Excerpt from Chapter 10 of my erotica/fantasy novel - 'A Wizard's Tears':

His eyes suffocated her as he stared at her. Large, black eyes bored into her skull, peeling away any resistance and coverage of flesh: revealing her soul to him. She let out a small breath, but the moisture in her lips dried up instantly. Her throat was dry, a barren desert. Sweat lined her skin under his scrutiny, as if his eyes were as the sun, heating her body.
She trembled, in fear and excitement of what she knew was to come. Resistance was just a word, a long forgotten action. She could not resist, of that she knew. Thoughts came to her, unbidden, lustful thoughts, seeming to ooze right from those impenetrable black eyes, sorcery perhaps, but it no longer mattered. She yearned for the sorcerer to approach and touch her. All thought, all prayer to Untaba was gone.
He stepped forward to embrace her. He put his hands on her shoulders. His touch sent waves of burning fire through her veins. Her breathing grew shallow. Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted, and a small gasp issued from them. His touch was incredible, like thousands of fingers running down her body, caressing her, tickling her. Her legs seemed to melt, until she could no longer feel herself standing, and she swooned into his naked body.
His hands were stroking her neck, gentle, but firm, and the sensation aroused her whole body. Her back arched in sudden abandonment, and she hugged him fiercely. Never had she been touched, been manipulated in such a way!
In a sudden movement, he had grabbed her long hair and pulled it backwards sharply. She gasped at the initial pain, but then he leant forward and kissed her exposed neck. At his kiss, all thought of pain had gone, replaced with a yearning, deep inside, and a wetness below. She closed her eyes, taking in the sensation of that kiss, and revelling in its power.
He kept kissing her neck, teasing and toying with her, while one hand pulled on her hair, making her whimper. His other hand inched downwards, and found her left breast. He squeezed it, and now she was moaning, not in pain, but in burning need.
Her legs parted involuntary, allowing his body access. He did not seem to notice. He stroked her chest, and nibbled on her neck for a long while. She was desperate for him to take her, there and then, but he would not. He teased her for what seemed an eternity, doing exactly what he wanted, not taking the bait she had clearly offered.
In a fluid motion, his hands ripped open her robe, exposing her heaving breasts to the crisp air. Her back was still arched, her head back, gasping. She was transfixed, letting him do what he wanted. Her nipples were hard and erect as he buried his face between her flesh there, his tongue weaving to and fro in a spiritual dance of passion.
She hugged him close, so tightly, fearing the sensations would leave her all too soon. Her nerves aflame, her mind gave in to the ecstasy swallowing her up. Each caress, each lick, each nibble, sent waves of euphoria and excitement through her. Her soul was open, and desperate to merge with this being. She had no control. No thought of right and wrong. That night, she was an animal: a creature of lust and wild desires. Carnal need was the only reason for her existence.
He devoured her, his tongue and mouth travelling over her whole body. He did not speak, merely touched and took what he desired. Suddenly she felt a hand pushing inside her, wiggling, and another finger rubbing her clitoris intensely. With a shriek of desire, her nails dug into his back. She was pushed to the ground forcibly. She did not care. She felt her robes being cast aside, and her naked form lay bare to the city. She did not care: her cry when he entered her was loud and violent.
Her hips thrust upward to meet his own frantic movements as he grew faster, more intent. He pinned her down on the hard ground, but the pain was nothing to her. Just him: his need, was all she required. Her eyes flicked open to see his face, and she was entranced by the pools within his eyes - black pools of opaque darkness, yet something, light, even stars, winking in his gaze: something so bright and beautiful. She was mesmerised by it, by him. The feelings hit her. Wave after wave, rising in intensity. His thrusts were hard and fast. So fast!
It hit her then. She yelled loudly, her scream echoing through the street. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, and suddenly he exploded inside, and her mind was completely thoughtless. All she felt was a sensation, a burst of powerful energy coursing through her. Her soul swept upwards, joining his, and they danced in the open sky.
In that instant, her life had completely changed. She was unaware of this, unaware of anything. All she could sense was the tingles in her body, and the feel of him on top of her. Yet, in the aftermath to come, her journey as a priestess of Untaba was ended and irrevocably lost.

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