Hatred and Lust (The Better Seductress Book 2) Read online

  Hatred and Lust

  Valerie woke with a start. Her entire body was coated with sweat, and every breath she drew caused a twinge of pain to course through her form. Memories of her sexfight with Luna washed over her, and in desperation she tried to tap into her power; but just as she feared, that little brunette cunt had taken every last drop.

  With a groan she tried to move, but her limbs would not obey. With a gasp she glanced around her; glowing blue shackles of magic had ensnared her wrists and ankles, forcing her arms and legs open wide. Her naked body was suspended weightless several feet above the ground, and she struggled against her bonds; but the tendrils of magic would not break.

  Her eyes darted quickly around the darkened room. She appeared to be in a small, cave like chamber; dim torches circled loosely around the cavern, and were the only true source of light. Before her lay a dark, winding tunnel; but the shadows extended so far down that Valerie could see little past the first few feet.

  Then at once her body shuddered. A sourceless wind whipped violently through the chamber, signaling the arrival of a tremendous force. The flames flickered erratically, and some blew out altogether. The presence had materialized behind her, but Valerie didn’t need to see this sorceress to know who she was…she knew of only one woman whose power was truly this great.

  Valerie threw back her head in a ravenous moan as she felt two slender fingers jam themselves deeply into her cunt. A shock of sexual sorcery pulsed from the intrusion, and with a violent scream the blonde came immediately. A few seconds later the fingers retreated, coated with Valerie’s thick girl-cum.

  The seductress felt a thin, wet line spreading across her throat as the mysterious woman ran her cum-soaked fingertips along the blonde’s gorgeous neck. “You have failed me, girl.” a seductive voice whispered in her ear; and as the shadows moved silently along the wall, Valerie was finally able to gaze into her assailant’s eyes.

  Lelianna Le Faye’s eyes glared harshly into her own as Valerie looked upon her mistress. The woman’s fiery red hair framed a beautiful face, but her glowing crimson eyes showed no signs of compassion.

  Shadows seemed to drift around Lelianna’s otherwise naked body like a veil; and despite her fear, the sexual aura of this other woman sent a shiver down Valerie’s spine. The redhead’s body never seemed to touch the ground as she moved towards Valerie; and as soon as the blonde was within reach, Lelianna reached towards the other woman’s gorgeous form.

  Valerie cringed as the redhead took the blonde firmly by her breasts. Lelianna compressed each nipple with her thumb and forefinger, making sure the pressure was just shy of causing actual pain. She moved her hands left and right, grinning as the blonde’s heavy tits swayed at her every whim; but soon the redhead’s smile faltered.

  “You have failed me Valerie” Lelianna hissed again. Her body floated upwards slightly while she pulled Valerie’s down, until the redhead and the blonde hovered against each other at eye level. Lelianna pinched down hard on Valerie’s nipples, causing the other woman to wince. “Julius Caesar was yours for the taking…and you let him slip through your fingers.”

  “Someone else got there first!” Valerie protested quickly. “I thought I could handle her, but she proved to be much more—”

  “Yes, I sensed your little contest with that brunette slut.” Lelianna interjected. “I’m disappointed in you, girl. After all I’ve done for you, all the targets I set before you, all the power I’ve given you; you let that girl dominate you like a common whore.”

  Lelianna released the blonde’s left breast, wrapping her fingertips lightly around Valerie’s throat. She pulled their faces towards one another until the two seductresses’ lips were just inches apart. “You sold your soul to me for power and glory…I’m beginning to wonder if you were even worth the exchange.”

  “Please!” Valerie choked out. “Just give me one more chance! I made the mistake of fighting that bitch fairly; I forgot what being a seductress was truly about! It was you who taught me that seduction is about the domination, about the deceit! My pride got in the way of your wisdom…but I can make it right. Just give me one more chance!”

  “You’ve already failed me once, girl!” Lelianna hissed; but her voice had dulled its edge, and Valerie could hear the interest in her mistress’s words. “Why should this time be any different?”

