Page 62 of Caressed By Sin
“That’s enough.” I hugged myself. “I don’t want to know anymore.”
“And you do not want to be trapped with them. They will cut your thigh open, just to stick their dicks inside of it.”
My stomach twisted in disgust.
Ahead of us, the door opened.
Ferkos walked through the door and he no longer had on the leather vest, kilt, and boots that he had been wearing moments before. Instead, his clothing had changed to match the fantastical beach that he was now standing on.
Now, Ferkos wore a white, billowing shirt that was open at the chest with light-blue woven pants that hung low on his hips. The shirt was so sheer that I could see his muscles and the light-brown hairs on his chest.
Did he have hair on his chest before?
I squinted and stared at his nipples as he came closer. There was a silver hoop earring in each one.
His long black hair was now a mass of curly, wild waves that hung down to his shoulders. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, almost black. His skin was now the color of caramel, and it glistened in the sun.
And I had to admit that he was the second most beautiful creature I had ever seen, after Azar.
He prowled our way and stopped right next to me. “Why did you two whisper?”
Azar spoke, “Because you were watching and listening.”
“I was curious.”
“And suspicious.”
Ferkos moved his view to Azar. “Shouldn’t I be.”
“I apologized for taking your dick off.”
“Still. . .” Ferkos turned to me. “Your presence,fairy, it makes me uneasy. Why?”
Azar’s voice rose. “Have you decided to let me siphon lust from you?”
“I am talking to your sex slave, Azar.”
I swallowed. “Why. . ?”
Ferkos leaned his head to the side. “Interesting. You have a question for me.”
“Why did Azar take away your dick?”
Ferkos grinned. “His little half demon, human child had died, and he was at the end of the Earth crying like a baby.”
A deep, guttural growl left Azar and vibrated through me. The turquoise ocean turned inky black. The powdery white sand shifted to thick, oozing mud and began drowning the starfish and shells.
Ferkos sighed.
Azar growled some more.
I scanned the further changes.
The constant waves foamed red with blood and the salty air filled with the stench of death and decay. The sun was now blotted out by dark clouds, and a storm began to brew.
“Can you control your mood, Azar? You are messing with my breathtaking landscape.” Ferkos snapped his fingers.
The turquoise water and white sand returned. The sun and fresh scent of salty air too. And the brewing, oncoming storm was no more.
