Blood Magic
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,430
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
A flicker of hope
Sorry for the wait.
Finally they reached their destination, sun warmed her cold abused skin but Emily did not feel it. Her eyes were to busy scanning the grassy court yard where a herd unicorn watched curiously before going back to grazing alongside the Pegasus herd.
Emily trembled at the sight of the Gryphon but it was more interested in the cow carcass it was tearing into.
They approached a large Centaur Emily’s eyes ran over this handsome features, down his chiselled chest then along his beautiful steel grey body. A loud burst of laughter by a group of Fauns playing cards near by made Emily start badly. She was so busy scanning the area for exits and dangers she hadn’t heard the words between Cali and the magnificent beast before them.
“Emily” Cali spoke in her soft musical voice Emily looked at the bird woman with a mixture of loathing, hatred and admiration. “I leave you in Jimmy’s capable hands. It would be wise for you to obey him and not fight him like you did Peter”
After those few words she walked away. Emily glared at her back and turned to ‘Jimmy’
“I’m Jimbaborthorth” he said “Every one calls me Jimmy”
She sensed he was trying to be friendly, not to frighten her more than she already been frightened. Still she did not answer him.
“come” he said he turned around and started leading her to a small stable. He opened the door allowing her to talk in first. “there’s a shower through there go get cleaned up, Cali has gone to ask the master for clothes for you.”
He routed around in a cupboard and handed her a vial which she eyed wearily.
“drink it unless you want his foal” he stated bluntly and Emily realising what little choice she actually had took the potion and downed it in one. She closed her eyes tightly fighting back the frightened tears half expecting to feel that build up of lust over whelm her once more.
He ushered her into a room and she was handed at towel and the centaur left her. She stepped into the shower and turned it as hot as she could bear. The water singed her skin, burning away the traces of him. She scrubbed at her skin furiously making sure no spot was missed before finally collapsing and her tears mingling with the shower water.
She sit there huddled in the shower her mind thought back to her apartment, her classes, her family and her one true friend. Bryan.
Her mind lingered on him, she wondered if he was looking for her.
Bryan lay in bed exhausted, He couldn’t allow himself to believe Emily was dead, he thought of their words in the bar the night before and how he had watched her so intently and how much his heart ached with longing for her to be alive, He closed his eyes and pictured her, her hair in pigtails, in a French maids outfit at his birthday party, she was laughing at a joke he’d just told her eyes sparkling brightly. With out realising it he cast a spell and their minds touched. She no longer saw the bathroom but they were in a field by the bridge where they often spend time training.
“cruel dreams” He told himself when he saw her there huddled and sobbing but he went to her any way and she jumped and looked up at him.
“Bryan! I must be dreaming…” she said her eyes filling up with tears.
“You’re alive” he said suddenly understanding. “Honey tell me where you are!”
“I don’t know” she sobbed into him “I was on my way home from the club and there was this guy, he’s kidnapped me his name is Peter” she searched her memory “Minores help me Bryan… I don’t think I can survive here for long”
Her voice was desperate for as the moment she realised they were using magic and actually communicating the collar started interfering.
“He put a collar on me so I can’t use magic.” She whimpered as her form became fuzzy and the sound of her voice distant. He held onto her tightly as if to stop her slipping away.
“the collar!” she said pulling away she drew a quick picture “figure out how to remove it and perhaps we’ll link up like we have now”
He nodded not wanting to break that thread of fragile hope that sparkled in her eyes.
“I’m so scared” she whimpered.
“hold strong I’m coming for you baby, I’ll get you out of there I swear it to you” she smiled but it was brief before the image of her vanished all together. Memorising the picture he snapped himself out of the spell and ran to the phone to tell Emily’s family.
Finally they reached their destination, sun warmed her cold abused skin but Emily did not feel it. Her eyes were to busy scanning the grassy court yard where a herd unicorn watched curiously before going back to grazing alongside the Pegasus herd.
Emily trembled at the sight of the Gryphon but it was more interested in the cow carcass it was tearing into.
They approached a large Centaur Emily’s eyes ran over this handsome features, down his chiselled chest then along his beautiful steel grey body. A loud burst of laughter by a group of Fauns playing cards near by made Emily start badly. She was so busy scanning the area for exits and dangers she hadn’t heard the words between Cali and the magnificent beast before them.
“Emily” Cali spoke in her soft musical voice Emily looked at the bird woman with a mixture of loathing, hatred and admiration. “I leave you in Jimmy’s capable hands. It would be wise for you to obey him and not fight him like you did Peter”
After those few words she walked away. Emily glared at her back and turned to ‘Jimmy’
“I’m Jimbaborthorth” he said “Every one calls me Jimmy”
She sensed he was trying to be friendly, not to frighten her more than she already been frightened. Still she did not answer him.
“come” he said he turned around and started leading her to a small stable. He opened the door allowing her to talk in first. “there’s a shower through there go get cleaned up, Cali has gone to ask the master for clothes for you.”
He routed around in a cupboard and handed her a vial which she eyed wearily.
“drink it unless you want his foal” he stated bluntly and Emily realising what little choice she actually had took the potion and downed it in one. She closed her eyes tightly fighting back the frightened tears half expecting to feel that build up of lust over whelm her once more.
He ushered her into a room and she was handed at towel and the centaur left her. She stepped into the shower and turned it as hot as she could bear. The water singed her skin, burning away the traces of him. She scrubbed at her skin furiously making sure no spot was missed before finally collapsing and her tears mingling with the shower water.
She sit there huddled in the shower her mind thought back to her apartment, her classes, her family and her one true friend. Bryan.
Her mind lingered on him, she wondered if he was looking for her.
Bryan lay in bed exhausted, He couldn’t allow himself to believe Emily was dead, he thought of their words in the bar the night before and how he had watched her so intently and how much his heart ached with longing for her to be alive, He closed his eyes and pictured her, her hair in pigtails, in a French maids outfit at his birthday party, she was laughing at a joke he’d just told her eyes sparkling brightly. With out realising it he cast a spell and their minds touched. She no longer saw the bathroom but they were in a field by the bridge where they often spend time training.
“cruel dreams” He told himself when he saw her there huddled and sobbing but he went to her any way and she jumped and looked up at him.
“Bryan! I must be dreaming…” she said her eyes filling up with tears.
“You’re alive” he said suddenly understanding. “Honey tell me where you are!”
“I don’t know” she sobbed into him “I was on my way home from the club and there was this guy, he’s kidnapped me his name is Peter” she searched her memory “Minores help me Bryan… I don’t think I can survive here for long”
Her voice was desperate for as the moment she realised they were using magic and actually communicating the collar started interfering.
“He put a collar on me so I can’t use magic.” She whimpered as her form became fuzzy and the sound of her voice distant. He held onto her tightly as if to stop her slipping away.
“the collar!” she said pulling away she drew a quick picture “figure out how to remove it and perhaps we’ll link up like we have now”
He nodded not wanting to break that thread of fragile hope that sparkled in her eyes.
“I’m so scared” she whimpered.
“hold strong I’m coming for you baby, I’ll get you out of there I swear it to you” she smiled but it was brief before the image of her vanished all together. Memorising the picture he snapped himself out of the spell and ran to the phone to tell Emily’s family.