Forbidden Seduction: Adult Romance Collection - Romantic Love Story Anthology from Amish to XXX Romance Novels (24 page)

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A Wizards Revenge

 

Orlic was a man who always got what he wanted except for the one thing he always desired. Elicka, was the one who always eluded him in his dreams and in his life. He would chase her through the myste and would have given up everything. The magick, the spells, the castle he lived in. Yet she did not want him, she never had. He sat over his crystal ball and planned on making her want him. Looking into the haze, he cast his spell over all of Taliande and the creatures with in. He would mix the world of magick and humans to bring Elicka begging him to be part of his world. Touching his wand on the ball, there was an explosion and Taliande mixed with the world of the forbidden.

The Spell is Cast

 

Orlic looked in the mirror. His grey sideburns came in nicely as he had aged over the last millennium. He chuckled at the fact that so many in the world thought life was short. He had been around so long, he had forgotten how long he had been alive. He rarely traveled out of Taliande. When he did it was in short burst. Yet, due to the fact of what he had just done, he was going to have to go the world of the humans. He found them to be detestable creatures and looked upon them with much distain.

The only reason he was going to the human world now, was to find Elicka. His ideal woman, the love of his life for as long as he could remember. He had fallen in love with her when he was but just a mage. When he had started to study magick and gain his abilities. He knew there were three rules of magick: First do no harm. Bring none back from the dead and never cast a love spell. Other than that, everything else was game. It was about how you balanced it.

Thinking back in history, his teacher saw the dark and the light inside him. He still chose to teach him with a strong warning of the darkness overtaking his very being. He never heeded what Ilicat told him. He went his own way after Ilicat taught him what he wanted to know. The gifts of magick. He was a natural, he was recognized and he was feared. Orlic sighed as he thought of the old days and the old ways. There was always room for white and black magick.

Orlic looked one last time in the mirror before he packed. His grey eyes were clear and full of hope. He needed to find Elicka, he needed her love. He placed one final spell on himself, that of glamour. He knew what Elicka liked and he planned to deliver. Anything to get her was all he thought about. With a flick of his hand, the suitcase packed itself as he gathered the last few things he needed. Placing his gazing ball in the black silk, he wrapped it and placed it in his carry-on bag. He also carried his staff and hid it so it looked like a normal cane with a snakes head.

Looking around the castle, he uttered a few words and the shutters slammed shut. Snapping his fingers, the suitcase appeared in his hand with the carry-on placed on top. As he walked out, he saw the black car and climbed in the back. He looked at the driver, his old minion, Harthgothe. He would change Harthgothe’s appearance as well before they made it to where Elicka was. Motioning Harthgothe to drive, Orlic looked out the window as Taliande disappeared into the background and the human world began to take form.

As Orlic looked around, he saw how his spell worked on the human world. Even if they could not recognize the beings that were amongst them, he could. He watched as Elves, Sprites, Faye’s and the like interacted with mortals. It turned his stomach until he saw Elicka in the park with a human man. That made his blood boil as he asked the driver to pull over.

As he got out, he noticed one of the sprites flirting with a man as she hovered. The mortal did not notice that the girl was 2” of the ground, he just noticed her beauty as she teased him. Kissing his cheek and running her hands over his chest. Orlic could see her wings going a mile a minute as she flicked her tongue out against the man’s bare flesh. She took him by the hand and led him down the street. Orlic started to walk towards Elicka who continued to talk to the mortal.

As he got close, he could hear their discussion. He stopped where he was and sat on a bench nearby. He wanted to hear what her desires were so he could transform himself to meet her needs. His mind went to when they were much younger. How he had met her and how they had made love once in the barn. She was the daughter of a Queen. The Queen of Faye’s to be exact.

It was a forbidden love. He was but a mage and her mother, though she used magick, had other plans for her daughter. One of a prince or a duke of the Faye’s, not a mage. He remembered Ericka’s eyes and how they flickered in the sun and the candlelight. How her alabaster skin showed in the moonlight. He remembered how her delicate fingers would trace over his bare skin as her mouth would kiss him. Their tongues twisting together.

They were bound at the moment of that kiss. He knew that she remembered him as well. He would hone in on her thoughts often with his looking glass or in the magickal orb he owned. He knew that if he just had one more time with her, she would fall in love again with him. Or at least remember the love they once shared.

“I am not sure.” She told the man she was with.

“Oh, it would be a nice party for you to come to.” The man urged. “It would be a great way for me to introduce you to some of the movers and shakers Elicka.”

“That is true.” She answered, “Okay, I will go. What time should I expect you to pick me up?”

“Around 7 pm.” The man smiled as he spoke. “Then we can go to the party. Now remember it is a masked ball.”

“I believe I can work with that.” Elicka answered with a giggle. “Can I invite a few friends?”

“Sure, I am sure Dominque would like that.” The man began to walk away with Elicka and Orlic waited to go back to the car.

It would be easy enough to find out where the party was once he got into his room and could tap into Elicka’s mind. Then he could join as well. He would just say he was with her and all would be well. He moved back to the car as soon as he was able and motioned for Harthgothe to take him to his dwellings. As they approached the mansion, Orlic began to prepare for the evening in his mind. It was going to be a fun night. He would win Elicka’s heart by the end of the ball.

It’s a Masquerade

 

Orlic dressed for the night. His heart raced to see her in her beauty. Elicka had always been beautiful with her dark green eyes, her deep red hair that went down her back and her slight frame. He grabbed his cape and placed on his white mask to hide his features. He was going as a count to find his queen. He knew she would be the bell of the ball.

