His hair dripped the rain over his face. “What do you mean?”
“Her spirit lives on inside another woman. She knew. She told you as much before she died. You must find her again. Remember what you have learned, Pilan. Your gifts have changed. Now they include compassion.”
He knelt on the road. Something flashed on the wet ground beside him. It was his gold medallion. It had been returned, along with his powers. He was himself again, complete—except for the hole in his heart left by the loss of Kelly.
Chapter Seven
Alyson
He released Alyson’s hand and sat back in his chair.
“Oh Lord. My God, what did you do? Where did you go?”
“For a long time, I wandered around. I even went back to where my tribe was. Everything was gone, nothing left but the distant memories of greatness. I had nothing. My past and present were memories, nothing more. But it was a test. I grew as a person, as they say, with a better understanding for people.
“It was at this time that I started listening more, mainly to women. To listen to what their hearts and fantasies told them. To go back to where I had started and become who I really am. I realize now that I need to follow my heart. To be whatever a woman wants me to be. I still seduce and have sex with women, but I take more care in what I do. This way I can find Kelly again. She was a godsend and my quest is to find her within another woman.”
“Have you been with a lot of women since Kelly left?”
He turned, staring at Alyson. “No, just a few. Then I was summoned by Claudia.”
“How will you know? How will you know it’s Kelly when you find her?”
“I’ll know. She’ll show herself when she is ready.”
Alyson wiped away her tears. There was a tornado of emotions flowing through her. She didn’t know if she wanted to fuck him or hug him. She had watched and been through so much in such a short time that there was a connection between them. She felt it. He had to feel it too. Why else did he agree to talk to her and share so much?
“Alyson, I have given you all you asked from me. You know my story, you know who I am. Now it’s time for you to do as we agreed and give me my medallion.” He stood, staring out the window.
“You’re just going to leave?”
“Yes, that was our agreement. I’ve told you more than I should have. I must leave now.”
Her eyes surveyed the situation. His black leather pants hugged tightly against his large muscular legs. She swallowed and a flush of passion heated her body. She wanted one last little thing from him.
Well, she knew it was a rather large thing, but still…
If she could have one personal sexual experience with him that she longed for after seeing all the women he had pleasured, it would kill two birds with one stone. She’d have closure to her story and secondly she would finally get fucked properly because her batteries were low and the men she met couldn’t find a clitoris with a map and magnifying glass.
Alyson stepped over to her bag and rummaged around. She pulled the thick necklace from it, letting the gold amulet dangle from the chain.
The dark man walked over to her. His eyes were fixed on his amulet, the last link to his past and future.
“I need this back.” Some of the tension left his voice as he stared at it. “It’s a gift and a calling card when I visit women. And now—now it helps me get some balance back into my existence.”
Alyson lifted the heavy jewelry over her head and let it hang around her neck. She rubbed the bumpy texture of the metal, pressing it between her breasts. The heat began to climb within her. She looked up at the dark man then back to the medallion. She pressed it against her body again, letting the pulses of excitement climb through her soul.
The dark man stood in front of her and she looked up his massive torso slowly, taking in his power. Desire swept through her body once more. Her pussy melted from her growing lust.
After witnessing the relentless and boundless sexual prowess this being possessed, she craved him. She began to understand Claudia’s desire to keep him and not share him. Every piece of her wanted him.
She reached her hand out and rested it on his broad shoulder. The nerves on her fingertips began to tingle. An unexpected bonus. Her mind raced with thoughts of his cock causing the same electric tingles in her now-creaming sex as they fucked. She put her other hand on his chest, feeling the slick hint of perspiration on his muscles.
He looked directly into Alyson’s eyes. Her legs weakened as she almost came from a simple look from him.
This would be the culmination of her story.
He lowered his hand along the skin of her face, searing her flesh with his fire. His hand brushed against her breast, sending a jolt of pleasure to her spine. Her chest pushed up as her back arched, begging for more. She closed her eyes as he brought his other hand up her body. She was ready.
But a sudden coldness swept over her. She opened her eyes and watched as he pulled the medallion from around her neck. This long-awaited fantasy was going to remain unfulfilled for her.
“What’s wrong? Why didn’t you…you know…take me? Fuck me?”
He held the medallion in his massive palm, smiling. “Why should I?”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Alyson, that’s not why I’m here. You didn’t ask me here for that.”
“Well I’m asking now!”