  “Luna is a powerful seductress.” The blonde explained quickly. “She may have my power, but her body is still tired and weakened! I can still sense her; by matching our sexual magic against each other, we have crafted a passive bond, the likes of which neither of us can escape!”

  “You know where this woman is, Valerie?” Lelianna crooned. She removed her fingers from the blonde’s smooth neck, brushing a few strands of golden hair from the other woman’s eyes.

  “Yes!” Valerie exclaimed. “But we have to hurry. The power she stole from me is helping her body to heal at a rapid pace. As you know, the only way to reclaim my power is for me to be the woman to confront her. If you would let me borrow your power, even just for the next 24 hours…I can make sure that woman will never interfere with our plans again.”

  Lelianna pondered the blonde’s words for a second. She had indeed sensed the brunette’s power, grinding against Valerie’s sexual prowess while the two women had been at war. If there truly was a chance she could harness that power…

  Lelianna could hardly contain her excitement as visions of dominance shot through her mind. The brunette’s power, when combined with her own, would be an unstoppable force. Any man would crumble at her sexual might, all women would bow to her in fealty; and the world would all but belong to her.

  Lelianna pushed a strand of shoulder length crimson hair from her eyes, glancing back into the blonde’s gorgeous face. The redhead gently began to fondle Valerie’s right nipple, playing with the cold, stiff rod as she made up her mind. Her faith in her servant’s abilities had been shaken, but she knew the blonde’s words rang true. The bond had already been made; and to sever that bond would mean forfeiture of the power Lelianna so desperately sought.

  The redhead pressed her cheek lightly against the blonde’s, running her long, pink tongue slowly up Valerie’s neck. “You have your second chance…” Lelianna whispered sweetly into her servant’s ear. “You find this other seductress…you make her pay.” She took the lobe of Valerie’s ear gently in her teeth, pulling lightly before letting go. “But fail me again…and losing your powers will be the least of your worries.”

  Lelianna’s right hand began to glow with a bright magenta hue. The redhead released Valerie’s breast almost reluctantly, bringing the palm of her hand down between the blonde’s smooth thighs. She cupped her servant’s soaking sex with the palm of her hand, forcing a throaty groan from the other woman’s mouth.

  Valerie could hear her mistress muttering a chant of some long lost language underneath her breath; she could feel the redhead’s palm growing hot against her pussy, and began to feel the transfer of power slowly beginning to take hold. She felt Lelianna insert first one, then two, and finally three fingers into her cunt, and the sensation alone almost made her come again.

  The blonde took a deep breath of anticipation, trying to force her nerves under control as the redhead’s fingers slid themselves deeper and deeper into her cunt. The mistress glared lustfully into the servant’s eyes, and their sweet breath mixed between their gorgeous faces. “Don’t you dare fail me again…” Lelianna whispered, her voice just barely audible over Valerie’s rapidly beating heart.

  The redhead rammed her fingers into the blonde’s vagina as deeply as she could, slowly letting her own power sink
itself into the very flesh humanity craves. Valerie threw her head back in a rapacious shriek as orgasm after orgasm exploded from her body. The blonde’s entire form trembled as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure shocked through her flesh, each climax getting stronger and stronger as her mistress’s powers sank deeper and deeper into her soul.

  Again and again Lelianna pumped Valerie’s cunt, growing in ferocity until every stroke coincided with Valerie’s tremendous orgasms. She could feel her own form being drained of strength as she pushed every single drop of her sexual prowess into her servant’s body; but the very thought of commanding the brunette seductress’s power sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

  Lelianna’s second hand shot towards her own cunt, ravenously massaging her sex to the sound of Valerie’s screams. She moaned in time with every pulse, eventually slipping her fingers deeply between her own pussy lips. She screamed as her own orgasm coated her fingertips, but she forced her body into a sexual rhythm.

  A sourceless wind whooshed through the cavern, quickly increasing in ferocity as orgasm after orgasm rocked the two women’s forms. Within seconds every torch had been extinguished by the gale, and the room lay in absolute blackness. Valerie and Lelianna screamed like whores into the darkness; and their transfer of power lasted well into the night.