Walking out to the car, he nodded at Harthgothe and gave him the address to the masquerade. As they approached he saw that it was a private domain. Much like his castle in Taliande. They could almost be the same castle he noted to himself. As he entered past the bodyguards in the door way he was not stopped. He could always make himself invisible when he needed to.

As he entered, he saw her in a red dress. He took a deep breath as he began to make his way to her. Quickly she was taken on the dance floor with the man from the park. This made Orlic’s blood boil. He wanted to take Elicka to a world where none could reach them and love could bloom. He knew that if he only had five minutes with her, he could win her love back as his mind traveled back to their first time.

They had gone into the barn due to a sudden thunder storm. Finding each other in the other’s arms. Everything had come naturally as they clung to each other. Their kisses blazing down each other’s bodies as they found a stall and made love. It was as if time had stopped until Elicka’s mother found them in the morning. Then he was banished and his heart turned black as coal.

He had created a lot of chaos for Elicka and her family after that. A great deal of chaos for all the beings of Taliande actually. Making crops fail, lovers fall out of love, pain, heartache. If he could take it all back, for that one moment he shared with Elicka, he would. He knew that she searched for him often. Yet he cloaked the castle so she would never find him. He was not ready for her to tell him that they could not be.

He watched her dance as the music came to an end. He knew this was his chance to sweep her away as he grabbed a glass of wine for her and walked towards the circle she was in. He only needed one dance and she would remember, she would know it was him and she would fall in love again. He listened to the mortals prattle as he finally got her to look at him.

Holding out the wine to her, she took it and nodded to him. The spell he had cast only made the humans blind to their existence on the same plane, not the beings that had been thrown into this world. She knew that he was much like her, out of place in a world that they were just trying to exist in. He held out his hand and she took it as she placed the glass on a tray that passed by.

He held her in his arms as they spun around the room. Everyone disappeared into the background except for them. She looked deep into his eyes and gasped. His arm wrapped around her waist tighter as he could feel their heartbeats becoming one. She smiled at him and finally spoke.

“I never thought I would see you again Orlic.” She whispered in his ear.

“Do you think I would ever let you go?” He responded.

“No. Just you…” Her voice trailed off.

“I just what my dear Elicka?” He questioned her, he wanted to hear it.

“You left so suddenly.” She responded. “I searched for you. You were just gone.”

“I know.” He whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to him.

“Did you do this?” She commented. “This mixing of the worlds?”

“Yes.” He answered somberly. “I needed to meet you on neutral ground without interference of the rest.”

“You mean my mother.” She responded.

“Yes, your mother and others who do not wish to see us together.” He hissed. “We were so happy that night we made love.”

“I know, I remember.” She softly said. “Three has never been another like you.”

She laid her head on his shoulder as they moved to the music. He moved her off the dance floor to a hall way. Looking around, he found what he was seeking. Looking back to the ball room, he saw many of the beings had joined in the human party and were placing their own magick on the room. It began to look it was going to be a large orgy by the end of the night.

He smiled as he took her through a secret passageway. He figured it would be there since this castle seemed to mimic his own on Taliande. Leading her to a private room, he found her mouth and kissed her gently. Removing his mask, he flicked his hand and a bed appeared along with candles that lit up at his command. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, removing her red dress slowly.

He traced his mouth across her collar bone and down between the valley of her breast. She shuddered at his touch as her hands went through his thick hair, pulling him closer to her flesh. He ran his hands down her back and across her wings as they fluttered. Gently tracing his tips over the edges. She whimpered as his hands moved down to hold her full bottom. Slowly he traced his mouth over every inch of her body as she whimpered and cried out.

Her nails dug into his skin as he spread her legs and flicked out his tongue. Gasping at his touch, he placed a finger and traced the outer lips of her treasure. She started to pant as her hands moved across his shoulders and felt his tongue follow his fingertips. He moved his hands up to her full breast and squeezed the orbs as her body arched. She felt his mouth between her legs and felt the tongue dart in and out of her wetness. She whimpered again as his mouth circled around her hard nub.

His tongue flicked against it as she writhed to his touch. Placing her hands on the back of his head, she pulled him into her. Her legs went around his shoulders as he placed his tongue inside her and flicked it against the walls. She felt the tongue grow inside her as her hips began to buck up and down.

Moving back up to her hard clit, he flicked his tongue faster and faster as she cried out and her legs clamped around his head, holding him there as she exploded. Moving back up to her, she placed her hands on his pants and undid them as she felt his hardness against her thigh. His pants fell the ground as his manhood throbbed. He spread her legs wider as he entered her. Her back arched and he kissed her breast, sucking on each nipple.

She sighed loudly as his mouth made her nipples erect. He pushed inside her faster and faster as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She moved under him as he held her waist and kissed her neck. Her nails digging into his back, her legs pulling him in deeper. She was sure that the whole castle could hear her cries as he took her. He knew he was hitting her spot as she clung to him. Holding him tighter to her.

He thrust one last time as they came together in bliss. He laid on top of her, kissing her neck, her face and then finally her lips. She responded by thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth and twisted it with his. His hands went through her fiery red hair while his seed filled her. This is what he wanted, he wanted her.

Rolling over, he traced his finger across her breast and down her belly. She giggled and arched as her wings came out under her. He sat up on his elbow and looked at her.

“I want us.” He finally said. “I want what we have right here.”

“I know you do.” She answered as tears formed in her eyes. “I don’t see how we can do it.”

“It is easy.” He traced his finger down her nose to her lips.

“No one will accept it.” She shook her head.

“Yes, they will.” He commented. “Trust me, they will.”

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