“No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, no? I want you to fuck me.”
The dark man reached for his jacket and moved toward the door.
Alyson ran in front of him to block his departure. She had unfulfilled needs and was hurting, plus she wasn’t used to a man refusing her. Especially when it came to sex. “You can’t leave. I’m not done. I mean the interview isn’t done.”
She hit her fist on his chest, almost in tears. “You show me all this and expect me not to let emotions in? I’m a mentally and sexually frustrated mess. Is it too much to ask for you to fulfill one thing for me? Just fuck me. That’s all I…”
With a shove, the dark man pushed Alyson against the door. She felt the weight of his body pressing against her, almost smothering her with his brutal force.
His hot breath blew against her neck. “You don’t need me, Alyson. That’s not why I came here. You wanted the story. I gave you your story. It’s not me that you need.”
Alyson began to cry, longing for more. “I want to feel what those women felt. I want…”
“I can’t give you what you want. What you really desire is within you, I’m not the answer for you. I have seen your future. The man who can answer your needs will show himself soon. Follow your heart.”
“How will I know who he is?”
“By his mark.”
“A mark? Like a tattoo? What?”
“You’ll know.”
As Alyson tried to wrap her arms around the dark man, he disintegrated into the night air and vanished. He was gone. She put her face in her hands and wept. She was so strong, so brazen, yet this being had broken down all her walls, exposing her for what she really was. She was vulnerable.
Alyson walked to where the video recorder had silently listened to their conversation and picked it up. She set it on the table next to the tape recorder that continued to record. With a click she turned it off and began to rewind the tape.
Pushing the view button on the camera, she gazed at the small screen. Strangely, all it showed was the room and Alyson, sitting in the chair talking to nobody. Blinking her eyes a few times, she looked again—same thing.
Nobody had ever been filmed in the room with her.
She pressed the play button on the cassette recorder. Maybe there was some glitch with the video and she’d gotten the audio record of what had happened. The only sounds she heard were the mumblings of her own voice followed by gaps of silence.
Stepping back against the wall, Alyson slid down to the floor and began to cry. Everything she’d seen and heard was gone. She had no evidence
or any record of what had happened. She wondered if she’d given back the only physical evidence she’d ever have when she passed over the medallion.
His words still haunted her. Everything he said was clear in her mind. It was now up to her what would happen next.
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His tongue licked the beads of sweat between her swollen breasts. His mouth constantly tortured her nipples, sucking and pulling at them between his lips.
Alyson threw her head back and felt his long thick cock bury farther within her. Her fingers tugged at his hair as he squeezed hard on her ass. This night of passion had been going on for hours and she was finally getting what she needed.
She was getting fucked. Many times.
She put her arms against his shoulders, moving him away. With a smile, she pushed him down onto his back. Her fingers raked against the tense muscles on his chest. In a rhythmic motion she ground her pussy against his cock and savored what was coming…she was coming.
She raised her body and reached between them. His rock-hard cock strained upward as she placed it at her slick opening. With a guttural moan, she lowered her heat down onto his cock. It nestled tightly within her, stretching her pussy to the perfect size.
Alyson put one hand on his chest and the other against her breast where her nipples were still on fire from his sucking. She twisted the tight erect buds, sending the exhilaration and intense excitement directly to her pussy. The onslaught of her arousal peaked and she crashed back to reality.
“Oh fuuuucccckkkk. Oh my God, oh my, ohhhh…”
Visions flashed through her mind. The freedom from sexual inhibitions she had experienced with the dark man were all adding to this moment. He had branded her soul with so many emotions of pleasure and lust, she would relive them in her mind forever. Everything was growing—the pressure—the arousal—the need.
She began to spasm and she vigorously jerked her pelvis back and forth, making his cock rub against her clit. Her hand flinched against his chest and she dug her fingers into the muscular flesh. Her pussy seeped the juices of her sex, making a slippery mess between them that eased her continued fucking of this man. She felt his heart pounding and his deep groans echoed through her head as they both merged in a thunderous release of tension.
“Oh fuck, Alyson, I’m coming, oh shit, yesssss…” He arched his neck and she looked down to see the veins pulse as he shot his seed onto her over and over. She wanted the spurts of his desire spraying her insides but safe sex is safe sex.
“Mmm, you’re a great fuck.” Alyson slowly eased off him. “Here’s a towel. You’d better clean up since you made a mess and I ain’t sleeping in the wet spot.”
