To Betray a Master-Cut Scenes

To Betray a Master-Cut Scenes

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Decided to use this book to store cut scenes from my book. This I will use this for all three books. These are first drafts, so they are rough, with head hopping and repetition. I will edit them slightly, but my main effort is to finish my novel series.

Summary

Decided to use this book to store cut scenes from my book. This I will use this for all three books. These are first drafts, so they are rough, with head hopping and repetition. I will edit them slightly, but my main effort is to finish my novel series.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Resolving the Triangle

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Submitted: January 13, 2018

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Aurianna was in the dungeon, making her way down stairs, when she heard noises from below her.

“You will pay for what your kind did to her!” The impact of fist on bone reverbrated up the stone stairwell.

“And who will punish you for what you did to her?”

“I didn’t hurt her! You hurt her. You ruined her! She was supposed to be my wife!” A mailed boot kicking into a gut. She could see Jeoram now, standing over the chained traitor, beating him bloody.

“Jeoram!” She called, as she grabbed him, pulling him away from his victim. “What are you doing? This is not the will of the Goddess!” Jeoram struggled against her.

“Did you tell him, Ari? Did you tell him what I did to you? That I stripped you before Baath Me’el and his court? That I claimed you for my own, and wrapped my hands around your throat until you submitted to me.” Matthias goaded, smiling wide with his fangs gleaming in his own blood.

Jeorams eyes glows with fury, as he pulled the weapon from his hilt. “Let me do this for you! Once he is dead, we can finally be together!”

“Jeoram! You can’t kill him! You will be stripped of your rank!” She tried hold him back, pleading reason to him.

“I am sure you will be fine. If they don’t care about you raping your fellow paladin then they won’t care you murdered a traitor,” Matthias taunted, bitingly cruel.

“I AM NOT A RAPIST!” Jeoram screamed, lunging for the demon chained before him. Aurianna tackled him against the cell wall, fighting for control of his great sword.  She pulled the sword from his hand, falling back on her ass. Jeoram fell forward now, his own sword piercing him through the chest. He coughed up his own blood as he spoke his last words. “You chose him over me?”

“Great job Ari,” Matthias mocked, his demonic laughter filling the cell and her head, “You killed the wrong one.”

***

Matthias shifted, restless on his cot as he slept. He rolled on his side, then on his back, then on his side again. The dream was making him restless, and he tried to settle back into sleep.

As she stared in shock at the corpse of her fiancee, he was on his feet. A loop of his chains went around her throat, and one hand roughly groped her breast as he ground himself against her ass. "Why did you wear this robe, Ari?" he asked, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric. "Did you come here, hoping to be fucked?"

Fangs scraped the back of her neck, drawing thin rivulets of blood that he lapped away. "You didn't know he was here," he purred, tugging at the silken belt of the robe and tossing it away. "It must have been for me." He pulled the chain tight, constricting her breathing, and let his hand slide down her belly. "I'm glad. Because I need you, now."

His fangs sank into her shoulder as his fingers parted her folds, circling her clit in imitation of her own actions from earlier in the evening. "Aaaahhh..." he breathed, tongue playing over her wound, one finger thrusting in and out. "You taste even better than you feel..." He bit her again, letting her blood trickle down his throat. "You wanted this, didn't you?" A second finger joined the first, stretching her a little more. "To be taken. To be used."

His hand jerked at the chain, forcing her to her knees. He pushed her forward, forcing her down across Jeoram's body. His fingers, slick and wet from her cunt, trailed over her hips as he enjoyed the sight - Aurianna's breasts flattened against the chest of the corpse, her ass pushed up into the air by the the dead man's hips, her immaculate white robe soaked with his blood. Then he tore open his own breeches, using the chain around her neck to force her to arch her back as he roughly drove his cock deep into her.

"You like that?" he grunted in time with the piston-like motion of his thick meat in her sex. "Can you feel his dead cock while I fuck you?" He pounded harder, jerking the chain as he did. "Kiss him," he grunted. "Taste your victim's blood. Is it... as sweet... as yours?" The force of his hips impacting her ass made the body beneath them jerk in a ghoulish parody of lust, and his cock throbbed and hardened still more within her silken, wet walls. With a cry gripped her hips and drove himself into her one last time as he jerked awake, semen pumping from his cock to splatter across his naked chest and thighs.

For a long moment he lay there in the darkness, heart pounding and gasping for breath, confused by where he was. Finally, as the orgasm subsided, he collapsed back onto his thin mattress. "Well... at least this time I thought to get my pants off, first."


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