Darknest Fantasy Erotica Anthology by Darknest

Author:Darknest [Darknest]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathforgers Publishing
Published: 2014-06-24T02:30:00+00:00

THE MASTER

Kaye Skellington

There was a fading whisper throughout the gathered crowd eager eyes turned towards the dual thrones at the head of the room. The Orc General moved deftly to his seat, one made of bone and ivory, curled and carved magickally to make this special piece of royal furniture look like a welcoming cage of teeth that accepted only the highest ranking orc of the kingdom. The throne next to his was smaller, much more diminutive, but more reminiscent of a civility orcs could only mimic. It was of gilded gold and bands of jewels that glimmered in the oily lights of the torches set on the adobe walls of the long throne room. The figure that followed the hefty bulk of the orc was equally his opposite, and as he settled into his rightful and hard-won place before his people, he reached out a hand to take that of his bride's.

Few people were as yet in awe of the delicate fingers that held the war-scarred grip of their General and king. Most of the orcs and trolls and goblins present had already become accustomed to the strange female their lord had chosen to take as his mate. They were not foolish enough to question his judgment, but that aside, she was an exquisite beauty, and they all envied him his position as well as his prized possession.

The Orc General turned his fiery yellow gaze from the face of his wife towards the newcomers to his court. They were elves from the outlands; by the look of their gear and the weapons at hip and in hand, these were not even primary soldiers. They were scouts, anyone with a brain could tell that; anyone, that is, except for his own outriders who had assured themselves and his advisors that they had caught a whole elven army.

"Bah!" the General said loudly, waving a hand dismissively. "Find the rest of them. This is but a scouting party for a bigger movement!"

"Yes of course, General. What shall we do with these scouts?"

"Kill them," the General said, adjusting in his seat to turn towards his bride.

As he did so, her pale hand came to rest against his bare dark green wrist. The bracelets of finely worked metal on her own slender wrist jingled as she touched at him gently. It was a signal, a cue, and one he had learned to trust. Looking into her eyes, he lifted a hand towards the guards that surrounded the stern-looking elves, staying their blades before they spilled fresh blood on his throne room floor.

The General didn't need to ask a question of his bride and mate. She would speak when she was ready, and he knew her voice would be so soft and subtle, only he would hear it. Well, perhaps the pointy ears of those present might as well. And maybe his mother, who sat in a backless and armless chair behind the two thrones so she might bear witness to the court without truly participating.

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