Desires of the Soul

by Carpenter, S. L.

  DESIRES OF THE SOUL

  The Dark Lord Book Two

  S.L. Carpenter

  Copyright © S.L. Carpenter, 2017

  Cover Art © 2017, S.L. Carpenter for

  P and N Graphics, LLC

  Dedication

  Dark Lord is the darker side to my thoughts.

  But people seem to like this side of me, so this is for all those readers.

  Welcome to my mind.

  This character was introduced many years ago as part of the Strangelust series. You may recognize him from those stories, but since that time his adventures have been revised and re-edited for both Book 1 and this volume.

  Prologue

  Drizzle filled the air as the man knelt in front of the grave.

  He brushed aside dead leaves from the metal plaque, placed his red rose across it and stood.

  Rain was a double-edged curse for him. It never failed to recall the memory of one heartbreaking night, but it also brought the reminder of a fresh start.

  Turning to walk away, he knew his future course was unsure. Where would he go? Who would he meet? They were questions for which he had no answers as he walked aimlessly down the narrow walkways of the cemetery. He could easily vanish and appear at a place where a woman would take him into her arms and into her body.

  He was born to protect and serve the women of his tribe and had become an entity with no true direction in his existence other than showing women their deepest, darkest sexual desires. After being stripped of his powers, he had been given a glimpse of a normal life filled with happiness and true love with a special woman—Kelly. Loving and losing her was a reminder of the pain mortal people experienced.

  After leaving the sacred grounds, he continued his slow progress through the rain that had begun to fall steadily, walking down soaked streets he barely noticed.

  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 black and mysterious. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” 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.”

  The woman 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. He watched her face as she touched the piece.

  The woman 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 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 heavy breath, the woman licked her lips and spoke. “I’ve heard of you. I know who you are.”

  A wicked smile crossed his mouth as he replied, “And I know who you are—Maya.”

  Chapter One

  Maya swallowed. “You know who I am?” Her hand shook with nervousness and the chain from the medallion swung back and forth.

  “Beauty like yours is rare. There are very few women in this world with the essence of my tribe. I see that in you.”

  He reached out and touched a small arrowhead fastened to the leather-tied necklace she wore. “Only certain tribes make jewelry like this. These indentions and markings are made to show what you do.” He stared at the unusual green-blue turquoise stone, studying it.

  She stood motionless, scared yet enthralled by his actions.

  “You’re a messenger, aren’t you?”

  She looked away then up into his deep, dark eyes. “Yes, yes I am. I was sent to find you. I could tell that you were close, I just wasn’t expecting…” She paused to collect herself and continued. “I have a message for you, from the elders.”

  “What is it?”

  “I…um…I can’t tell you. Not yet. Not here.” Maya fumbled her words as the inner presence of the man crept through her. He was already getting into her head. She clung to his medallion as she realized she wanted more than just the thought of him—she had the need to feel him. The mystic abilities that enabled her to find spirits brought her here. But the connection to this being was affecting her in sensual and lustful ways.

  She’d grown up hearing legends and tales about the Dark Lord of Lust. Women retelling their experiences and speaking of the dreams he’d fulfilled. How he opened them to a new world of pleasure. This was her chance to understand what others had related in their stories. Before her was a walking, breathing, fucking myth. “I need to take you somewhere. Then I’ll tell you what you need to know. It’s not far.” She gave him back the medallion then held out her hand, reaching for him. “Please.”

  He paused for a moment then took her small hand in his, walking away as the rain continued. Looking back at the cemetery, thoughts of Kelly filled his heart once more. He knew moments like this would always bring back reminders of the night he’d lost her—and the knowledge of how far he’d go to find her again.

  *~~*~~*

  They sat in a darkened bar, their clothing still damp from the rain. The crowded booths were fogged with clouds of cigarette smoke and people talked aimlessly as they attempted to hook up with the next one-night stand. Most people came to places like this seeking something—to forget or meet someone new. There was a heavy aura to this place like the weight of desperation hovering over it.

  Maya had brought him here to tell him the message? What could this place have to do with a message from the elders?

  “I was asked to seek you out so you could help a lost soul,” Maya began. “This soul needs to locate a new body to find peace in this realm.” She paused. “You have the ability to find the right donor. Your powers with women are why you have to be the one to find her.”

  “How am I supposed to help a soul find peace? Who am I to find her a dying soul to revive her own life force? If I choose the wrong one, the soul will disperse.” He frowned. “I went through hell after causing the death of someone I loved. Did they tell you that? Because of me, an innocent died before my eyes. Just let me be.”

  Maya could see this was bothering him. “Yes, I know what happened. I know you were made mortal for a period because you took a life in anger. Then as a mortal you found love and that gift was stripped from you as a test. But think about this, Pilan. With this gesture you can redeem yourself in the eyes of the elders as well as yourself. You can help someone begin again.”