  Luna glanced out her window into the clear night sky above. Her room on the third floor of the Roman castle gave her an excellent view of the city below; a festival seemed to be underway in the market streets next to the square, but even as the flickering torchlight danced across the merchants’ stalls, she felt no inclination to join the peasants below.

  Luna turned from the window, running her fingers through her jet black hair lightly. She glanced at her right hand, admiring the large, shimmering emerald ring that wrapped around her middle finger. The jewel had been crafted by the finest artisan known to Rome, and had been given as a gift by the smitten Julius Caesar.

  It was he that was also responsible for her lavish accommodations; Luna glanced around her at the spacious bedroom she had been given. It was a room that seemed fit only for royalty; dark purple carpet spanned the entire length of the room, ending at a porcelain, full body mirror on the north side.

  The room was cast in an intimate orange glow by the light of bronze candle fixtures spaced evenly at either side of the entrance. A second candlestick had been placed on the bedside tray, its faint flame flickering with the breeze of the open window.

  Luna blew the flames at the door out with a single breath, casting the bedroom into shadows. She had asked not to be disturbed, a wish she knew the people of the palace would obey. Caesar’s forces commanded the guard, and her influences commanded Caesar.

  Luna turned slowly, listening to the quiet rustling of her bedroom gown as it flowed against the carpet. The thin silk covered her body loosely, but the fabric was so light that her skin felt almost naked. Just like the ring, the gown had been tailored by only the finest; Caesar was putty in her hands.

  Luna gave a contented sigh as she paced towards the grand 4 poster bed, slowly removing the ring from her finger. She placed it in a small, mahogany lockbox on the bedside table along with several other pieces of elegant jewelry, then sat down gently upon the silken sheets.

  She glanced upwards, admiring the detail of the surrounding drapes. They were crafted of fine velvet, dyed a deep purple and embroidered with silver. The symbol of Rome had been sewn into the fabric with golden silk; and the emblem gave her a sense of pride, despite the fact that she knew her time to move on was approaching.

  Luna stood from the bed, taking the candle tray in her hand before pacing back to the north wall. A grand chest of drawers was pushed against the wall to the left of the mirror, and as Luna placed the candle on its sturdy oak surface, the flame caused a sensual, orange glow dancing across the flawless glass.

  The black-haired beauty stared at her own reflection in awed silence, and couldn’t help but admire her own magnificence. Luna took the straps of her nightgown loosely in her fingertips, slowly leading the thin silk across her shoulders. She guided the exquisite fabric down her slender arms, stopping as the front of her gown dropped to about mid-breast.

  For several seconds she simply stared into her own eyes. Her gaze slowly traced the curves of her own body, half smiling as her taut breasts peeked into the candlelight. She could feel Valerie’s power coursing like fire through her veins, and a familiar desire immediately danced through her blood like lightning.

  Luna had always felt her body was gorgeous, but she could tell it was Valerie’s magic that gave her form a dangerous sheen. She tried to shake it out of her head, but the memories were already flooding back to her. The feeling of the blonde’s skin against her own, the sensation of pussy on pussy as she and her nemesis had vied for control; the phantom touch of the other seductress’s flesh was driving the brunette’s mind crazy despite her hatred.

  As much as she tried to deny it, Luna knew her innermost desires. It had been less than a week since that fateful night, but her body was already lusting for sexual violence. The brunette let the nightgown fall gently around her bare feet, then stepped closer to the mirror.

  Luna stood face to face against her own reflection, glaring into her own eyes with a sexual sheen. She pretended those eyes belonged to her bitter rival, each seductress daring the other to make the first move. She pressed her body against the glass with a small grunt, watching as her image’s breasts seemed to bulge against her own fleshy pair, and she imagined that it was Valerie’s tits who challenged her own so evenly.

  Luna felt a vicious chill run down her spine, but she figured it was just the cold air blowing in from the open window. The heat emanating from her body was enough to begin steaming up the glass; she pushed her pussy against the mirror’s smooth surface, and she gave a quiet moan as she ran her cunt slowly down the pane.

