Woman of His Dreams - Part VIII
Welcome to Part 8 of "Woman of his Dreams"! If you're new to my dark little erotic tale, you can find the start here!
Enjoy, and remember, dreams often have a life of their own...
~AC
In a nameless village beneath the outermost wall of the City of Towers, there lived a young girl named Eliana, so renowned for her cleverness as well as for her beauty that men fought duels over her in defense of one attribute or the other. Not quite seventeen years, Eliana’s fame had spread throughout all the lands of the civilized world and her father, who had been but a poor carpenter, had declined almost a hundred requests for her hand in marriage, though he had accepted a duke’s ransom in coins meant to buy his favor.
So the carpenter grew fat and rich without truly bartering the virtue or the happiness of his daughter, whom he loved beyond all things. He told himself, someday a suitor will come and she will fall in love with him and on that day I will say yes.
Two years passed and though men still arrived from distant lands, bearing gifts, their numbers grew thinner as word spread throughout the civilized world that, though it was true that Eliana was more fair of skin and pleasing of form than any goddess, that her eyes held the depth and mystery of the sea, and that her mind was as subtle and charming as an Amazon vizier’s, the rejected suitors began to spread tales.
She did not like men, they said. She preferred books to wine and would rather argue the doctrine of the final god whose name shall forever be unwritten than sing or dance. The stories traveled and the suitors grew even scarcer until none came at all. The carpenter in despair went to his daughter wailing, “We have cast away your fortune, Eliana! You could have chosen one of them.”
“They are only men,” she answered, allowing him to hold and kiss her because she thought it might comfort him. “Tomorrow I am going into the city, father, and it might be that I will never see you again.”
Then she held him while he wept and told him all would be well. With the golden bribes he had been given, the carpenter could live well for many years and Eliana would send for him someday soon.
“Where are you going, my daughter?” he sniffled.
“To the tower of the wizard Nikris, because he knows all those things I wish to know, because I have seen him in my dreams and I will be his apprentice and his lover.”
Then the carpenter wept louder and would not be comforted, for everyone knew that the wizard Nikris practiced the blackest of the necromantic arts. Moreover, the carpenter knew that his daughter had been courted in dreams by a suitor from whom he had received no gold.
So Eliana left her father and passed into the City of Towers. Among the towers of light and those of ruby, the pinnacle of stone and the ziggurat of sorrows, she piously made her pilgrimage until she came to the obsidian tower that was called Ruin, the home of the wizard Nikris.
The wizard admitted her himself, a man as handsome as a young hawk, though she knew he must have lived many ages, and he called her by her name. He led her into his hall of sorcery where the shadows breathed and something sang sonorously beneath a barred hatch on the floor.
“You have saved yourself?” he asked urgently. “No man has had you?”
“No, though many have tried. In my father’s house, I have been constantly under assault by lords who try my windows at night, rich merchants who have sought to waylay me, and bandit kings who tried to rape me at every turn. If my poor father knew any of it, he would die of horror. But I kept myself for you, my lord Nikris.”
“You must be tested,” he demanded and gestured to the shadows. Things emerged from the darkness, shapes that quickened her heart and caused breath to fail. Sharp talons tore her dress and shift away so that she stood naked before her lord.
“Naked you will remain,” he told her. “For thirty days in my tower and you will refuse no request that any puts to you, neither I nor the least of my servants. You will serve our pleasures in every manner, with your hands and your mouth and your bottom like a peach. Only your maidenhead will remain whole. If it is so at the end of thirty days, then shall I teach you all you wish to know.”
Though she ached with the thought of it, she agreed, knowing she really had little choice, and so the divine torment began.
Nikris used her first then passed her to his retainers. Sometimes they took her three at once, in her bottom and her mouth and pressed between her breasts, men as perfect as statues in the palace of a king, and others with the manners of pigs. Two women of Nikris’ house were the worst, demanding her mouth and tongue and then, unforgivably, bidding her submit to them until Eliana screamed with humiliation and ecstasy. Soon, Nikris promised, she would meet those members of his retinue who were less and more than human.
But he had not kept that promise and ten days passed before the fateful evening when she found the book.
Nikris had summoned her to his chambers and after she had finished suckling him, he had fallen asleep, leaving her among the flasks and the gelid shadows. The book lay among a scattering of bones and dried herbs and when she touched it, she knew she had found something important.
Eliana picked up the book and opened it. She began to read.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tony snatched the book from Cynthia’s hands.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Enjoy, and remember, dreams often have a life of their own...
