Mark of the Huntress by Sarah Hawke

Author:Sarah Hawke
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Harem
Publisher: Jade Fantasy
Published: 2017-08-16T00:00:00+00:00

4

I had never been much of a stickler for rules. The entire concept of a “law-abiding citizen” had always seemed rather privileged to me, given that I carried my crime with me wherever I went. I embraced a more nuanced interpretation of right and wrong, and that flexibility had served me well over the years.

That said, I had always adhered to my own personal code. I tried not to use my magic on people unless it was absolutely necessary, and I went out of my way to avoid actively harming them unless they left me no other options. I also followed the simple but prudent guideline that a man should never wake up naked unless he was pressed against a beautiful woman.

At least until today.

“What the fuck…?” I gasped as my eyes fluttered open. My head felt like it had been bashed in with a shovel, and my vision was so blurry I knew I had been out for a while. But the real problem was that I was stark naked and hanging from the ceiling.

“Good morning, Jorem,” a voice said from somewhere nearby. “I’m glad you’re awake. Don’t worry—my sister will be along shortly.”

I blinked as much of the fog from my eyes as I could before I glanced around and took in my surroundings. I appeared to be on board the lower decks of a ship. My hands were tied above my head, and I was currently dangling back and forth with the floor a few inches beyond my toes. My ankles had been bound as well, but I was far more concerned about the black metal ring clasped snugly around the base of my cock.

“I’m sure you recognize one of the devices from the Castarium back in Vorsalos,” Ayrael said, pacing around from behind me. “I hope it’s not too uncomfortable.”

I bit down on my lip and desperately tried to swallow the lump of fear rising in my throat. It didn’t work. “What do you want from me?”

Ayrael smiled. Her mouth was almost identical to Kaseya’s, which made the malice in her grin all the more disturbing. “Where to begin?” she asked, sauntering forward. “I suppose you could start by apologizing for what you’ve done my sister.”

I closed my eyes and swore under my breath. This was bad. This was really, really bad. I didn’t even want to imagine what Ayrael had planned for Kaseya, but I knew exactly what she had planned for me. The Castarium was a grotesque “theater” back home where the Inquisitrix and her Huntresses would torment male sorcerers. The women would use whips, knives, even crossbows—anything to cause pain and leave open wounds. They would then siphon the residual Aetheric energy from the sorcerer’s blood, effectively feeding off him like a coven of vampires. Before their victim lost consciousness, however, the sated Huntresses would attach one of these devices to his cock, giggle at his discomfort…

And then castrate him.

“Kaseya is the one who came to me,” I said, struggling not to blubber incomprehensibly.

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