Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The three Azars stayed close to me.
Yet, I caught a fast blur rush toward Ferkos. He shrieked as a fourth Azar grabbed him from behind and held a long sword against his throat. The blade was made of crystal and looked deadly sharp.
This Azar’s eyes were cold and hard. A cruel smile spread across his face.
Ferkos shook. “I should have never let you feed from me.”
“That wasn’t your mistake.” Azar pressed the blade close to Ferkos’s throat. Blood trickled down his neck. “Your mistake was consistently pushing to fuck what was mine.”
The other three Azars suddenly disappeared from me.
I panted. Semen streamed along my body. Some spilled out of my pussy. A little dripped out of my mouth.
Ferkos scowled. “I cannot help what is in my nature, Azar.”
“Where are the Boto Brothers?”
“Port of Rio de Janeiro.”
“Give me more.”
“They stay on a huge yacht called, Endless Pleasure. The name is written in cursive on the side.”
Azar grinned. “If the Boto Brothers are not there or you warn them that I am coming—”
“You will tear off another one of my cocks?”
“Not one, Ferkos. This time all four will be yanked out.”
Four? I thought it was only three. Where was the other one?
“It was good seeing you, Ferkos.”
He sighed. “I wish I could say the same, stingy demon.”
“Good night.” Azar lifted the sword and slammed the handle hard against Ferkos’s head. The demon went limp in Azar’s hold.
The waterfall and majestic garden disappeared.
Slowly, Azar lay Ferkos down on the ground.
We stood in the center of a large, dank warehouse. The stench of blood and death suffocated me. Rusty-barred caged cells lined the walls full of all types of creatures—humans and fairies, vampires and trolls. Any supernatural being that one could imagine, Ferkos had contained.
The creatures in the cages, sobbed and cried in despair. Some had their arms through the bars, grasping and clawing. Others huddled in the corners of their cages.
“No!” I tried to reach out my hands as if I could free them, but I could barely move. And then, darkness enveloped me.
Chapter 11
A Story of Angels
Azar
I had to escape with Fatou.
Ferkos remained unconscious and on the ground for now. He was so powerful, he would get up soon. Plus, demons were petty creatures.
Ferkos would spend centuries trying to get his revenge.
I grabbed Fatou. Her body was limp in my arms. She must’ve passed out from all the sex magic. Three parts of my being fucked her hard, stuffing that lovely body as much as I could.
And still I yearned to have more of her.
I blurred us out of Ferkos’s office, almost knocking down guards and guests. Not everyone kept their balance. Some cursed me in their languages. Others gawked probably wondering what I had been up to.
What did they think as I held my cum-soaked sex slave in my arms?
Once out of the church, I wasted no time on signaling for a taxi.
I tightened my grip on Fatou and jumped in the air. With Ferkos’s surge of his club power, I was light and free like a feather floating on the wind.
I rose up into the cool night’s darkness, passing the gargoyles planted on the roof. One growled but remained still. The other eyed me as I flew away with Fatou.
So high up, the stars sparkled and the moon glowed luminous silver.
While I didn’t have the hotel’s address in my head, I remembered the scent of that room and followed the trail. The smell was a hint of polished wood and newly washed cotton sheets mingled with the different scents of the past people who’d been there. Fatou’s lovely fragrance was buried in there, too. Along with the scent of her needles and the stank of the khaki pants she had me wearing earlier.
I flew in the air faster.
The wind blew through my hair.
The city passed under my feet in a never-ending stream of bright lights, honking car horns and the rushing of flowing water. Traveling humans and murderous creatures strolled in the shadows. The moon was full, and its glow filtered through the trees that lined the streets, creating moonlight that danced on the water. It was a moving landscape, quietly slipping by like an ocean wave.
A soft moan left Fatou. She squirmed in my hold.
I looked down and called leather straps to wrap around her, nervous that she might be cold.
Soon the scent grew stronger and the hotel appeared in my view. I found the right balcony, used my magic to force open the glass door, and carried Fatou inside.
It took me twenty minutes to cloak the space from demon eyes and noses. It was an elaborate spell, requiring me to spill my blood and envision a space outside of the realm of demons. Therefore, I created my best interpretation of the Paradise— Eden—the area where Adam and Eve lived.