by Noa Xireau
A loud explosion resounded. People screamed. Aritz stood immediately before the witch, protecting her with his body. It took Sera only a blink to figure out the origin of the explosion. Her family’s circle!
“Rachel!” Sera didn’t wait to see if Aritz followed her.
Enya had exploded the circle. The barrier protecting Rachel was broken. Sera needed to reach Rachel before the traitor did!
The screaming people running in the opposite direction bumped against Sera, shoving her backward. Sera’s shoulders and chest hurt from the continuous impacts. It didn’t matter. She had to reach Rachel. Another person ran into her, throwing her backward. A strong arm held her against a muscled chest.
“Hold on to Miriam. She’ll take you forward!” Aritz’s voice thundered in Sera’s ears.
Gentle arms embraced Sera, and the world began to spin. The dizziness finished as soon as it began. Sera blinked. She was standing at her family’s circle, and Miriam was standing beside her.
“Sera!” Rosaura appeared at her side. “I’m so sorry!”
“What happened?” Sera’s stomach threatened to rebel as she saw the chaos around her. Hurt people were everywhere, some unconscious, some writhing in pain.
“Enya says it wasn’t her.”
“What wasn’t her?” Sera saw Hagan bent over Enya as she lay on the ground.
“The circle exploded, but it wasn’t Enya.” Jari embraced his anxious mistress from behind.
“Where’s Rachel?” Sera was aware that she was screaming as she looked frantically around. She couldn’t find Rachel!
“She disappeared.” Jari’s stern expression reflected the seriousness of the situation. “Your aunt and your cousins are searching for her.”
A cold wave went through Sera. Rachel has disappeared. Her Rachel! The girl should have been secure inside the circle.
“Enya says she saw Lord Santini throwing a coin inside the circle just before the circle exploded,” Rosaura told her with wet eyes.
Shit! Sera didn’t wait for Rosaura to finish. Lord Santini had Rachel. Sera had to find her before he left the main hall. Once he reached the tunnels, there would be no way to find her. There were hundreds of tunnels in the mountain.
A scream came from the staircase. Sera’s blood froze. Rachel!
Chapter Sixteen
The haze disappeared slowly from Rachel’s mind. Hushed voices sounded at her sides. Rough hands on each arm dragged her somewhere. People screamed in the background. Why? What was happening? Rachel tried to open her eyes. She recalled the circle: Jaris sucking at her nipples…Hagan…Enya… The circle had exploded, and the energy wave had thrown her out. She was outside the circle. Rachel’s eyes snapped open.
Jeffer and Lord Santini were grappling her arms to drag her roughly with them.
“Seems that our princess is finally recovering,” Lord Santini mocked. “Get on your feet and walk, whore.” He shoved her forward.
Rachel stumbled. Princess? How does he know that I’m the princess? “You’re Sir Leylan’s accomplice!”
“Ah, you knew. I should have supposed that stupid boy wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Now I’ll have to kill that damn sorceress too.”
Sera? He wanted to kill Sera? Rachel’s hands clenched into fists as Jeffer kept shoving her toward the staircase. She had to escape; she needed to warn Sera about the danger.
“You go first,” Lord Santini said as they arrived at the first step.
Rachel bit her lip but followed his order. The man didn’t have the slightest idea about her battle skills. He’d just committed an unpardonable mistake. Stupid old wizard. Rachel took a deep breath and tensed her muscles. She turned around with a loud cry and kicked Jeffer’s chest, knocking him down the stairs.
“You stupid whore.” Lord Santini came for Rachel two steps at a time with his arm raised high and a dim, blue glow on his palm.
Rachel waited and prepared herself to punch his ugly face. She was glad that her father had always insisted she should learn how to fight. Rachel rotated her shoulder as she threw the punch and—Goddess! A blue beam of light impacted her belly. Rachel fell to her knees, barely able to hold on to the wall to not fall downstairs. An agonizing pain crossed her guts, making her scream.
“Stupid human whore. Did you think you’d be stronger than a powerful wizard?”
Goddess! I’m going to die. Unable to hold herself anymore, Rachel fell down the steps.
“Stop right now, Lord Santini!”
Tears rolled down Rachel’s cheeks as she heard Sera. Go away, Sera. He wants to kill you.
“Your pet has dared to insult me.” The wizard’s outraged voice resounded through the whole cave.
The cave filled with silence, but Rachel’s pain lessened. She had to tell Sera that the wizard was the traitor. A strong hand silenced her already open mouth.
Aritz’s urgent “Don’t!” whispered in her ear and stopped Rachel cold.
“I’ll demand compensation as is my right.” the old wizard spat out.
A slow threat filled Rachel’s stomach when Sera stared at her. Sera’s face was devoid of any expression. Aritz tensed at Rachel’s back.
“And what compensation is it you require?” the sorceress asked coldly from where she stood.
“The festival rules state that I have the right to own her and teach her manners for one moon cycle.”
