The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga Taliesin Govannon (best free ereader .txt) 📖

                I can’t believe that Robin Williams faked his own death so that he could go undercover to stop the Illuminati’s plan to eliminate the Yiddish language, thus depriving stand up comedians of an easy stereotype they can use to characterize an entire ethnic-slash-religious minority! Will wonders never cease?

                Wonders, indeed.

                I had walked up the stairs, intending on using the secret bathroom that we kept under the kitchen sink, but the room I wound up in wasn’t my Mother’s kitchen. It was, instead, a simple castle room with a comfortable bed and a roaring fireplace. It was night-time, and a half-moon streamed in the window to bathe me in its light.

                I settled more into my chair. Amazingly, I no longer needed to pee.

                This is a good night.

                I knew that she’d be coming. I knew it in my bones. I didn’t know if she was coming to kiss me or kill me, what with what she was, but I knew one thing.

                I was ready.

                I had lived a comfortable, if unfulfilling, life up until that night. Being cousins with the Queen meant that I could always count on a place in her court, even if God had seen fit to deny me a husband. Hoyw had been a kind man, even though I failed to ignite his passions, and he was in line to become the next Earl of Ynys Tan on top of everything else. His tragic death while hunting with his childhood friend Cyfrinach put an end to my dreams of kissing my betrothed someday, as well as my future family. I ran my fingers over the locket he had given me with his pet name for me etched on the side.

                Oh Hoyw, I will always be your Barf!

                I believed that God had forsaken me.  Why else would he take away my hopes for a husband, then introduce such a creature of the night into my life? One that may very well drink my life’s blood to satiate her infernal appetites?

                And why has he seen fit to ignite my own infernal appetites for this abomination? Oh well… If I be damned already, then one more sin with the instrument of my destruction cannot make things any worse, can it?

                At least it makes facing my doom not altogether unpleasant.

                With a sound no louder than the rustling of fabric, she was there. The moonlight cast a halo around her dark form, her garment seeming to flow over her like liquid night. It made her pale skin shine, her long hair framing her perfect face with inky completeness.

                “Gwynnith.” she said, her voice resonating in my soul.

                “Angelique.” My mouth grew dry while saying her odd, foreign-sounding name, but the desert was limited to above my neck. Elsewhere, my body came alive at the thought of her touch.

                “You know what I am.” she said.

                “Yes.” I replied.  “And if you are here to drink my life away, I am ready.”

                “You have made your peace with God?” she asked.

                I cast a wicked grin across my face. “No, I have cursed his name.”

                “Really?” Her eyebrows arched as she looked at me.

                “Yes.” I said, still smiling. “After all, he has cursed me, hasn’t he? If he hadn’t, I would be laying with my husband tonight, either suckling his children or joining with him to make the next.” My smile faded. “He would not make me a meal for an abomination such as yourself!” I added with a pout.

                Then she laughed. She laughed at me! I started to fume with anger.

                “Oh, my young one,” she said, smiling, “there are many things that you just said that would never have happened, you must believe me.”

                My anger evaporated at the sound of her voice. Let’s just do this I thought impatiently. I rose from my chair and walked over to the dark woman who had invaded my chamber.

                She traced my cheek with her thin, delicate hands. Her touch as as soft and as loving as I had ever felt. I looked into her eyes and found nothing but peace there.

                Yes I thought, if it is to be, let it be like this.

                I tilted my head and laid it on her shoulder, offering her my neck. The creature of the night dipped her mouth to meet it, and I felt her velvet-soft lips against my skin.

                Take me, my dark one!

                I felt her kiss my neck, right where my heart beats the strongest, and I held her close, anticipating the end. I waited for her teeth to pierce my skin, to feel as she sucked the life from me, until I had to face whatever Satan’s minions had in store once I was cast down with them.

                She kissed my neck again, and my body responded in force. I had never felt need as badly as I did in that moment, and I writhed in ecstasy. She kissed my neck again, lower this time, and I felt as her mouth traced a steady course downwards until she had to tear my nightclothes aside to continue.

                She held me rock-firm as she covered my breasts in hot, wet kisses, teasing me until I felt that I might burst with desire.

                “What are you… ?” I asked, my voice deep with arousal. “Why aren’t you… ?

                She looked into my eyes. “My darling, I didn’t come here to take your life.”

                “No?” I asked, my voice still heavy.

                “No.” she smiled.  “I decided that, since you know what I am, I should show you who I am.” she wrapped her lips around my nipple, and I shuddered in ecstasy. She released it, and looked me in the eyes again, this time serious.

                “But you should know, my love,” she said, “that if you ever throw yourself into my arms, there is no way that I can ever refuse you.  Ever.”

                She stopped talking, and continued making my