Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) by Rebecca Lyndon

moved with an
unearthly grace. Gossamer silks clung to her body as she floated
toward the bank. Silver moonlight glistened off the curve of her
breasts and the wide swell of her hips. Her dark mound showed
clearly beneath the thin fabric. Richard tightened his grip around
the hilt of his blade even as his cock hardened.
    She smiled as she stepped onto the grassy
bank. Hardly the reaction one expected of a seemingly defenseless
woman facing an armed band of warriors. But this was no ordinary
woman. Even if Richard had not seen her gliding across the river,
he still would have sensed it. Her amethyst eyes sparkled with
their own light.
    “Put down your weapons.”
    Richard heard her voice, clear and loud in
his mind, but her full, red lips had not moved. He was certain of
it.
    When Richard shook his head in an exaggerated
manner, commanding his men to stand firm against her, she waved her
hand. The steel tip of his sword was forced to the ground with such
strength that it buried in the cracked earth at his feet. Richard
turned to see that the same unseen force had disarmed them all.
    “What are you?” Richard demanded.
    The willowy creature slid her gaze
appreciatively down his body as she stepped closer. Her dark
nipples puckered. “I go by many names, but you may call me
Ashira.”
    “And I say, we are better off calling you by
your true name,” Richard’s second in command, Rhys, said from
directly behind him. “Demon.”
    “Whatever name you choose for me is of little
importance. You should be more interested in what I can do for
you.”
    “We want nothing from you she-devil,” Richard
said.
    She dragged a slender finger down his chest.
Richard tried to raise his hand to slap her away but found he was
frozen, held fast by invisible bonds.
    “Is that so? Your minds, all of them, tell a
different story. Each one of you is a powerful warrior. Together
you are perhaps the most potent fighting force in this war. This
crusade of yours has made brothers of you, but it has also worn you
thin. You are tired,” she said, weaving through the line of men as
her dark magic held them immobile. She stopped in front of each
man, looking deep into his eyes, taking his measure. “Tired of
watching good men cut down. Tired of watching your friends waste
away with disease, their minds devoured by madness. But most of
all, you are tired of waiting to get your due.”
    “Lies,” Geoffrey Stark said as she passed
him, but his voice lacked conviction.
    But her words were all too true. They had all
started out on this journey with thoughts of securing their places
in heaven, but if the last three years had shown them anything it
was that hell was not some far off realm. The fires of perdition
would pale in comparison to the agonies they had all endured in
this infernal place.
    “I can give you all that you desire,” she
said.
    “You can end the siege?” Richard asked.
    “Of course. But I can give you much more than
that.”
    “What else?” he asked.
    “Riches. Power. Immortality.”
    Richard struggled to free himself from her
spell, but he was hit by a powerful wave of lust as she returned to
him. He imagined those red lips of hers wrapping around the length
of his cock, sucking him dry.
    Those same lips curved up in a knowing smile.
“Yes, that as well.”
    “And the price you ask for these precious
gifts?”
    Her teasing look turned serious. “Surrender
your own release, and instead offer up to me the pleasure of all
the women you touch.”
    Give up his orgasm and become an incubus? He
weighed the temptation of nearly limitless strength and wealth
against the cost.
    “For all eternity?”
    She shook her head. “One day a woman will
return your release to you. On that day you will know that your
service is no longer required.”
    “It is the devil’s bargain,” Rhys called out,
but his voice was heavy with the same desire that rushed through
Richard. “We would be empty shells. Nothing more than