Rachel gasped under Aritz’s palm. The witch appeared at their side and put a calming hand on Rachel’s shoulder.
“Don’t complicate things more than they already are. The sorceress will solve this,” the witch murmured between clenched teeth.
Rachel shoved Aritz’s hand aside. “He’s a traitor; he tried to kidnap me!” Rachel hissed.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re a pet, and this mountain doesn’t belong to your kingdom. As long as your owner isn’t at your side, he’s allowed to do with you whatever he wants,” the witch explained.
“I take the responsibility for my pet’s behavior before the I’maggus council. I should have known better than to bring my untrained pet to our gathering.” Sera’s clear voice could be heard in the whole cave.
The hall filled with whispers and gasps, making Rachel even more uneasy.
Lord Santini huffed, disappointed. “You prefer to take the punishment from the council instead of teaching your pet the lesson?”
“I prefer to recognize my own responsibility and train my pet myself,” Sera stated firmly.
“You’re a crazy—”
“Take care with your words, wizard. Sera has accepted her punishment. None of her family members will accept you insulting her,” Aunt Maggie warned the wizard while all the sorceresses in the chamber took one step forward.
The cave filled with tension. Sera went to the woman at Rachel’s side. Sera’s head was raised high as she ignored Rachel and her tear-stricken face. Sera spoke directly to the woman. “Could you get her out from here, Miriam?”
The woman nodded. “Don’t worry about her, sorceress. I’ll take care of everything.”
Even before Rachel had time to protest, Miriam put a hand over hers, and in the next blink, Rachel stood before the fire in a cozy one-room cabin. A moment later her brother appeared out of the thin ether and took her tightly in his arms.
“My Goddess, Rachel! Are you all right?”
“Yes. No. What are they going to do to Sera?”
Her brother stepped aside, avoiding her eyes. “They have their own rules and punishments. I’m not sure.”
“Oh my Goddess, we forced her to take me to the Moon Festival, and now she’s going to be punished because of me.”
“Why would you force her to take you there as a pet?” Aritz frowned as he stared at her.
“I had to talk to you and convince you to come back with me.”
Aritz’s shoulders sagged. “It wasn’t necessary for you to come. I know my responsibilities.”
Rachel gaped at him. “You were going to come back on your own?�
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“Yes…I just need some more time.” He stared into the orange flames of the fireplace. “Right now, Miriam needs me more than you do…and if I have to renounce the woman I love, at least I have the right to take some memories with me.”
Rachel didn’t ask why a witch would need him as a pet. “You love a witch who keeps you as a pet?” It wasn’t that incomprehensible to her anymore, but she had to ask anyway.
“Don’t you love that sorceress that owns you as a pet?”
“It’s not the same!” Rachel protested.
“It isn’t? You seemed to submit quite nicely to her at the festival,” her brother stated drily.
Rachel closed her mouth and let herself fall into one of the chairs. There was nothing else she could say on the matter. It was true. She loved Sera. “How are you able to give Miriam up?” she asked finally.
“I’ve been born and educated to be the future ruler. I can’t change what I am, and neither can I change what she is.”
“She would make a beautiful queen.”
“Yes, she would, if she were able to accept the terms. But then I would be asking her to change, wouldn’t I?”
Rachel understood. His queen would have to kneel before him and not the other way around.
“You could keep her as a lover. A lot of kings have lovers.”
“Miriam would never accept sharing me with another woman.”
“That’s true. I wouldn’t.” The witch appeared in the middle of the room and took off her cape as if they were talking about the weather. She moved a finger, and the cape hung itself over a coat hanger.
“You heard what we were talking about?” Aritz asked hesitantly.
“Of course. I’ve been here all the time with you. You already know I wouldn’t let you be alone with another woman, don’t you?” Miriam said, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel saw how her brother’s cheeks acquired a slightly red hue. “She’s my sister!”
“I know.”
“You know you can’t keep him forever; he’s—” Rachel couldn’t finish.
“I know.” The witch stared into Aritz’s eyes. “But I can keep him as long as he wants to be kept.”
Her brother turned around to give them both his back. “I’ll have to return soon.”
“I can take your place if you renounce publically,” Rachel stated in a low murmur.
Her brother looked at her, obviously surprised. “You would give up the sorceress to free me from my responsibilities?”
“Sera has never asked me to stay with her, nor has she said she loved me. There’s nothing to give up.”
“How dare you belittle her sacrifice for you?”
Rachel stared transfixed at the furious witch. The woman’s eyes were glowing.
“Do you even know what the council is going to do to her? How much it will hurt?”
Aritz embraced the woman from behind, but the witch kept speaking. “It feels as if you were burning from the inside out, you can feel the fire consuming you, scalding your organs and your skin, even your eyes and your lungs. But that is only the first stage. Afterward, it seems as if someone was stabbing you and twisting the daggers in your body, and each and every stage is worse than the stage before.
