| Author: | Elliot Silvestri | ISBN: | 9781310395284 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | January 1, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Elliot Silvestri |
| ISBN: | 9781310395284 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | January 1, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Dunwich, Massachusetts, 1723
After getting married and marking herself as the devil’s property, Tace introduces her lusty drunkard of a husband to the strange devil that she now worships. Creedence James proves an apt pupil—and sexual servant—of the devil and then has to hide his secret life from his reverend father and the rest of the village. What the devil does to him is inspire a desire to do more than just bed women and drink all day.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part two of three.
Content warning: this story features sexual acts between a devil and humans, lesbian sex, gay sex, BDSM and erotic torture, anal sex, sex magic, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“He told me to go to you and make a sacrifice.”
“What sacrifice?”
“To have you mark me like you are marked. I don’t know what he meant. He said you would, however.”
A smile played on Obedience’s lips. “I have his mark on me,” she admitted.
“It can’t be when he cut me with his nails, can it,” said Tace. “I’ve already been marked by him that way. What does he mean?”
Obedience half turned and pulled up the skirts of her dress baring her flesh. The sign was there, it was subtle enough to be easily missed.
It was a simple design, one that had scared more than one pure-thinking Christian to the core. A circle with a five pointed star inside it. It was small enough and faded enough that unless one was looking for it, the mark would be missed. “How did that get there?” Tace asked.
“Hot iron.”
Tace had fallen to her knees to inspect the mark. It was little more than a scar now. Obedience was proud to show off her mark to her friend. “Hot iron?” Tace asked after a long moment. “You did it to yourself?”
“No. It was a…gift from someone else.”
Dunwich, Massachusetts, 1723
After getting married and marking herself as the devil’s property, Tace introduces her lusty drunkard of a husband to the strange devil that she now worships. Creedence James proves an apt pupil—and sexual servant—of the devil and then has to hide his secret life from his reverend father and the rest of the village. What the devil does to him is inspire a desire to do more than just bed women and drink all day.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part two of three.
Content warning: this story features sexual acts between a devil and humans, lesbian sex, gay sex, BDSM and erotic torture, anal sex, sex magic, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“He told me to go to you and make a sacrifice.”
“What sacrifice?”
“To have you mark me like you are marked. I don’t know what he meant. He said you would, however.”
A smile played on Obedience’s lips. “I have his mark on me,” she admitted.
“It can’t be when he cut me with his nails, can it,” said Tace. “I’ve already been marked by him that way. What does he mean?”
Obedience half turned and pulled up the skirts of her dress baring her flesh. The sign was there, it was subtle enough to be easily missed.
It was a simple design, one that had scared more than one pure-thinking Christian to the core. A circle with a five pointed star inside it. It was small enough and faded enough that unless one was looking for it, the mark would be missed. “How did that get there?” Tace asked.
“Hot iron.”
Tace had fallen to her knees to inspect the mark. It was little more than a scar now. Obedience was proud to show off her mark to her friend. “Hot iron?” Tace asked after a long moment. “You did it to yourself?”
“No. It was a…gift from someone else.”
