The Augustus Files

A word from the author

SMUT ALERT..... If you are easily offended please skip this chapter or miss the offending bits. It is all part of the plot as you will see. If you are not offended, please continue.

regards Azira
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“Interesting,” he stood rubbing his chin in thought. Mar’dalanda decided to sneak back later on to see what the outcome of their necking had been. His cloak billowed out on the night breeze as he travelled back to Murl. Moonlight shone in his black hair, his long pointy beard a relic of the past. He loved his beard. It kept his face warm. His dark piercing eyes glared at the moon, squinting as the light hurt his pupils. He was a man of the dark. Light hurt his eyes. He loved once, in mortal danger. His eyes glistened as he thought back to when his partner Harnweea got in the way of his sword, defending her lover. He had been gutted and still was at what she had done to him. He was not out to kill her. He was after her lover. She stupidly ran in front defending him, as he was about to thrust his sword into her lover’s heart. This made him go to the dark side. He had not looked back. Within his being, the pent up hell was fuelling his fury.

When he got back, things had not changed on Murl. Audritoria was still the same silly fool who had wished him luck at his trial. One day Audritoria said “You are so ungrateful, Mar’dalanda!” looking him directly in the eyes. Mar’dalanda was so angry he just looked hard and long. Audritoria suffered huge headaches for days on end after that and never looked the Dark Lord in the eyes again, for fear of being turned to stone. Mar’dalanda was going back to his residence, The Palace that he had overtaken in the last curfew.

Mar’dalanda’s robes swished along the plush corridors of the palace at the far side of the town. His black boots clicked on the wooden floor. Audritoria had just literally come out of one of the side doors to see him coming fast down the hall. He bowed in the usual manner for a high priest, “My Lord,” he greeted.

It was the time of year for their festival, which was held every year. The towers were decorated with huge long ribbons of fruit and seeds. Red garlands and ribbons were draped across the square and people milled around with goblets full of wine or some kind of strong drink, typical of Murl. The Millpool was the town’s hotspot, a place of gathering for rituals.


Heather was decreed a safe house on Murl. No one could touch her. She was like a magic God that appeared when she felt like it. When she decided to visit her hometown, she dressed in gold robes. It was like a grand opening to a theatre concert. She was of the High Council and had a say in the running of things. Her word was concrete and had to be obeyed. She had chosen the name Heather on Earth, because it was less conspicuous than a grand name like Jordan. She did not want to be noticed.

Her list was tucked safely in her mind. She ticked off each problem one by one. When each problem was solved, a copy was sent back to Murl for the Record Keeper. They communed ted telepathically across long distances.

It was dark outside when Aaroona got back. The Lord was already home, feeding the dogs. She got a gold goblet filling them up with wine for each of them and went to the partner she was assigned to. She noticed he was frowning deeply and decided to just leave the goblet by him. He acknowledged her in a glance, still deep in thought. “I hope he comes to me tonight,” she thought. She was lonely and her partner was selfish, but when he was in the mood, he was a very excellent lover, also very erotic and deep with it. “I shall definitely pay a visit to the Councillor later,” he leered at the thought. He had a plan.


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I had cuddled up to James on the sofa, relishing in his muskiness. The smell was intoxicating. I loved this man. Why couldn’t he come more often? I wondered what his business was exactly, that kept him away for weeks on end. I did know what his business was, sort of, but I was not told of his assignment on Earth.

He had fallen asleep cuddled up on the sofa. I looked at him, admiring his long lashes. He was starting to get a bit of stubble on the chin. But I liked a bit of stubble, I grinned evilly. Maybe I could try it later, but was concerned that once he had the goods, he would depart. At some point he had always left me. I was hoping for a change this time. I didn’t think it was asking too much of him, considering all of these centuries together we had nearly tied the bond but it had always been disrupted.

I thought evilly, “I could play with him, he can’t answer back now he is asleep.” I pulled down the zip on his pale cream trousers and felt inside. I was running my fingers through his pubic hair, pawing at them like a cat. I then stroked his member, letting it spill out of his trousers, I took it all in my mouth, sucking and teasing till it was hard and erect, my eyes gleaming, lust all over my face. With that he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.

He looked at me with deep eyes. I gave him a long passionate kiss. He kissed back. His hands pulled my top of dropping it to the floor exposing my breasts. I had decided not to wear a bra that evening, on the grounds that it was too hot. His hands caressed my breasts, squeezing the nipples as we kissed. I could feel the heat starting to rise around my clit. I went down, putting the member into my hands and stroking it, teasing the head slick with excitement. I licked the top of his penis, putting the end into my mouth before giving him the erotic punishment of his life.

He took control pulling me under him. He took off my trousers and panties and buried his head between my legs. He placed a finger then two, inside of me, rubbing up and down in a slow rhythmic pattern. His tongue licked my clit, his mouth sucking on it, licking with his tongue.


Mar’dalanda had decided to come back to Heather’s house. He was watching and waiting in the wing. He had intruded on the pair, as they were getting heavy in foreplay. As he watched, what he saw was turning him on immensely. James placed my legs over his shoulders. He was sucking and licking my clit rubbing it with his fingers, teasing me inside with his fingers. I was coming in torrents. My mouth was so dry, I could not say James’ name properly.

Neither James nor myself was aware of the blue light in the room. As soon as I was coming again, the blue light whooshed inside of me, going up through my body licking every core of me. I cried out James’ name. Light engulfed me, shining out of my crevices. James entered me at the same time aiding the Lord’s passage upwards. As he was taking me the light was in me taking me inside, leaving me inflamed. Cries of passion engulfed us all as we came together. With that the light left quickly. Mar’dalanda went back to the palace to his partner, grabbed her by the hand taking her to the gold room, throwed her down on the gold bed and took her savagely from behind.