“The only thing you can think about during the three days you stay there is dying. You don’t even have the relief to fall unconscious from the pain because they won’t let you. And you have the impertinence to declare that she doesn’t love you?”
Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t know they would hurt her. I thought that only my own life was at stake, not hers. Goddess! Sera didn’t want to take me to the Festival. Father and I pressed her to do it. Oh, Goddess, what did we do?” Rachel covered her face with her hands.
“Do you love her?” The witch seemed calmer now.
Rachel looked at her, indifferent to the tears running down her cheeks. “How could I not love her when she owns my heart, my body, and my soul?”
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When the guards left Sera before her home, she felt empty. Her physical pain seemed to recede as she looked at the dark windows. Instead a deep black hole threatened to devour her heart. Rachel’s image in her mind had been the only thing keeping Sera sane throughout all that horrible torture and pain, but now, looking at her lonely dark tower, she felt her loss all the more. There weren’t any excuses or hopes left. Rachel was gone, and with her, all her warmth.
If it weren’t for her exhaustion and weakness, Sera probably would have gone somewhere else to rest and recover, but her knees were already giving out under her own weight. She stumbled into the tower, and, too tired even to light the fire, she just got rid of her robe, letting it fall to the floor. The only thing she wanted to do was to close her eyes and to forget all her pain, all her longing for Rachel. Slipping under her blanket, she tried to close her eyelids, but the image of her beautiful redhead was still etched in her mind. At least she knew that Rachel would be safe. One of the guards had told her that Lord Santini was now the king’s prisoner.
A warm body moved with care under the blankets behind her. Sera went stiff when the feminine curves pressed against her back and an arm embraced her gently.
“Rachel?”
“Yes, Mistress?” The murmured answer came out almost like a caress.
The sorceress pressed her eyelids together, willing her tears to recede. “What are you doing here?” She was too afraid to move and even to breathe, just in case her imagination was playing with her mind.
“A princess can never leave an apprenticeship unfinished. I’m here to finish my training…and you still owe me a punishment.”
Sera relaxed. Yes, this was her rebellious little princess, and she was really here with her. Sera could feel the warmth coming from Rachel’s body. Even when a tear ran down her cheek, a slow smile appeared on Sera’s lips. “And what is that punishment for?”
“I’ve been touching myself while I was thinking of you, and I’ve been coming without your permission.”
Sera swallowed. Hell, she had spent her torture trying to conjure Rachel’s sweet, tempting voice in her mind to distract her from the pain, but nothing could compare with hearing Rachel’s voice for real.
“How many times?”
“I’ve lost count of it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your hands and the way you fucked me with your cock when you let it grow…”
There was so much love in Rachel’s tone as she said each and every word that the hot images Rachel had just described passed to the background in Sera’s mind. I love you too, my little princess.
“Wake me up tomorrow evening—you know how I like it—and get your ass prepared before you begin. After the spanking, I’m going to fuck your cute, tight ass.”
Rachel snuggled closer to her, letting out a satisfied sight.
“And Rachel…”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Once I’ve fucked you…I’m going to make love to you.”
Rachel raised her head. “Love?”
“Mhm.”
“Like in slow and easy?”
“No.” Sera’s tired voice didn’t hide her amusement. “Like in telling you how beautiful you are and how much I love you, while I pump into your hot, needy cunt, making you scream my name like crazy and giving you that dreamy face you get when you begin worshipping me.”
“I don’t worship you!”
“Yes, you do, little princess, and I’ll make sure that you keep doing it for a long, long time.”
“Why do I have the feeling that when you call me ‘princess,’ it has a whole different connotation for you? At the beginning I thought that you said it as an offense, but you don’t use it in that way, do you?” Rachel asked.
“Princess is my pet name for you. People don’t need to know how nicely you submit to me, and I’ll enjoy calling you princess in public to see how you clench your thighs. And instead of Mistress from now on, you’re going to call me ‘my sorceress.’”
“G
oddess! You’ve got a perverted mind!”
“Yes, but that’s why you love me.”
“Not just because of that,” admitted Rachel in a whisper.
Sera’s heart filled with warmth.
“Tomorrow, love. Tomorrow I’m going to tell you how much I love you, but now, stop clenching your cunt. I need to sleep, and you aren’t going to come again without me.”
Sera smiled at Rachel’s low groan. Tomorrow, little princess…
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The Sorceress’s Pet
Noa Xireau
Noa simply tells the stories of the people living in her mind. The reason all of these stories are full of erotic adventures, sexual fantasies, and yummy males is still a mystery but she obviously isn’t responsible for that (or at least that’s what she says).
Her motto is “Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere”. Maybe that’s why she’s always off visiting other worlds, even if her home is in the beautiful south of Spain. But just don’t try to tell her that she isn’t a good girl, as that’s about as risky as taking away her beloved chocolate or alpha heroes!
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