  He thought for a moment then looked at Maya. He sensed something uneasy about her. He tried to read her thoughts but couldn’t penetrate her mind as he did others. “What do I need to do?”

  “You see that woman there?” She pointed toward the bar.

  He looked where Maya indicated to see a pretty redhead cleaning the long wooden countertop. “The bartender?”

  “Yes. Her name is Tasha. She will guide you. Someone she is in touch with will be the dying soul.”

  The Dark Lord shook his head. “Can’t you just tell me who the dying soul is?”

  “Pilan, being a messenger only gives me the ability to sense spirits in your realm. I can’t help you with this task. This is something you are being asked to do. Maybe helping this lost soul will reveal the soul you seek for your own salvation.” Maya could sense his sadness lifting a little. She was helping him find a glimmer of hope.

  Looking into his darkened eyes, Maya felt the power of his passion and a surprising heat crept through her body.

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�You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” He stared back at her. “I can sense you trembling inside.”

  “I’m not scared. Just—excited. I know who you are and what you do to women.”

  “I don’t do anything they haven’t asked me for.” He paused and moved closer to Maya. “Tell me, what is the real reason you are guiding me? Nobody does anything without a purpose.”

  He was ominous, an overpowering presence before her. He was a beast—massive and aggressive—compared to Maya’s small, fragile frame. She reached out and grasped the golden medallion dangling from his neck. “I will tell you, but there’s something I want from you first…”

  *~~*~~*

  Maya’s face contorted as she grimaced. Her fingers dug at the bedding as he pushed into her from behind. Their bodies were hot and her inner thighs were sore from being spread apart so long. She tried pushing back to meet his thrust. Her body shuddered from the force of his crushing against her.

  He paused. “You want me to…”

  “No please…don’t stop, don’t stop.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper as her body descended to the bed and his massive frame lay over her. His cock sank deeper into her pussy from behind until the swollen head pressed the opening to her womb.

  His weight could have smothered her, so he just kept pushing up and down with his arms, sinking in and out of her softening flesh. The wetness eased the glide as he stretched her open and her juices flowed with every deep, penetrating thrust.

  “Oh yes, more, more…” Maya mumbled.

  “Damn, you have a tight pussy. I might want to stay a few nights here fucking you.” His voice was rough. His hair brushed against her shoulders as he looked between them, watching his cock disappear into her.

  The words excited and aroused her. Before this night, she could only fantasize about a man like him giving her this much pleasure, wanting nothing more than to continue fucking her over and over and over. The thoughts made her quiver and her arousal was at its peak.

  Maya’s head was pounding in rhythm with her heartbeat, her body pressed into the bed below her. With each invasive plunge she was forced against the softness. She started arching her ass up to meet his thrusts, and the jarring of his pelvis hitting her buttocks shook her to the core. He grunted while biting at her neck. Her hair fell alongside her cheeks and fanned around her head. She swallowed but found she couldn’t catch her breath—she gasped.

  He sank back into her, blowing hot air in her ear. He kissed her neck and gently bit her earlobe. With a firm bite he slammed hard into her again.

  The sensation of pleasure took over her body. There was no control anymore. She buried her head in the pillow below her face as her entire being tensed. Her mind was experiencing the blinding flash of ecstasy. It arrived, and she scarcely knew she was thrashing below him and screaming with pleasure. The sound echoed through her head as she came. Her pussy clenched around his thick cock. He hammered harder and harder into her. As she came, her body shook.

  With a grunt he picked her up with a deep, penetrating thrust. Maya became weak and loose. He rubbed along her spine, muscles sore and all tension leaving her body. She was spent.

  When he pulled his cock free, Maya shuddered. The fullness inside now was empty and she ached for him.

  The Dark Lord flopped onto his side next to her, his cock still hard and swollen.

  Maya looked over to him and reached her hand to his cock, grasping it. “Why did you stop?”

  “Because we have all night.”

  Maya’s pussy twitched and warmth flowed through her blood. A night of this might kill her, but she’d willingly sacrifice herself for it.

  “You asked me why I’m helping you.” She sighed. “I too have lost my life match. Since then I haven’t been able to move on. So I decided to help others if I can.”

  Moving closer, she kissed him. “I can only do so much—I am not possessed of powers like you.” She began to rub his broad, muscular chest. “I asked for this. I wanted to find you.”

  Pressing her breasts to his chest, she molded her form to his shape. His thick-muscled body flexed when he reached for her and Maya’s melted from the sexual heat between them. He took a handful of her thick black hair and pulled her sleek body down as he climbed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his wide frame, locking her ankles together like a vise.

  Rocking his pelvis, he sank his cock back into her soaked pussy. Maya groaned, “Oh fuck yesss, yesssss,” as she dug her fingernails into his back.

