Free Wildlings Enraptured: The Novella: (Fantasy Dark Erotica, Paranormal Sex Stories, Fairy Sex) by Jill Soffalot Page B

soundlessly in Neora’s direction. The vines bit even deeper into her flesh, and she could feel the raw sear on her shoulder as the plant kissed her scapula. Neora winced, fighting the urge to sink into unconsciousness. You have had worse than this in the theatres of pain. Do not let the cunt see you suffer.
    The Negress closed her mouth and the vines relented. She stepped closer to Neora, reaching toward her face with the long black fingers of her tattooed hand. Neora spat at her, and the Negress responded with a callous backhand. Neora grated her teeth as the Negress cradled her head, her hand cold and unwrinkled.
    “Why do you hide your true form, changeling? I understand the appeal of this skin, truly. Such a divine shape, such physical perfection.” The Negress brought her face to Neora’s neck, her breath inches from the strained flesh.
    “Is this what you want, dyke? All you had to do was ask. I will make you come so hard the weave will collapse on itself, and you’ll thank me for it.”
    “Who are you, changeling?”
    “I am your mother, you black slut.”
    “Such a wit. Well, if you won’t tell me, I suppose you will have to show me.”
    “I will show you nothing…” started Neora, before she was interrupted by the Negress’s teeth sinking into her neck. The Negress began to drink her blood with vampiric passion, and the world around Neora obscured and spun. They were the center of a whirling hurricane, the details of the room collapsing and time freezing. The black woman’s lips pressed to Neora’s ivory skin and fed like twin leeches. She is taking you through the hall of your memories. Keep the door closed Neora, keep her hidden…
    Neora is strapped to a steel bondage wheel, her body spread eagled by restraints carved from human bone. Minerva watches from her throne, each hand choking the throat of a doomed young man while a concubine with massive tits and an even bigger cock fucks her brains out. An extremely muscular man is spinning the wheel, and when it stops , Neora is upside down with her blood rushing to her head. The ripped man jams his cock inside her mouth and fucks it while he fists her with a gloved hand. The glove is ribbed with spherical contusions, and Neora moans like a common whore while the hand flexes and relaxes. He spins her again, and this time she lands upright. He mounts her, pressing his cock inside her while Minerva clenches the life from her slaves’ eyes…
    “Deeper then,” said the Negress, watching with dispassionate eyes, the world around Neora reforming once more…
    Neora sits at the foot of the Moonheart, offering her lifelong service to the Queen of Desire. Minerva takes her by the hair and shoves her face beneath the water, her hand harshly twisting the blue-black tresses. “You wish to serve me, then drink me!” she screams, and when Neora’s head surfaces, it is soaked in moonblood. Minerva licks at her face and Neora returns her attentions. She throws Minerva to the ground and climbs atop her, her fingers seeking the divine snatch while Minerva bites her overhanging nipple…
    “We must go further.” No, thought Neora. That way there is only pain. Please don’t do it, not the child, anything but the child…
    A little girl with blue-black hair sits in a cage in the back of a carriage, her face contorted by fear and her hand stretching through the iron bars. Her young mother chases her through the snowfall, reaching out for her daughter’s hand. But the distance is too great, the carriage too fast, and the girl is soon lost in the winter snow. A dog howls and Neora howls with it, her pain and sorrow a terrible weight crushing her kneeling frame…
    Neora’s screams reverberated through the years and suddenly she was back in Trixie’s room. Her skin had shifted, and she was an attractive woman in her late forties with an elegant face and well-preserved body. Her eyes were a clear blue.
    The Negress staggered backwards, an unexpected look of empathy