the soft suckling of her lips and wet noises whenever her mouth broke its seal with his cockhead all that could be heard in the muggy room.

They had been having sex a few minutes prior, but Nameless kept overheating on top of his beloved Flutterby.

Even with the windows of the apartment open the air was warm and unmoving, its occupants begging for the mercy of a cool breeze.

His flagging cock had gone soft inside her for the third time before she rolled off of him and set herself to finish what he couldn’t.

Though he was a bit disappointed in himself for the poor showing, he could feel her overwhelming love for him and the lusty joy she experienced whenever she serviced him, all translated through her heartstone into his mind, so his disappointment in himself soon floated away in the decadent indulgence.

With his left hand he stroked the arm propping her up while his right massaged the globe of her ass cheek again and as his toes began to curl, his breathing deepening as he sought to prolong the experience.

Still mostly blocked from his view by her shoulders and the curve of her upper back, her head bobbed with more urgency when she picked up on his impending orgasm, the