Moments later, they lay on the bed. He looked at Alyson and slowly massaged her back as she sprawled next to him. “Why me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Why me?” he asked again. “I meet you at work and suddenly we’re, well, we’re like this. Everyone said you were some kind of ice princess.”
“Oh really? What else did they say about me?” She smiled lazily.
He laughed. “Well, the guys at the magazine said that if you uncross and cross your legs, the furnace kicks on. That—or you were a lesbian.”
“What do you think?”
“Oh fuck no. You’re hotter than the sun. But I’m curious why you suddenly became interested in me.”
Alyson turned over then smacked his hand away when he tried to play with her nipples. “A friend told me I would meet someone. Someone who could be special.”
“How’d you assume it was me?”
“I had a hint. I figured it was you after you introduced yourself and told me your name.”
“What? You thought it was me because my name is Mark?”
“Yep.”
“What else did this psychic friend tell you?”
“Not a lot. I haven’t heard from him in a while. I know he’s looking for someone. I just hope he finds her.”
Epilogue
Drizzle filled the air as the dark man stood once more in front of the grave.
He bent down and brushed aside the dead leaves from the metal plaque, placed his red rose across it and then rose back to his feet. Rain was a double-edged curse for him.
It never failed to bring the memory of that one tragic and heartbreaking night, but it also brought the reminder of a fresh start.
Turning to leave, he knew his future course was unsure. Where would he go? Who would he meet? They were questions for which he had no answers and he walked aimlessly down the narrow and silent paths of the cemetery. After leaving the sacred grounds, he continued his slow progress through the rain that now fell steadily.
He was jarred out of his mindless wandering when he bumped into someone coming out of a diner.
A petite woman looked up at him, her eyes dark and mysterious. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” Rain droplets clung to her jet-black hair as it flowed down her spine.
He stared back at her. “It’s all right. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.”
She glanced down at his chest and saw the shimmer of his gold medallion. “Wow, that’s gorgeous. May I see it?”
The dark man paused then pulled it over his head, placing it in the woman’s hand and watching her face as she touched the piece.
She couldn’t take her eyes from the jewelry as it sat in her palm. He knew she’d feel warmth creeping through her body when she closed her hand around it and wasn’t surprised to see her jaw shudder as the power of the medallion radiated through her.
He took her hand and unfolded her fingers.
She looked back up at him, blinking, lost in what had just happened. Her gaze drifted down his body, noting the black clothing clinging to his muscles and lingering on the outline of his cock.
With a deep breath, she licked her lips and spoke. “I have heard of you. I know who you are.”
A wicked smile crossed his face.
“And I know who you are—Maya.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Look for the Dark Lord Book 2 soon…
About The Author
S.L. Carpenter is a born and raised Californian. And yes, he IS a guy in case you were wondering. The creative gene got a double whammy when he came along, since in addition to writing wickedly warped stories, he’s also the creator of countless magnificent cover art images. Both skills travel comfortably together with him wherever he goes, since not only do readers recognize his name from his off-beat backlist of nearly thirty novels, but writers welcome him as a friend who clothes their ‘children’ and helps sell their books.
Married to the same wonderful woman for over three decades, and the father of three kids, Scott describes his wife as his “inspiration”. High praise indeed, since he’s been inspired to write some of the most unique erotic tales, ranging from the misadventures of lustful cavemen, to improbable goings-on in outer space. His favorite genre is that of contemporary romance, and in that section you’ll find humor (always), alongside a touch of heartbreak and a strong helping of redemption. And sizzling hot sex, of course. Scott’s realistic characters and unusual storylines have helped him develop a voice that stands out from the crowd. He’s not afraid to take chances, keep his characters real and deal with things like the after effects of burritos during intimate encounters. Yep, that’s real!
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Books by S.L. Carpenter
(Please visit your preferred eBook vendor for these titles – starting with Amazon.com. Please note: At the present time, Scott is working on updating several of his older works and requesting the reversion of rights on many others. If you’re looking for a favorite of his and don’t see it, drop him a line? Odds are good it will be back out in circulation soon.)
Letting You In
Chasing Dreams
Big Book of Lust
Happy Endings*
Feels So Right*
Full Service
Whole Lotta Love Series*
So Into You*
It’s Alive
Remember When
Hired Help (Working Stiffs Book 1)*
*Co-written with writer and friend Sahara Kelly.
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