touch. Their kisses were just as
plentiful, the men buried in the attention, their eyes mirrors to
the bliss they felt within; their manhood, banners that stood
without.
Sebastian nearly choked on his tongue when
the first of the girls, a beautiful brunette with wide, shapely
hips straddled the nearest of the men, taking him inside her
without shame or reserve. She rode him with intent, her arms
clasped about his neck, her breasts doing their best to drown him
in their mass.
The rest of the women playfully fought over
the other young man, who Sebastian unconsciously recognized as
Devlin; the one Elizabeth had sent off for Karil. The victor of the
battle wasted no time claiming her spoils, climbing onto Devlin’s
lap to the rambunctious cheers of the crowd around them. The young
man grimaced in pleasure as he settled in her, his head lolling
back with a grunted laugh.
Though he knew he looked the fool, Sebastian
stood and watched, unable to turn away. Despite his earlier
reluctance, he felt his borrowed pants grow tighter. His life spent
in the waste lands, learning to fight, far from the charms of women
of any kind, he was quite unprepared for the carnality so brazenly
displayed before him. He’d never seen a woman naked, let alone
witnessed one having sex. His gaze was locked on the antics in the
circle as he imagined himself in place of the two young men, the
women’s attention all on him. It was a pleasant fantasy.
He didn’t notice his father’s voice until
Darius grasped his shoulder and shook him roughly. As though caught
with his hand beneath the covers, his eyes popped wide, and he
looked at his father who motioned for him to follow. Sebastian
sighed and cast another glance at the decadence splayed out before
him, then moved off stiffly after his father, hoping no one would
notice his unease.
Near the edge of the trees, just out of
sight of the orgy by the fire, Darius came to a halt. Elizabeth
stood before him, and Sebastian trudged up alongside, planting
himself in the shadows cast by the nearby tree. He couldn’t bring
himself to look up at the beautiful witch. His body still played at
revolt, and he didn’t trust it not to betray him.
“ I’m no puritan, Elizabeth, but
neither am I blind. I see what you intend with this sordid
display.” He waved toward the campfire.
She sighed. “I’m sorry, Darius. I have lived
too long in the wilderness, and have lost the way of honest
speech.”
“ Then think of me as I was in your
previous life, and speak clear.” He shook his head, anger pulling
at his lips. “You tempt the boy shamelessly to cast your net. I
will not have it.”
Sebastian realized his father meant him. His
gaze shifted to Elizabeth in confusion. It was her turn to look
away.
“ I only hoped to show you what life
was like for his kind here, Darius. Is it too much to yearn for a
few moments of happiness amidst the chaos of our world?”
Darius laughed, but there was no humor in
it. “You call this happiness? I call it sprinkling cinnamon on shit
and calling it dessert. You mean to breed my boy as though he were
a bull stud. This is not about him, but about how many of his kind
you can birth and raise into an army.”
It hit Sebastian right then what his father
was saying. “The two, in the circle, are warlocks?”
Elizabeth gave a slow nod.
Darius’ gaze settled on Sebastian so heavily
he could feel its weight.
He took a moment to compose the words that
raced to explode from his throat. “Like that fool from the woods,
you would have me join your resistance, my own interests be
damned?” His excitement died off, a candle snuffed beneath a
taper.
“ That is not the way of it,” she
argued. “Though I will not lie and say we would not benefit from
having you part of us.”
Sebastian growled, but she continued on.
“ Your mother was the greatest witch
I’ve ever known, her power a burning sun in a sky of twinkling
stars—”
“ Yet she is still dead!”
“ By
plentiful, the men buried in the attention, their eyes mirrors to
the bliss they felt within; their manhood, banners that stood
without.
Sebastian nearly choked on his tongue when
the first of the girls, a beautiful brunette with wide, shapely
hips straddled the nearest of the men, taking him inside her
without shame or reserve. She rode him with intent, her arms
clasped about his neck, her breasts doing their best to drown him
in their mass.
The rest of the women playfully fought over
the other young man, who Sebastian unconsciously recognized as
Devlin; the one Elizabeth had sent off for Karil. The victor of the
battle wasted no time claiming her spoils, climbing onto Devlin’s
lap to the rambunctious cheers of the crowd around them. The young
man grimaced in pleasure as he settled in her, his head lolling
back with a grunted laugh.
Though he knew he looked the fool, Sebastian
stood and watched, unable to turn away. Despite his earlier
reluctance, he felt his borrowed pants grow tighter. His life spent
in the waste lands, learning to fight, far from the charms of women
of any kind, he was quite unprepared for the carnality so brazenly
displayed before him. He’d never seen a woman naked, let alone
witnessed one having sex. His gaze was locked on the antics in the
circle as he imagined himself in place of the two young men, the
women’s attention all on him. It was a pleasant fantasy.
He didn’t notice his father’s voice until
Darius grasped his shoulder and shook him roughly. As though caught
with his hand beneath the covers, his eyes popped wide, and he
looked at his father who motioned for him to follow. Sebastian
sighed and cast another glance at the decadence splayed out before
him, then moved off stiffly after his father, hoping no one would
notice his unease.
Near the edge of the trees, just out of
sight of the orgy by the fire, Darius came to a halt. Elizabeth
stood before him, and Sebastian trudged up alongside, planting
himself in the shadows cast by the nearby tree. He couldn’t bring
himself to look up at the beautiful witch. His body still played at
revolt, and he didn’t trust it not to betray him.
“ I’m no puritan, Elizabeth, but
neither am I blind. I see what you intend with this sordid
display.” He waved toward the campfire.
She sighed. “I’m sorry, Darius. I have lived
too long in the wilderness, and have lost the way of honest
speech.”
“ Then think of me as I was in your
previous life, and speak clear.” He shook his head, anger pulling
at his lips. “You tempt the boy shamelessly to cast your net. I
will not have it.”
Sebastian realized his father meant him. His
gaze shifted to Elizabeth in confusion. It was her turn to look
away.
“ I only hoped to show you what life
was like for his kind here, Darius. Is it too much to yearn for a
few moments of happiness amidst the chaos of our world?”
Darius laughed, but there was no humor in
it. “You call this happiness? I call it sprinkling cinnamon on shit
and calling it dessert. You mean to breed my boy as though he were
a bull stud. This is not about him, but about how many of his kind
you can birth and raise into an army.”
It hit Sebastian right then what his father
was saying. “The two, in the circle, are warlocks?”
Elizabeth gave a slow nod.
Darius’ gaze settled on Sebastian so heavily
he could feel its weight.
He took a moment to compose the words that
raced to explode from his throat. “Like that fool from the woods,
you would have me join your resistance, my own interests be
damned?” His excitement died off, a candle snuffed beneath a
taper.
“ That is not the way of it,” she
argued. “Though I will not lie and say we would not benefit from
having you part of us.”
Sebastian growled, but she continued on.
“ Your mother was the greatest witch
I’ve ever known, her power a burning sun in a sky of twinkling
stars—”
“ Yet she is still dead!”
“ By
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