Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Quolliss was eternal… as long as its Masters willed it to be. It lived for its Masters, remaining still, hidden, and protected, listening for their voices.

Those moments were the rarest treats. Almost silent but filled with significance and madness, Quolliss would absorb these messages delivered to its subconscious in the long dark nights.

Sometimes they came with energy. Enough to fulfill the wishes of the Masters with a little left over to sustain Quolliss itself.

The Masters had a plan. They hadn’t shared all of it with Quolliss, but it knew it was perfect and promised nothing less than the bliss of bringing the Masters to this realm.

Nothing would be allowed to interfere with the plan. Patience in this time-aware realm was a key requirement for its success.

Quolliss was patient, as time is nothing.

It couldn’t be seen, heard, tasted, smelled, or touched.

However, its passage could be observed and obsessed over.

The Masters lived in a realm with no concept of time, and to Quolliss, to live there would have been bliss.

The inhabitants of this realm fought against time. They wailed and beat their chests in futile defiance of its uncaring passage.

Quolliss despised them as much as one could a mote of dust or flake of dead skin.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Time had much less meaning for Quolliss than it did for the ephemeral ones, but it, too, was aware of its passing. A great deal of it had slipped by during their extensive existence, far more than most of the residents of this world would ever experience.

There had been one the Masters gifted with eternity, but she betrayed them, and Quollis could no longer sense her.

Thinking of her resurfaced the jealousy and rage that tormented Quolliss’ mind when it discovered that she’d been first. The witch, whom the Masters gifted with so much power only to see her refuse to do their bidding, was the Masters’ first choice.

Quolliss was a failsafe, a contingency, a Plan B. The Masters created it to fulfill their desires. It would not fail them or refuse anything they asked. However, it once more thought of how much energy the Masters gifted to the ungrateful witch and how little it had received in comparison. It screamed a tortured sound into the darkness.

Its greed flared as it knew that this excessive share of the Masters’ energy still existed. It was now contained within a new being who was proving more difficult to track than the witch!

The new being had a terrifying ability to make the energy disappear from Quolliss’ perception. Most often for short intervals, but it recently vanished for so long that Quolliss’ already fractured mind splintered further.

The Masters whispered to Quolliss as it slept in this tortured state until their patience was rewarded as Quolliss once more detected the energy, and a semblance of stability returned.

In the latest message from the Masters, they laid out the next phase of the plan.

Quolliss was awed by the intricate dance this would lead its unwitting participants to perform. The Masters’ will would not be denied.

Soon, Quolliss would bask in their presence.

-=-

When Henry awoke, he saw the storm had finally passed, and the light through his window indicated he’d likely missed breakfast. The room needed a clock.

He noticed Camila had already gotten up to start her day. He couldn’t blame her for that.

He stretched and yawned loudly and heard nervous giggles from outside the door. Then came a gentle knocking.

“Come in!” he called out, looking down at himself to ensure the covers hid his morning wood.

The door opened, and a head peeked around it. It was Steph.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased.

He looked for his kilt as it had his cell in the pouch, but Camila had likely picked it up and placed it on the chair across the room. “What time is it?” he asked.

She moved to sit on the side of the bed and smiled at him. “It’s almost eleven. Everyone is downstairs. We had breakfast in the cavern because the dining room table was still there. The Valkyries were trying to work out a way to carry it up without getting you to open the Magic door to the dining room, but the consensus was that it couldn’t be done. The cave was very bright with those enormous windows and the lights above. It felt strange to be so far underground yet feel like it was ground level.” She was speaking a little rapidly.

He smiled as he watched her fidget and play with the blankets.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she suddenly blurted, and he heard the damage her idiot husband had done.

“I think you’re very beautiful!”

She smiled in relief, but her expression broke again. “But I talk too much, right?”

He tilted his head at her as he looked at her curiously. “No. I like hearing your voice. It’s so full of life and joy. Listening to you and Tish laugh and talk makes me very happy.”

She bit her lip as her eyes traveled over his chest. “So long…” she sighed wistfully to herself.

“Excuse me?” he asked carefully.

Her face suddenly went crimson as she realized she’d said that out loud. “I-I-I’m sorry! It’s n-nothing!”

He sat up, the blankets dropping to expose the hard muscles of his stomach as he took her hand in his. Steph was frozen. The blankets were so close to revealing what she wanted to see more than anything.

“Speak to me, Steph.”

Her jaw moved, but she had no words.

Henry lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. She made an odd sound, then climbed onto the bed, yanking the blankets down in the process.

“Oh my god!” she gasped as she exposed his semi-erect cock. Then Henry slid his hands into her hair and pulled her onto his lap to kiss her deeply. He moved his hands down and undid her kilt, tossing it aside. She moaned into the kiss and grabbed his head as she chased his tongue with hers while dragging her wetness across the underside of his now very hard cock. She was trembling, then frantically trying to get him inside her. He assisted a little then he gasped as she began to accept him.

“I… I have to… warn you. We won’t last… long, as it feels too good!” He struggled to speak as she dropped over his cock, gasping, cooing, and moaning as they fit together so well.

He was proven correct as once they were fully connected, Steph cried out and clung to him as her first release in a long time rocked through her. This triggered Henry, and she gasped as she felt his heat filling her deep inside. Then the Wild Magic surged through her body, filling her with another kind of warmth and tingling.

They clung together, catching their breath, and finally pulled back to grin at each other.

“It is… an absolute truth… beyond any question… that David… was a blind idiot… for not realizing… how fucking lucky he was!” Henry panted.

Steph’s eyes welled up, and she kissed Henry fiercely. He returned the kiss, and soon they were panting once more.

“Again?” she asked and bit her lip.

“Oh, yes!” he agreed enthusiastically, and she burst into joyful giggles.

She had catching up to do.

-=-

Lunchtime arrived as Henry, fresh from a shower, rejoined the world in a new kilt, hunting a little sustenance to fill his empty stomach.

Tish met him in the kitchen with a large plate of leftovers from dinner. He gave her a grateful kiss and sat with her at the small table in the kitchen.

She watched him immediately devour half the contents of the plate and smiled at him when he sat back to take a breath.

“She wore you out that much?” she said with a grin.

Henry just looked at Tish with a raised eyebrow, and she raised her hands in surrender. He sighed and relaxed in his chair as his eyes looked towards the back windows at the brilliant blue skies outside.

“I can’t understand why anyone would do what David did to her. She’s so much like you… but with giggles,” Henry said as he shook his head.

Tish grinned as she nodded and took his hand in hers to kiss his palm. He raised his eyebrows at her, then pulled her hand to his lips until she began to squirm and tugged her hand free. “Wicked boy,” she whispered to him with a smile, then headed for the stairs to check on her sister.