My Lady of Bones

by Michael Clement

  I was determined not to fall into love so easily as him.

  But, it was like fighting the air.

  No matter how much I blew it away, it still surrounded me.

  Harkin burned brightly within. Like a candle, sputtering and fighting for life. I remembered her passion in the Citadel when she had married Maxwell. Harkin had screamed at him to fuck her, to save her and her child, from her father.

  Returning to Laslow Manor and watching her child be eaten had almost completely broken her.

  “He shouldn’t have abandoned you,” I whispered. “I am so sorry.”

  “But… you didn’t leave me,” she whispered back to me. “You didn’t have to answer my scream for help, and you could have left me with Hael.”

  “He was a fool,” I told her. “You are special, like Moli. Maxwell should have seen that.”

  I choked out. “I should have seen that. I never should have taken control of your body and mind. Even to save us.”

  The spark burst into love. No matter how much I fought against how fast Maxwell had fallen for women, I felt the pull, that need to connect.

  I understood him… now.

  He had craved not being alone. And, now I did as well. I wanted someone who I could count on, who had my back, no matter what.

  But, I had ripped the possibility of it being Harkin away, by taking control, instead of encouraging.

  “I forgive you,” she whispered.

  The sun that had been hiding behind the clouds came out. Warm, refreshing sunlight poured over the two of us.

  It couldn’t be that easy. Could it?

  “Stop being so dramatic,” Harkin insisted. “You didn’t rape me. You stopped me from hurting myself... and you and Moli, when I couldn’t control my own actions.”

  Reaching out, Harkin took my hand. “Marcellina,” she said. “I was terrified, and you took control. If you hadn’t, we all would be dead. You didn’t rape me, you saved us.”

  I looked at her in shock. “You’re wrong,” I whispered. I knew what I had done.

  Harkin moved closer to me. “It’s my body. I get to decide how I view your actions. If you had grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the way of an oncoming train, should I be mad at you for saving me?”

  “It wasn’t a train. I took control of your flesh and your magic. I made you...”

  “Save us,” she said, interrupting me. “You made me save us by doing something I didn’t think I could do.”

  Then, Harkin kissed me.

  I tried to fight her kiss. But, she wouldn’t let me pull away from her. Harkin wrapped both of her arms around my neck and then hopped into my arms.

  Her kiss turned into something more. It grew more profound and passionate until I gave up fighting her.

  “I choose not to be a victim,” she murmured as she slipped her hands down my stomach. Damn, that felt good. Then, Harkin slid her hands under my shirt.

  It was impossible to fight when she began to caress me.

  “I choose to be happy,” Harkin murmured, kneeling before me. Her eyes met mine as she pushed my shirt up, exposing the bottoms of my breasts. Smiling, Harkin kissed them, making me gasp.

  “I pick how I view your actions,” she growled as her lips moved higher, finding my nipple.

  “But...” I moaned.

  Pissed, Harkin grabbed my shoulders and yanked me to the ground.

  “Fine,” Harkin hissed, as she twisted me onto my stomach. Then, Harkin lifted my skirt up, and her hand came down.

  Crack.

  Right on my pantie covered ass.

  “Fuck,” I hissed. “That…”

  Crack.

  Crack.

  Crack.

  Then, she grabbed my panties and yanked. Hard.

  They didn’t let go.

  “Ahhh...” I shrieked as they pulled right.

  “Stop,” I screamed as the material pulled tight to my lady parts. Tears flowed down my face, followed by sobs.

  “Nope,” she hissed. “You’ve been bad, and you want to be punished.”

  I want.

  Those two words echoed in my head. She was right.

  I did want to be punished.

  The material gave with a rip that tore a shriek from my lips.

  Car-rack.

  Her hand came down on my bare ass.

  “Fuck! “I shrieked.

  Crack. Swack. Crack. Her hand came down on the left side of my ass, then the right, and lastly, right in the middle, cupping my vagina.

  That last smack made me shriek, as pain shot through my mind.

  “You’ve been bad,” Harkin hissed, as her hand posed over my ass. “Are we good yet?”

  My ass throbbed. Shuffling and coughing, I nodded.

  “Nope, it doesn’t work that way,” Harkin decreed.

  Whack. A flurry of open-handed blows rained down on my butt with her other hand. They circled me with pinpoint precision, never touching the same surface twice.

  I tried to cover my ass with my hands.

  “Nope,” Harkin hissed, as she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. Screaming, I was flipped over.

  Then her mouth kissed me.

  The abrupt change in tactics rattled me. Her kiss deepened.

  Then, her hand caressed my nipple.

  “Are we good yet?”

  “No,” I whispered back. The spanking had hurt, but the throbbing reminded me that I was alive and that she was working on forgiving me.

  Harkin grinned.

  Then she squeezed my nipple hard. Moaning I leaned back, as more tears fell.

  But, the hurt was cleansing my soul.

  Her hand grabbed my other nipple and twisted it, as her thumbs pulled up, lengthening the nub.

  I shut my eyes and rode the pain.

  Harkin let go, and delicious pain filled me. More tears fell.

  Harkin moved as I cried. I wasn’t mad at her. It felt like years of torment were leaving my soul in a physical release of pain.

  Then her lips touched me... There.

  I gasped.

  “Enough...” she growled.

  I didn’t know how to answer. No, was wrong. Yes was wrong.

  She ran her tongue along the edges of my female lips.

  I leaned back and moaned.

  “Say yes, My Love,” she prompted.

  “Yes… My Love,” I groaned as her tongue slid between my lips, forcing them apart. I grabbed Harkin’s shoulders and wiggled. My nipples throbbed, and so did my ass. But her kiss ... There... felt so good.

  Harkin traced the edges of my pussy until she made several circuits.

  “More,” I groaned. “Please.”

  Her lips closed on my clit, and suction pulled at my soul. I moaned as everything began to resonate in unison. I couldn’t tell what hurt and what call good.

  Then... her fingers slipped into me.

  The suction increased... rhythmically... as her fingers danced inside of me.

  Close.

  The pressure increased. And grew, as her tongue flickered and twitched.

  The more my clit wiggled, the harder my heart beat.

  Almost there.

  Her thumb rubbed over my asshole.

  I came.

  Screaming to every God I knew, I shrieked and threw my head from side to side.

  The pressure never stopped. It continued growing and twisting inside of me.

  And her fingers never stopped moving.

  That thumb kept touching me... There.

  Then... It pressed inwards.

  That was too much. I came again, harder.

  It was like a tidal wave, emotions tumbled through my soul...

  And, I finally forgave myself.

  For not being good enough to save Lexi.

  For forcing Harkin to take back her magic.

  And, for hurting everyone when Maxwell had left.

  Sins poured out of my soul, as I let go of the pain and responsibility.

  Harkin slid up next to me and held me tig
ht.

  I sighed for several more minutes.

  Then, she kissed me lightly.

  “It will be alright, My Love,” she murmured.

  Then, Harkin added.

  “We will kill him if it’s the last thing we do… No one hurts our babies… ever.”

  And, I believed her.

  Thank you for reading Marcellina’s first book and the sixth book in the series, “The Dragons of Nagon.” If you liked this story, please consider leaving an honest review on Amazon and Goodreads. Your support is much appreciated!

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  Michael