The Necromantic Druidess
(Swords with Souls)
Cover by Darren Joy
Dark Fantasy Fiction
(Adult content)
He disrobes with clumsy vigor then roars and beats his chest before leaping beside her.
She searches with her fingers desperately for the knife hidden within the inner pocket of her dress.
“Let me see your body so I can kiss every curve and valley,” he tells her in a deep, sing-song baritone voice as his eyelids droop.
“Ooh,” she coos. “First, turn away, so I can touch the war scars on your back.”
“Be quick,” he says with a laugh and a yawn as he turns so his back is at her disposal.
She is impressed that he could survive so many battles. The scars are mostly white and plentiful with a few thick and purple. She traces along the ones on his upper trap. It’s too bad she despises him so much and desperately needs his essence for a vital task.
To survive in the cold seasons, it’s necessary to eat meat. For the sheep that honor her family with their lives, a quick death is always given. “You are so strong and these scars must tell so many stories. Let me touch the face of such a powerful and yet sensual being. She reaches with her right hand under his long brunette hair and touches first his goatee, then his mouth, and finally covers his eyes. With her left hand she reaches over his neck and in one quick jerk slits his throat.
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