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Interlude III – Dal’coler

Lorian felt it with his whole self. Like it washes over him, reaching into his veins, tendons and flesh.

The falling lights that right now were brushing the sky with fire. The stars that swallowed darkness into their open mouths. The moon that beamed over Dal’coler, a stellar hunter pursuing the sun’s light.

The night was feeding him slowly with its powers, when he sent the tendrils of shadows between the trees and among nocturnal voids.

It was pleasant and invigorating, a taste of his land, which he savored like the finest wine. A taste of all who lived here, and unbound nature that thrived with snow and ice.

Something slipped through the door to the balcony. Someone. Someone with wings and aura of light, which started to insistently push at his darker one.

His eyes closed, his fingers clenched on the edge of the intricate balustrade cracked by the vines.

“Lorian…”

He felt her chin on his shoulder. Her hands embraced him  in the waist and she pressed into his form like a wild cat. Ah, how he loved that. To feel her so close. To be able to enter her soul and see what she wants. Delicious feeling that was as overwhelming as the night itself.

With his eyes still closed, he smiled, a pleased grin. He allowed her hands to wander over his body.

“My beautiful raven.”

“I liked how you dealt with the girl today” she purred, a low, deep, seductive voice. “The boy needs to pass Avras, though. Shadowlands. And Lesser Realm. It will be a hard way to adulthood for him.”

“With his power, even as hidden as it is, he can’t pass the barrier between realms, forced. I had to take all… precautions.”

“Laws exist.  We are bound with them. How easily it would be to shatter them though, if we killed the—” she reached with her hand to his hair and took the lock from his forehead with a tender gesture. He loved that. Her light aura, ravenous and beautiful, was filling him in, like a drug.

“Laws of magic can’t be broken by any whim. We are created from dusk and twilight not from stone and fire… and even if we feel invincible, there are many things that can stop us. And… high spells have their price.”

“I would rather see us unrestrained” Nymre shook her head.

“Restrains can be changed into flags of freedom, my hungry raven” he chuckled, bathing in her soft yet insistent touch.

She knew what he planned, and her hopes, her hunger, was reaching so deep. Lorian promised her the taste of stars and she latched to it, pulling by every thread which it sprouted.

They won’t drink from them. They won’t destroy almost painful beauty they radiate with. They won’t eat them, feasting on their souls like humans feast on rotting meat.

They deserve to be dark suns over both lands and beyond. The thought that it could end, was like a hook in open skin, painful and agonizing. Nymre disliked being powerless. It was too… final.

The dark slowly rushed through him, a mix of pleasure and pain, which told him he has enough. The tendrils of shadows retracted and his body swallowed them all. His eyes suddenly became dim, like gloomy, foggy night.

Nymre got so close again, letting him grab her by her waist, easily allowing him to press to her, just as she did moments ago. It was too tempting to not yearn for it. They both feel as their blood becomes hotter. As their minds start to swirl around fulfillment – like his shadows, cutting their minds with sharp thoughts – like her wings.

“The girl will be an amusing break from usual boredom” smiled Nymre, a dark glint in her big, blue eyes, almost hidden under the shadows created by her mask. “I always enjoy what sits in your head. Your imagination is… inspiring.”

“You are bored?” he responded with a grin and ran his finger through her thick white hair. She sighed feeling as his touch sends sparks of blacklight into her skin.

“Perhaps” a dark mischief in her words.

“Perhaps…” he inhaled her elusive scent, of lilies and water. “… I should give you special treatment. Something you truly need.”

She breathed fast, feeling as his hand went lower.

“And what do I truly need…?” her voice reaching the depth of lost caverns and frozen passages under the mountains.

His shadows crept in and when his hand laid on her chest, they seemed to sink into her skin, making her open her eyes wider, her breath even faster.

“Darkness.”

He was ruling over darkness. And she really deserved it now.

6 Comments on “Interlude III – Dal’coler”

  1. Another great chapter! These two..❤️ I might be wrong, but I have the impression that Nymre is more… I wouldn’t say sweet, but less cold than Lorian. And here, what is he exactly doing to her (in the end)? Is it what I’m thinking? My mind is a bit polluted…
    In this version, he also needs Tiyan for the prophecy, right?

    The falling embers that right now were brushing the sky with fire. The stars that swallowed darkness into their open mouths. The moon that beamed over Dal’coler, a stellar hunter pursuing the sun’s light.

    The night was feeding him slowly with its powers, when he sent the tendrils of shadows between the tree and among nocturnal voids.

    It was pleasant and invigorating, a taste of his land, which he savored like the finest wine. A taste of all who lived here, and unbound nature that thrived with snow and ice.

    That was so beautiful!!

    1. Definitely she is less cold than Lorian! Lorian is awful haha. But she has also very vicious urges :3
      He does the same as in NSFW versions hehe :>

      No prophecy here, but he needs him to kill the god, still!

      Thank you SO much!!

  2. He does the same as in NSFW versions hehe :>

    Yep…That’s what I thought. hehe But I wanted to be sure. 😁

    Ah, ok! 🙂 So this is a different version, not just darker. I thought it was the same story, but with darker situations and characters, and obviously some differences. But now I understand that it’s more than just a few differences. Nice! 😊
    (sorry if you mentioned that before. ^^)

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