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The rings on the velvet glowed with hellfire. The illumination formed a sword with one piece of the hilt missing.
“Isn’t it lovely? The instrument that will bring this world to an end and begin a new one?” The Summoner stepped out of Bianca. The younger woman instantly slumped against Amaliya.
Catching the blonde girl, Amaliya supported her weight while she fought against the growing malaise in her limbs. The viscous atmosphere in the room was making it difficult to focus on anything other than the vibrating power of the rings. The phantasmal sword repulsed her.
The apparition of The Summoner approached the rings and held his ghostly hands over it. Gradually, his form grew in density until he appeared to once more be made of flesh and blood. With a sly smile, he turned toward Amaliya.
“This can’t be happening,” Amaliya said with disbelief.
The Summoner stood before the two women completely nude. He was breathtakingly handsome with his fair hair, blue eyes, finely etched features, and sculpted physique. Amaliya vividly remembered what his body had felt like when he’d fucked her in the blood of her first victims. It had been one of those most fulfilling and erotic experiences of her life. It disturbed her to no end that she had lost herself in blood and sex with the man who had killed her.
Amaliya dared to stretch out her hand and touch his chest. It didn’t quite feel like flesh, but it was solid. The sensation left her fingertips buzzing and the tingle spread through her limbs until it settled between her legs. He appeared to read her mind for he smiled lasciviously at her.
“It took some time to harness all the ectoplasm needed to form this temporary shell, but it suffices when I need it.” The Summoner rested his hands against her cheek and Bianca’s. “Doesn’t it, Bianca?”
The girl had tears in her eyes, but she nodded mutely.
Amaliya’s fingers closed over his wrist and she could feel the fine hairs on his skin tickling her palm. “How?”
“Do you think me weak?” The Summoner inclined his head near hers, his eyes narrowing. “Do you really believe you could keep me from returning?”
“Yes,” she answered truthfully. “I did.”
Chuckling, he shook his head with amusement.
Bianca’s slim body pressed tighter against Amaliya’s as the younger woman clung to her.
“Bianca has been witness to my greatness. You have much to learn.”
“Maybe, I do. I have like a bazillion questions to ask you. But let’s start with this one. If you want to fuck your pretty little things, why don’t you just take over someone else’s body? Why the big show?” She gestured toward his erection.
Her mockery clearly amused him. “I know from our history that you prefer my true form.”
Bianca squeezed Amaliya’s side as a warning. Amaliya ignored her. She rather enjoyed provoking The Summoner.
“It was okay. But maybe I’d rather you possessed Santos. He’s pretty hot.”
The Summoner arched an eyebrow. “Oh?” He ran his hand through the radiance of the rings. “It requires a completely subservient person and then I am trapped by their limitations. I don’t like to be limited.” His eyes shifted downward to his cock.
“Men! Why is it always about the size of your dicks?” Amaliya rolled her eyes.
Again, Bianca’s fingers dug into Amaliya’s waist. The fear in her eyes was growing.
Amaliya didn’t give a rat’s ass. There was the distinct possibility she was going to die and if she was going to meet her end, she was going to enjoy herself on the way out. That meant annoying the hell out of The Summoner.
“So why possess Bianca on a regular basis? She’s got tits and a pussy. Obviously, you’re limited there.” She pointedly looked at his penis, before raising her eyes to stare at him definitely.
The Summoner tilted his head and bestowed her with a bemused look. “Because I am connected to her. She’s my creation like you are. It’s easier for me to tuck myself inside her.” His smile broadened. “In more than one way.”
Amaliya dug her cigarette case out of her back pocket. It had a devil woman embossed on the lid, a gift from Cian. The thought of him hurt, so she pressed it away. Popping open the case, Amaliya drew a cigarette out. “So basically, this is all about you getting laid.”
“Do you think me so crass?” The Summoner asked, surprised.
“Fuckin’ absolutely.” Lighting her cigarette with the electric lighter she kept in the case, she inhaled the smoke, then slowly blew it in his direction. “You’re the one who flicked my bean as you killed me. You’re all sorts of kink. So is your reason for wanting me here so we can do the nasty?”
Bianca flinched.
“I want you here because you belong here with me,” The Summoner said calmly.
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