Free Slave Pits of the Tyrannical God (Path of Transcendence Book 2) by Brian McGoldrick Page B

submission. Even if I have not figured out what I feel about Perzey, I am certain of what I feel about the DokkAlfar. There are only a few people I hate more than her. Wanting to fuck her has nothing to with love, it about possessing her and making her serve under me.
    “What's my name, arrogant cunt?”
    Elan'fer'sha's face turns into a mask of nonplussed incomprehension. Smith laughs loudly.
    “Say my name, whore. I have many more endearments for you that sound much better than Elan'fer'sha.”
    Elan'fer'sha's anger surfaces, replacing the confusion. “Brand, and you may call me Mistress.”
    Elan'fer'sha smiles broadly and snakes her free hand between our bodies, to grab my dick.
    “I prefer blowjobs to handjobs, Elan.”
    “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
    Elan'fer'sha screams, as I crank up the pressure on her arm, when she viciously clamps down on my dick. I slam her into the wall at her back, with my body weight pressing against her. My grip on her arm has it nearly at the point of destroying her shoulder and elbow.
    “You try to do something to my dick, and I'll show you what the meaning of 'exquisite pain' really is. I can guarantee you that I tolerate pain far better than you do.”
    Elan'fer'sha releases her hold on my dick, wrapping that arm around my neck. Pain and lust fill her eyes, and her voice is husky. “Fuck me! Fuck me, right now! Make me scream!”
    “Enough with your mating rituals. I still have business with you.” Smith's voice is cold, annoyance reverberating in his tone.
    Anger replacing lust, Elan'fer'sha looks over my shoulder at Smith. “We have an arrangement. What still needs to be discussed?”
    She is as twisted as Smith said she would be, but her warped nature arouses me even more than Perzey's insanity driven lust. After suffering the pain of Umbral spell and the agony of the Od driving it out of me, I want to make her suffer, when I fuck her.
    Releasing Elan'fer'sha, I turn towards Smith.
    “Tomorrow, I will have you brought to me. I will teach you how to hide your Power. Today, I will give you a present.”
    At a gesture from Smith, a forge-sized field of fire appears in midair. Each tongue of yellow flame has a blue-white core, and the base of the field is the same blue-white color. Standing more than thirty feet from the fire, I can feel its heat. I cannot repress a shiver, as the heat of that intense fire chills me.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I see Elan'fer'sha's narrowed eyes watching me. Her face has become an ivory mask, revealing nothing of the thoughts underneath, but her skin is still flushed and her breathing heavy.
    The shards of my collar, which were orbiting in front of Smith, float into the heart of the fire. Still spinning, the black metal swiftly turns into a deep violet slag. The red inlays turn into a glowing red slag. Once all the metal is molten, Smith keeps it spinning, increasing the rotational speed. The molten red metal slowly passes through the violet one, until there are two separate bands of metal in the flames. The outer red band is barely more than a thin wire and the inner violet one is a thick cable.
    Smith looks at me for a moment, and a silver-grey circle appears in the air between him and the fire. He gestures, and the violet metal condenses into a ball and flows into the silver-grey circle. As Smith carefully observes, the violet metal darkens until is nearly black again. Its shape is the same as the collar that the fragments came from.
    Materializing a silver-grey burin in his hand, Smith etches sigils into the still soft metal. After inspecting his work, he once again gestures, and the molten red metal flows into the newly etched sigils.
    Inspecting the collar yet another time, Smith sets it spinning in the air over his open hand. A cloud forms in the palm of his hand, before floating up to engulf the newly made collar.
    Hisssss!
    The cloud evaporates, revealing a dull black collar with red sigils inlaid in it.
    Smith makes a go away motion towards the