The two moons of Metazore have crossed, meaning it is the
Great Festival of Joining. Princess Karina of The Nahan is prepared to do her
duty of sexual service in the temple, but finds the sex act boring and messy.
Most of the men with whom she joins she knows, but as an embodiment of the
Goddess of the Two Moons cannot speak with them. Only the blunt and
power-hungry general Sidonous ignores the rules. He wants both her body and the
power her bloodline brings.
Then the dark man comes to worship with Karina and opens her
eyes to a world of sexual fulfillment she has never imagined, just before he
and his soldiers overtake and destroy not only the city, but everything Karina
has been taught to believe. Carrying her off as a piece of war booty, the dark
man uses Karina as a pleasure slave, creating in her a storm of lust and
hatred.
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Excerpt (Adult)
The dark man
looked her over from head to toe, his eyes never losing that subtle glint of
humor. There was intelligence there, too, and something else, but his face
remained bland. Slowly he extended a hand and stroked her stomach in a gentle
caress. Karina could not help notice that his hands were hard, the hands of a
working man, or that he looked like a spill of ink against her white skin.
“And you are
prepared to mate with me?”
“This is the Grand
Festival of Joining,” Karina replied. Where his flesh had touched hers tingled.
His hand slipped
down to the wiry golden hair of her mound, playing with it, combing his fingers
through it. “Even though we have never met before?”
“It is the way of
the Festival.” What was this? No one had ever questioned the rites of the
Festival before. Where did this man come from?
“And you are
willing to let me enter you now, take possession of you, without knowing
anything about me?”
His hand slipped
past the golden mound, his fingers seeking the soft inner tissues of her sex.
One rubbed slowly against the pleasure nubbin her own fingers knew so well,
then with its fellows dropped lower, playing with the entrance of her.
“I know you are an
embodiment of Harhebt, and I am the goddess Shemat,” Karina said. It was an
effort to keep her body still and her voice from shaking breathlessly. “Joining
is an act of worship. And there is to be no personal talking, for we are the
god and goddess.”
A ghost of a smile
twitched in the corners of his mouth. “Very well, then, let us worship.”
Without stopping
the slow explorations of his fingers, he bent to nuzzle her nipple with his
lips. Already distended from unaccustomed usage this day, they were swollen and
a little tender. As if he knew this the dark man was gentle, licking and then
sucking first one and then the other with steadily growing intensity until they
tingled with pleasure.
His fingers were
not idle, either. First one finger and then two slipped inside her, then, as
Karina opened her legs wider in automatic surrender, three fingers stretched
her. Moving them in and out in a motion like lovemaking, he let her juices
moisten the two of them, then carefully slid a fourth finger almost all the way
in.
Karina gasped at
being opened so far. It took all her will not to writhe in a strange
combination of pleasure and pain such as she had not experienced before, not to
grab him and pull him close to her. To show pleasure or passion was to soil the
ritual.
The dark man
smiled and withdrew, leaving Karina feeling oddly empty. His hand glistening
with her juices, he reached down to smear his organ with her moisture. Karina
could not help but stare. He had grown, expanding to a terrifying size. Could a
woman die from trying to take a scepter of Harhebt of such dimensions?
She was going to
find out. He leapt easily to the top of the altar and knelt between her legs.
Instead of ramming himself into her, as she had feared, he placed the mighty
head just at her opening even as his finger strummed her pleasure nubbin. In
spite of herself Karina could feel herself relaxing, opening, moistening. She
could not restrain a small moan of all too human desire.
Now the dark man
was smiling. Slowly, steadily, he pushed forward inside her, expanding the
walls of her organ, stretching, going deeper than any man ever had. It did hurt
to be stretched so much, but Karina was astonished that it was a good hurt, a
hurt that was more arousing than painful.
Only when she
sighed with pure pleasure did he begin to move, in and out, slowly at first and
then with ever increasing speed. Karina could not help herself; her body began
to move of its own accord, matching every thrust of his with a movement of her
own.
He bent his head
and sucked gently at one nipple and Karina thought she might explode.
Then she did,
flying over a barrier she had never even known existed. Until that moment she
had thought her private experiments had been the height of pleasure, but now
she knew they had been only a prelude. She shuddered and jerked, trying to
impale herself even further on this dark and magical scepter of Harhebt even as
she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself silent. A scream of passion, of
satisfaction, was still a scream and it would bring the temple executioner to
exact instant retribution.
The dark man
chuckled, then his face tensed as he pumped even harder, driving ever deeper
into her. In spite of her incredible release and satisfaction Karina found
herself matching his every move. Inside her his scepter swelled bigger and
bigger until Karina began to wonder if he would split her asunder. Then
suddenly he exploded, filling her with a rush of warm fluid. It was the first
time she had actually felt a man’s effusion.
The dark man
sagged, falling at full length across her. Karina could only gasp as her body
throbbed with a pleasure she had never known. Three years in service at the
Grand Festivals of Joining and for the very first time she could consider it so
special that it was indeed an act of worship.
Additional
information regarding this book:
While this
is a fantasy set on an alien world, sexual worship in a temple – sacred
prostitution – was long a reality in many religions in many parts of the
ancient world. TAKEN BY THE DARK MAN is the first of a projected trilogy –
PRISONER OF THE DARK MAN and an as-yet-unnamed final novella yet to come –
which explores the complicated relationship between masters and slaves,
different cultures and the tempestuous
relationship between Karina and the dark man.
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