This (likely ongoing) story is original, but definitely not for everyone. It’s a fantasy/borderline-horror novel through and through, but the role of the sex act is FAR more than one of character development. Characters find certain things attractive from a cultural viewpoint, and come from nations and cultures that sport decidedly strange tastes from some of our own viewpoints. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
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Prologue
Adara was getting desperate. Already on the ground, she struggled for her dear life, hoping to crawl out of the circle. If she was lucky, there might've been a mistake of some sort, but it was drawn well. A blue, perfectly drawn pentacle- a duel circle. The second her hand touched the outer rim of the circle, it dropped to the floor, as if an invisible wall was there to stop it.
Even the room's atmosphere bore a resemblance to an ancient throne room. Its tan stone walls were well lit by torch, with the very same stone making up the floor.
The horrified expression on her face grew more and more desperate. It was a repulsive way to die, what she was going through. Even worse was the fact that she wasn't the victim of a man, or even an ordinary woman, but one of the Hallowed. "Come now," the Hallowed woman's voice was sensual, but her wicked smile sent a deathly chill down Adara's spine. "Try to contain your excitement. You know as well as anyone what happens when you reach an orgasm in the circle."
Adara was shaking now, hopelessly trying to pivot and crawl away to the other end of the circle, but the Hallowed woman's naked body was firmly on top of her own.
She had a typical build for a Hallowed, but typical was the last word you would use to describe her. Unbelievably beautiful, the terrible smile she shot at Adara could almost go unnoticed under her rich golden eyes. Her soft, shiny black hair meshed perfectly with her light brown complexion.
Like any other Hallowed, she had a body to die for; it wasn't until Adara saw this woman for the first time that a woman's legs caught her attention. However, even before her mystifying golden eyes and skin that was soft to the touch, you would notice the same feature on her that indicated any Hallowed. Adara had heard rumors about Hallowed priestesses and their enormous breasts, and the tales certainly were not exaggeration. Working her way around, the Hallowed woman pressed her left breast against Adara's chest- it was large enough to cover the poor woman's entire chest, and likely heavy enough to crush her head under its titanic thirty-pound weight. She began rubbing Adara's back with one hand as she slid the other into her warm clitoris. "Your time's running out."
She may have looked like a typical Hallowed woman, but she was much more- only part of why Adara was so afraid. She was pressed straight up against Asmana the Spider. The pentacle they were locked in was called a duel circle, but Asmana made it feel like a murder circle. With no experience and a body as plain as day, there was little Adara could do but lie still, completely petrified. "Don't like that?" Asmana teased. "No matter." She pulled both her arms back and left Adara to recover. "Tell me... Adara, was it?" Asmana's golden eyes shone like a snake's. "What exactly keeps you from running away right now?"
When she gathered the courage to move, Adara panted heavily before she returned to shaking. "Th-the circle... the one d-drawn around us..." She breathed. Asmana simply smiled, rubbing a hand over her gigantic breast as if wiping Adara's inferior presence off of it.
"Good." She inched closer to Adara again, who nearly screamed. "And just as there are magical energies in this circle, the human body contains energies of its own."
"B-but," Adara backed away and crossed her arms. "Why... why are you telling me this?"
Asmana chuckled. "That's an interesting point," she agreed, "why would I be giving you a science lesson right before your death? Either way, I may as well finish." And so, she went on. "Even if encounters with other women don't stimulate you, there are energies within your own body that can. It's a difficult talent to master, but some people are able to arouse those energies within other people from the outside." Adara knew this was it. She knew that if Asmana was talking about a rare sexual talent, she'd probably be the first to have it at her disposal. Her reputation preceded her; Asmana could handle men or women (with any sort of sexual preference) like they were no more complex than a wooden club. The only reason Adara was able to last the two and a half minutes that she had before Asmana stopped was because she was toying with her.
"Good night, Adara." Before she had time to blink, Asmana already had her warm lips pressed against hers, with her soft body following. Adara couldn't think of anything else as Asmana passionately kissed her- not even her imminent doom. Her raw lust caused her to involuntarily begin kissing back, and scarcely more than eleven seconds in, she climaxed.
As Asmana pulled her lips away, Adara could only moan frantically. Every inch of her body teemed with pleasure. As Asmana tried to step away, Adara desperately clung to the Hallowed woman's unfathomably gorgeous figure. She hated Asmana for years without ever knowing her. If not for Asmana's tyrannical rule over her province, her family would still have been together. But alas, here Adara was, desperately in love with the woman who had so easily seduced her. Even Asmana's touch was well worth dying in her arms. And die in her arms she did.
Asmana carelessly dropped Adara's corpse and tossed her shining hair out of the way. "These peasant girls are too easy." She casually covered herself in a golden loin cloth and a sizeable bra of the same color. "Mahir!" She called in a young, cloaked man. He was thin, and had bright eyes; though not quite as bright as the golden eyes of his Hallowed master.
Mahir smiled. "Still alive?" He mocked. "I expected no less. In all seriousness, I don't see why you get challenges like this so frequently from people who are far too inexperienced to even threaten you."
Asmana grinned at her servant. "What's not to understand? Humans like you and I are unhappy creatures. When the imperfections of life build on one another, we confront are rulers. I admire the courage these people have."
