Blood Magic
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,426
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Blue eyes returns
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Emily backed against the door her eyes unable to take her eyes off the table before her. It was a large oval table that was elaborately carved with druid runes and a deeply carved star. The star’s points each meat the edge of the table and beneath each point a delicate stained glass jar. One red representing fire, one pale blue representing water, one brown representing earth and one dark blue representing air the last was a swirl of black and white representing the soul its light and its dark sides.
She knew what this table did and it scared the shit out of her, she could feel her body trembling with that fear and her knees grow weak. She didn’t even realise any one else or any thing else was in the room with her, enjoying watching her reaction to the sacrifice table a table with such unique, such terrible power.
The sacrifice table was as old as the race of witches and wizards themselves, originally a set of three one stone, wood and one of mystical water (known today as the well of souls located Jerusalem) The well of Souls had long since dried leaving a tear between worlds behind. The stone table was destroyed by a powerful wizards self sacrifice the tale was later told in C. S Lewis’s ‘The lion the witch and the wardrobe’. The wooden table however was declared missing during the second world war where it had been stolen from the vaults of the elders who had endlessly tried to destroy it.
The table before her had the ability to not only kill her but to drain her power and give it to her killer and condemn her soul to become a wraith under the control of the person or persons that had killed her.
“Ah so you see the pride of my collection” Blue eyes said moving forward to stoke the wood of the table affectionately. For the first time since she had entered the room did Emily’s dark eyes leave the table to look at him and also scan the room for some new horror.
“Please sit” he said putting a chair at the head of the sacrifice table and another opposite it. He then set beautiful trays upon the table, removing the lids from the trays he revealed food that Emily would have jumped at if she hadn’t have lost her appetite at the sight of the table. He sat at the table and sipped what Emily assumed was orange juice.
“You beast” the words were breathed out rather than spoken but he heard them. He fixed her with a hard long stare. He raised his hand and the spell hit her hard, forcing the breath out of her and throwing her back against the doors.
“Sit” he commanded once more, though this time it was a command, one she did not dare to obey. She hesitated too long and he stood and grabbed her throwing her on the table her head slamming down hard on it. He kneed her legs apart and stood between them leaning over her pressing a steak knife to her throat. “Don’t ever disobey me”
His low threatening growl sent a shiver down her spine and she could smell blood, reasonably fresh coming from the table and feel the power and the need and want for blood.
“I have all your favourite breakfast foods brought and prepared for you and you turn your nose up at it you ungrateful cow” he punctuated ‘cow’ with a fist to the gut. “Now apologise”
“n..No” she stammered the words out, her pride wouldn’t allow any less. She was trembling and the cold steel of the knife felt cruel against her skin.
“APPOLOGISE” he screamed at her their noses pressed together painfully also pressing the knife harder against her flesh.
“I’m. I’m. I’m s…s…sorry” she said the words coming from between grit teeth but some how she felt defeated and diminished. Her pride shrank and slunk away to the recesses of her mind. He retreated and she slowly eased herself off the table.
“For your punishment” he said pointing the knife at her. “You will strip. Slowly”
He face went red with anger and embarrassment but the knife in his hand made her still it. Closing her eyes she slowly removed her top.
“Keep your eyes open I want you to watch me” he stated. She let her jumper fall to the floor. She then removed her trousers following with her trainers and socks then bra and knickers.
“Ah such a wonderful body” he growled in appreciation as she tried to cover herself with her arms. He removed the trays from the table before walking over to her. She trembled backing away. “Lay on the table”
She shook her head and he was expecting it. The magic he summoned griped her forcing her arms out and her legs spread, he could see her muscles working to move them even as he lifted her onto the table. He shackled her arms and legs into place before listing the spell. She thrashed wildly and her thoughts jabbered away in her head. Even as she watched him examining the knife and walking towards her she thought of her family, her few friends and her pet gold fish. She closed her eyes tight and waited for deaths cold grip.