~AC
"Woman of His Dreams"
Part 8
by Angela Caperton
Copyright 2010
Part 8
by Angela Caperton
Copyright 2010
In a nameless village beneath the outermost wall of the City of Towers, there lived a young girl named Eliana, so renowned for her cleverness as well as for her beauty that men fought duels over her in defense of one attribute or the other. Not quite seventeen years, Eliana’s fame had spread throughout all the lands of the civilized world and her father, who had been but a poor carpenter, had declined almost a hundred requests for her hand in marriage, though he had accepted a duke’s ransom in coins meant to buy his favor.So the carpenter grew fat and rich without truly bartering the virtue or the happiness of his daughter, whom he loved beyond all things. He told himself, someday a suitor will come and she will fall in love with him and on that day I will say yes.
Two years passed and though men still arrived from distant lands, bearing gifts, their numbers grew thinner as word spread throughout the civilized world that, though it was true that Eliana was more fair of skin and pleasing of form than any goddess, that her eyes held the depth and mystery of the sea, and that her mind was as subtle and charming as an Amazon vizier’s, the rejected suitors began to spread tales.
She did not like men, they said. She preferred books to wine and would rather argue the doctrine of the final god whose name shall forever be unwritten than sing or dance. The stories traveled and the suitors grew even scarcer until none came at all. The carpenter in despair went to his daughter wailing, “We have cast away your fortune, Eliana! You could have chosen one of them.”
“They are only men,” she answered, allowing him to hold and kiss her because she thought it might comfort him. “Tomorrow I am going into the city, father, and it might be that I will never see you again.”
Then she held him while he wept and told him all would be well. With the golden bribes he had been given, the carpenter could live well for many years and Eliana would send for him someday soon.
“Where are you going, my daughter?” he sniffled.
“To the tower of the wizard Nikris, because he knows all those things I wish to know, because I have seen him in my dreams and I will be his apprentice and his lover.”
Then the carpenter wept louder and would not be comforted, for everyone knew that the wizard Nikris practiced the blackest of the necromantic arts. Moreover, the carpenter knew that his daughter had been courted in dreams by a suitor from whom he had received no gold.
So Eliana left her father and passed into the City of Towers. Among the towers of light and those of ruby, the pinnacle of stone and the ziggurat of sorrows, she piously made her pilgrimage until she came to the obsidian tower that was called Ruin, the home of the wizard Nikris.
The wizard admitted her himself, a man as handsome as a young hawk, though she knew he must have lived many ages, and he called her by her name. He led her into his hall of sorcery where the shadows breathed and something sang sonorously beneath a barred hatch on the floor.
“You have saved yourself?” he asked urgently. “No man has had you?”
“No, though many have tried. In my father’s house, I have been constantly under assault by lords who try my windows at night, rich merchants who have sought to waylay me, and bandit kings who tried to rape me at every turn. If my poor father knew any of it, he would die of horror. But I kept myself for you, my lord Nikris.”
“You must be tested,” he demanded and gestured to the shadows. Things emerged from the darkness, shapes that quickened her heart and caused breath to fail. Sharp talons tore her dress and shift away so that she stood naked before her lord.
“Naked you will remain,” he told her. “For thirty days in my tower and you will refuse no request that any puts to you, neither I nor the least of my servants. You will serve our pleasures in every manner, with your hands and your mouth and your bottom like a peach. Only your maidenhead will remain whole. If it is so at the end of thirty days, then shall I teach you all you wish to know.”
Though she ached with the thought of it, she agreed, knowing she really had little choice, and so the divine torment began.
Nikris used her first then passed her to his retainers. Sometimes they took her three at once, in her bottom and her mouth and pressed between her breasts, men as perfect as statues in the palace of a king, and others with the manners of pigs. Two women of Nikris’ house were the worst, demanding her mouth and tongue and then, unforgivably, bidding her submit to them until Eliana screamed with humiliation and ecstasy. Soon, Nikris promised, she would meet those members of his retinue who were less and more than human.
But he had not kept that promise and ten days passed before the fateful evening when she found the book.
Nikris had summoned her to his chambers and after she had finished suckling him, he had fallen asleep, leaving her among the flasks and the gelid shadows. The book lay among a scattering of bones and dried herbs and when she touched it, she knew she had found something important.
Eliana picked up the book and opened it. She began to read.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tony snatched the book from Cynthia’s hands.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Continued in Part IX
Copyright 2010 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Copyright 2010 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Posted by Angela Caperton at 7/11/2010 9:36 AM 
Categories: dark erotica, Lovecraft, Angela Caperton, Woman of His Dreams
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Categories: dark erotica, Lovecraft, Angela Caperton, Woman of His Dreams
Tags: dark erotica Lovecraft Angela Caperton Woman of His Dreams
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