Free Claimed by the Demon Knight: Book One by Cryptic Fawn

mouth. When the young adult managed to raise her head just enough that she could see Tenuxhal's face when she glanced up, a thousand words couldn't adequately describe the expression that she saw there, and the blur of emotions that passed over it. A few could cover the basics though. Utterly shocked. And murderous.
    Elsi couldn't care less at the moment about the knight's emotional state of mind, distressed as it was. She was wholly preoccupied with not going through a repeat performance as the taste and texture worked its way around her mouth. The exquisite burning sensation scalded her throat and, oh God, it had gotten up her nose too. She could smell and taste it in her nose. Her eyes watered and her stomach roiled again. She sucked up several deep breaths as she hunched in front of her captor.
    Tenuxhal's eyes were wild and he was vibrating with the effort not to behead Rhoads then and there and just be done with the whole fucking nuisance.
    Both warriors were panting, one fighting for control, and the other struggling to keep her stomach from turning inside out.
    "You fucking bitch!"
    "M'sorry 'bout that," she mumbled half-heartedly.
    "You... you fucking puked... you... FUUUCK!" Tenuxhal focused his psychotic glare on Elsi, only to find himself staring ineffectively at the back of Rhoads's head, watching her take in heaving breaths as the witch fought to keep from repeating her faux pas.
    Elsi cringed further as the crude narrative increased in decibels somewhere just above her, and closed her eyes against the caterwauling noise. Then there was another noise, strangled and guttural, and a swishing sound as the side of the blade disappeared from her neck, and instead slashed murderously through empty air until it collided with the solid rock wall, grating and sparking, and showering the room and Elsi in bits of rock and dust. A final disgusted snarl and the knight turned abruptly and abandoned the room as if it were on fire, not even bothering to slam the door behind him, much to Elsi's relief. One more loud noise and her skull would surely rend itself into pieces.
    Exhausted, head throbbing painfully, she carefully eased herself back down onto the bed, ignoring the unpleasant sensation of bits of grit against her bare side. She pulled the covers over her head, trying to drown out light and noise, though there was little of either in this place. It was a pointless task. The racquet in her head was more than enough to keep her awake.
    A few moments later she became uncomfortably aware of the sound of rumbling somewhere close by, the whine of a Infernal Tempest after tempest being released inside the walls of the Black Citadel, followed by thundering echoes of heavy concrete exploding and falling as Tenuxhal systematically destroyed what was left of several of the towers inside the grounds. All that anger was because of Elsi. It made her shudder and be reluctantly thankful for Tenuxhals' incredible, yet inexplicable efforts to redirect his rage and aggression. Being fried into a witch-shaped piece of charcoal was not something Elsi wanted to experience, ever.
    She took solace in one fact as she slipped into an uncomfortable sleep. There wasn't much puke on the floor to clean up.
    Most of it had landed on Tenuxhal's feet.
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    U nder the dark sky, Tenuxhal growled in disgust and used another handful of the harsh desert sands to violently scrub away the last remnants of vomit from his black boots, retching uncontrollably as he did so at the sour smell of bile.
    Disgusting vile stuff. He needed something to erase the memory of it from his senses. What could he do? He didn't particularly feel the urge to feed, and destroying things wasn't working in the slightest to ease his fury. He sure as hell wasn't going back in that room anytime soon. He couldn't handle seeing the vomit on the floor. And on that note, Rhoads could fucking well clean up her own mess.
    Then he remembered the drinks. Beelzebub didn't drink, fucking