Golden Erotic Tales (volume one) (episodes 1, 2, 3, and 4) by M.A. Thomas Page B

anything less
from a witch?”
“Give me back my father! Return the King of
Barmoth, I beg you,” Lela said.
“Begging won’t work. It’s too late,” the
witch said.
“Is there anything you can tell us that
will help us bring back the King?” Eldrich asked.
“Oh, why yes. I can tell you where he is. I
sent him to the Kingdom of the Dead. I love that kingdom. It’s one
of my favorite kingdoms. It’s so dreadful and dark and full of
madness.”
“What do we need to do?” Lela asked.
“You’ll need to go there and convince
Godfather Death to free the King of Barmoth. It’s now out of my
hands. Godfather Death is such a grumpy creature. He hates to be
bothered.”
“Tell me how to get there,” Lela said.
“You ask too much of me.”
“Vanish me there, please,” Lela said.
“I’m tired. Be on your way,” the witch
said. “It was fun playing with you both. But I have other pressing
matters.”
Eldrich leaned in and kissed the witch on
the cheek. “I was a fool to reject you.”
The witch smiled and kissed him on the
mouth. She then said, “I’ll get her halfway there but the rest of
the journey is hers and hers alone. She’ll have to find the Kingdom
of the Dead without you,” she said to Eldrich.
He nodded.
Lela started shaking. This wasn’t
happening. Eldrich had broken her heart, torn it into a million
pieces and now...now he was going to lie with the witch.
“Are you ready?” the witch asked Lela.
Eldrich walked to Lela. “You’re in my
heart, always and forever. I love you,” he whispered.
Tears rolling down her face, Lela said, “I
will never forgive you. I’m no longer yours.”
“Come now,” the witch said, “are you
ready?”
“I am,” Lela said.
“Great and powerful ancestors of mine. Hear
my plea. Take this woman and deliver her halfway to the Kingdom of
the Dead. This, I ask of you now,” the witch said.
     
***
     
    In a whirlwind, Lela spun
in the air, her eyes closed she prayed she’d land without injury.
Her heart ached for Eldrich. And she wondered if she could ever
stop loving him. Despite what she had learned about him, she still
loved him. But she knew she could never forgive him for not telling
her the truth. A terrible, torturous thing
to still love someone you also hate.
    When she opened her eyes,
she was once again on the ground. Thank
you, thank you, Gods, for keeping me safe. Dusting herself off, she inspected the area around her. The
trees were short and thin and had no leaves. The full moon held a
prominent position here for which she was glad because its
brightness illuminated the entire forest.
Realizing she had no food or water, she
decided to start her journey at sunrise instead of pressing ahead
now. She was also exhausted and needed to find a place to
sleep.
Lightheaded, she staggered through the
trees. She’d have to find a place soon; her body seemed intent on
shutting down.
She was alone in a strange environment but
she’d not let her fear overwhelm her. If she was to succeed in
saving her father, she required a strong and purposeful mind.
Stumbling, she came upon a lake. The moon
shone on the water and she blinked rapidly. There, standing in
front of her, was....no, she was hallucinating. Rubbing her eyes,
she exhaled. He was still there.
“Is it really you?” she asked.
He came to her and hugged her tight. “It’s
me.”
His warmth ran through her, comforting her.
“Xavier.”
“Why are you here?” she asked him.
“I knew you were in trouble,” he said,
kissing the top of her head. “I won’t leave you.”
“Where is Zel?”
“She’s home. She knows I’m here. She
insisted I come,” he said.
She let her grief flow. Crying on his
chest, she said, “I’m broken. He broke my soul.”
“Do you still love him?” he asked.
“I hate him...”
“This will pass, I promise,” he said.
“Oh, Xavier, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I will take this journey with you, if you
let me,” he said.
She lifted her head and met his eyes.