Emily backed against the door her eyes unable to take her eyes off the table before her. It was a large oval table that was elaborately carved with druid runes and a deeply carved star. The star’s points each meat the edge of the table and beneath each point a delicate stained glass jar. One red representing fire, one pale blue representing water, one brown representing earth and one dark blue representing air the last was a swirl of black and white representing the soul its light and its dark sides.
She knew what this table did and it scared the shit out of her, she could feel her body trembling with that fear and her knees grow weak. She didn’t even realise any one else or any thing else was in the room with her, enjoying watching her reaction to the sacrifice table a table with such unique, such terrible power.
The sacrifice table was as old as the race of witches and wizards themselves, originally a set of three one stone, wood and one of mystical water (known today as the well of souls located Jerusalem) The well of Souls had long since dried leaving a tear between worlds behind. The stone table was destroyed by a powerful wizards self sacrifice the tale was later told in C. S Lewis’s ‘The lion the witch and the wardrobe’. The wooden table however was declared missing during the second world war where it had been stolen from the vaults of the elders who had endlessly tried to destroy it.
The table before her had the ability to not only kill her but to drain her power and give it to her killer and condemn her soul to become a wraith under the control of the person or persons that had killed her.
“Ah so you see the pride of my collection” Blue eyes said moving forward to stoke the wood of the table affectionately. For the first time since she had entered the room did Emily’s dark eyes leave the table to look at him and also scan the room for some new horror.
“Please sit” he said putting a chair at the head of the sacrifice table and another opposite it. He then set beautiful trays upon the table, removing the lids from the trays he revealed food that Emily would have jumped at if she hadn’t have lost her appetite at the sight of the table. He sat at the table and sipped what Emily assumed was orange juice.
“You beast” the words were breathed out rather than spoken but he heard them. He fixed her with a hard long stare. He raised his hand and the spell hit her hard, forcing the breath out of her and throwing her back against the doors.
“Sit” he commanded once more, though this time it was a command, one she did not dare to obey. She hesitated too long and he stood and grabbed her throwing her on the table her head slamming down hard on it. He kneed her legs apart and stood between them leaning over her pressing a steak knife to her throat. “Don’t ever disobey me”
His low threatening growl sent a shiver down her spine and she could smell blood, reasonably fresh coming from the table and feel the power and the need and want for blood.
“I have all your favourite breakfast foods brought and prepared for you and you turn your nose up at it you ungrateful cow” he punctuated ‘cow’ with a fist to the gut. “Now apologise”
“n..No” she stammered the words out, her pride wouldn’t allow any less. She was trembling and the cold steel of the knife felt cruel against her skin.
“APPOLOGISE” he screamed at her their noses pressed together painfully also pressing the knife harder against her flesh.
“I’m. I’m. I’m s…s…sorry” she said the words coming from between grit teeth but some how she felt defeated and diminished. Her pride shrank and slunk away to the recesses of her mind. He retreated and she slowly eased herself off the table.
“For your punishment” he said pointing the knife at her. “You will strip. Slowly”
He face went red with anger and embarrassment but the knife in his hand made her still it. Closing her eyes she slowly removed her top.
“Keep your eyes open I want you to watch me” he stated. She let her jumper fall to the floor. She then removed her trousers following with her trainers and socks then bra and knickers.
“Ah such a wonderful body” he growled in appreciation as she tried to cover herself with her arms. He removed the trays from the table before walking over to her. She trembled backing away. “Lay on the table”
She shook her head and he was expecting it. The magic he summoned griped her forcing her arms out and her legs spread, he could see her muscles working to move them even as he lifted her onto the table. He shackled her arms and legs into place before listing the spell. She thrashed wildly and her thoughts jabbered away in her head. Even as she watched him examining the knife and walking towards her she thought of her family, her few friends and her pet gold fish. She closed her eyes tight and waited for deaths cold grip.