  Luna closed her eyes, gripping the sides of the mirror tightly. She moaned again as her imagination overflowed with images of Valerie’s luscious body, and she slowly increased the pressure of her flesh upon the glass. She could almost hear the blonde’s heavy breathing mixing with her own as she struggled against the surface. She reared back with her hips, slapping the front of her sex wetly against the glass; then she gave a surprised shudder as the sensation of flesh slammed against her skin.

  Luna’s eyes shot open, and her heart skipped a beat as a pair of sparkling green eyes stared back at her from the mirror. She took an involuntary step back, and she had to force herself not to cry out. Slowly her own reflection began to transform; and as the image’s glossy black locks morphed into golden curls, Luna could feel the sexual tension thicken immediately.

  Valerie stepped forth through the mirror; a thin, purple aura outlined the blonde bombshell’s nude form as she faded from the world of mirrors into Luna’s lavish bedroom. A malevolent grin spread across the seductress’s face as she glared at the brunette’s equally exposed body, and immediately the air grew cold.

  “What the fuck are you—” Luna started; but a deafening snap sounded behind her, stopping her mid-sentence. She spun around wildly, but it was already too late. The ropes that held the curtains across the bed had come alive, sailing towards the brunette’s form like lightning.

  The ropes had bound her body tightly before Luna could react, forcing the seductress’s arms to her sides. With a wave of Valerie’s hand the bonds gave a mighty tug, pulling the brunette’s body violently to the bed.

  Luna struggled against the ropes desperately, but it was no use. The twine had already bound the brunette’s body tightly to the lavish mattress, and as she glared at Valerie’s naked form with hatred, the blonde gave a mighty cackle.

  “You horny little bitch!” Valerie exclaimed, meeting Luna’s spiteful gaze. “Are you really that lustful for my body? I’ll bet the simple mention of my name drives you so wet that you have to hump every object in sight!”

  “Fuck you slut!” Luna choked out; but her helpless st
ate had begun to drain the confidence in her voice. “I fucked your little cunt senseless the last time we met! Is this really the only way you feel comfortable confronting me?”

  Valerie ignored her rival’s insults, glancing around the lavish bedroom with a trained eye. “Not bad, for a little tramp like you.” the blonde hissed. “The King of England gave me a similar room last month…as punishment for fucking his mistress.”

  Valerie turned towards the bed, smiling at her captive’s helplessness. Luna’s gorgeous body quivered as she struggled against the rope, but the bonds had been imbued with magic; they would not give until Valerie allowed them to.

  The blonde walked slowly to the bed, letting her naked form sway sensually with every step. She placed a single knee upon the sheets, taking a bedpost in each hand as she glared down at her sexual rival. The brunette’s luscious skin was already beginning to drive her fantasies wild, but she forced the excitement from her voice.

  Valerie lifted her body gracefully onto the bed, giving a sensual sigh. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” The blonde whispered with feigned innocence. “Stealing jobs…taking all of this from me when it was rightfully mine.” Slowly Valerie crawled over her helpless rival, letting her incredible body float over Luna’s equally gorgeous form. She glared down at her enemy once their bodies were evenly aligned, and her eyes locked with the brunette’s with mutual disdain. The blonde placed her hands gently upon the brunette’s firm breasts. “I think it’s time for a little thief like you to be punished!”

  “Not if I punish you first!” Luna spat vehemently. For a split second her eyes glowed with a stunning blue aura, and a rustling rip echoed overhead. The lavish curtains shot down before Valerie could react, tearing the blonde’s arms from beneath her form. With an angry cry the seductress plummeted, crashing down upon Luna’s body with a slap. The next second Valerie felt the fabric tighten around her waist, forcing her arms against her body.

  The two women glared into one another’s gorgeous eyes for several long moments, each woman’s body fully bound by the other’s magic. Their naked forms were fully aligned; long, hard nipples dug viciously into dense titflesh with every breath, and each woman could feel the front of the other’s pussy involuntarily challenging her own. Their chests heaved in unison as their faces pressed against each other, lips just centimeters from touching.