  He licked along her chin, tracing the line of her jaw and devouring her mouth with a luscious kiss then repeated in a whisper what he’d told her earlier.

  “We have all night.”

  *~~*~~*

  The room was dark, quiet except for the light snore from Maya sleeping beside him. Sometimes these encounters were soothing, helping him realize he could have a normal life, could be content with someone.

  As he closed his eyes, he breathed in deep, filling his lungs with the fresh, calming air. A sudden chill swept through. He lay motionless, the cold creeping into his bones. Opening his eyes, he looked around him, the breath leaving his mouth like fog. In the corner there was a glow and he saw the figure of a woman.

  She hovered above the cushion of a chair, almost as if she were sitting on it, her body radiating a bright mystical light. There was no wind but her hair floated around her head as if in a breeze.

  Pilan rolled out of bed and walked toward her. He turned to look back at Maya, who lay motionless, and the room became completely silent. As still as if time had stopped.

  This was the lost soul.

  He knelt before the chair and tried to look at her, but the mystic glow blinded him.

  To him, this was showing respect. For some reason he could feel she appreciated the small gesture. He didn’t need to speak to her like a person because he heard her in his mind, like a whisper of the wind.

  Why are you kneeling? There was no voice, just words coming to him as unspoken thoughts.

  “Out of respect. I know what you are and have been told that you seek my help. That you are looking for a new host.”

  I was taken before my time. My life stripped from me. The elders say my life has a special meaning so I have been given a second chance to fulfill my destiny. But I need your help.

  “Why me? Why not Maya or another being who is more worthy?”

  Because of your powers and gifts toward women. All I ask is that you help me find peace. Help me to live my life the way it should have been.

  He lowered his head and wondered how he might be able to find this lost soul a host.

  Pilan, you are a powerful entity. For as long as you can remember, women have been drawn to you. All I ask is for you to use your natural skills to help me. Maya is helping guide you to the right place, the right moment.

  “Who am I to choose the host? How will I know?”

  You will know. Your gift is touching a woman’s heart and soul. Use this to find the one who is willing to leave this world for the next.

  “As you wish.” He raised his head but kept his eyes shut against the blinding light of the soul.

  Doing this will help you redeem yourself to the elders, the woman touched Pilan’s face, making his hair blow in the soft breeze that surrounded her, and this burden you carry shall be lifted.

  His eyes remained closed as warmth swept over him and he smiled, basking in the glow from the woman.

  “Pilan?”

  Jerking awake, he found himself lying in bed. Maya was staring at him and shaking him.

  She brushed her hand across his sweaty chest. “What’s wrong? You were shivering?”

  “Nothing, just go back to sleep.” He sat up, slowly trying to calm himself.

  Maya lay back, her body sore from the carnal pleasures they had enjoyed. She had released herself to him, like so many other women before her. “I know you will be gone when I wake up, but…can you stay until I fall asleep?”

  He leaned back, sinking in
to the warmth of the bed. “I may leave, Maya, but rest assured, I will see you again. Some other time, some other place, I will come to you.”

  Maya’s hair fell along his wide chest as she smiled, taking in his scent, her skin touching his. Heat filled her body. There was a feeling of closeness inside her. From the ache of her muscles to the emotions in her heart, it was comforting. As she drifted off into a peaceful place, she felt almost loved.

  Chapter Two

  It was almost time for Tasha to get off work. The ten-hour shift had taken its toll on her, and her red hair, pulled back in a girlish ponytail, dangled against her neck in wet strands. The heat and beer splattering as she served drinks during the football game on television had left a mark. Game nights brought great tips and terrible pick-up lines from the numerous lonely men looking for a score.

  Her eyes scanned the still-crowded bar and stopped on the man staring back at her. She quickly turned away, but couldn’t shake the stunning impact of his gaze.

  She wiped the counter as she took another order, popped the tops off a couple more beers and grabbed the money tossed on the bar. When she looked back in his direction there were a few women talking to him. She noticed he seemed disinterested in the scantily clad women surrounding him.

  He turned back toward Tasha and their eyes met again.

  Warmth swept through her body. His thick black hair dangled over his brow and fell along his cheek. His eyes were still focused on her.

  “Miss? Hello?” a man waved his hand in front of Tasha’s face. “Hey?”

  “What?” Tasha came back to the present. “I’m sorry. What can I get you?”

  The rest of her shift was spent working the bar and gazing at the dark and brutally handsome man who kept staring at her. Something about him appealed to Tasha. Maybe it was his eyes, or the large, muscular body she saw stretching the black T-shirt he wore. It could have been that all the women were vying for his attention, but he kept looking at her. It was probably the fact when she looked at him, her only thought was that she wanted to fuck him until they both screamed for mercy.