Floating Sword pt. 12

 

Breaking the Queens’ defiant spirit is a challenge that the king is enjoying. The more he has her do and see that she reacts adversely. The move he feels in control.

He does not want to break her drive in getting the sword. It has been years looking for the right magician that is destined to pull down his sword.

The king rose from his throne and walked towards the massive oak doors to leave his advisors to their debate on what should be done to the people to get them to work harder and produce the food that is required to feed the palace.

The king hated them all. ‘Those heartless bastards.’ When he ascended the throne he was told to be tough on the peasants and treat those around you as a threat to the thrown and his life at all times.

That was decades ago when he was just a young man. The years had made leery of those around him and angered at those who claim to care for him. Like his beautiful, yet unfaithful wife.

The first time he had caught his beloved wife with another man, he was going to her chamber with one of his advisors. Of course he killed the advisor not to have it leaked out to every one and he locked her up for six months in the top tower to teach her to behave. All it did was make her more determine to find ways to be with other men.

The king decided that he would bed whom ever he chose as well since their married is by name only anyway.

Then he had a dream of a woman in black dress tell him what he must do to tame his wild wife. The things that were coming out of her mouth he could not believe it to be pleasurable at all. He woke with a start. But the dream continued for weeks until he felt he had learned as much as he could. He wanted to put it into practice.

The first ten days were incredible. The reaction the queen was having towards his more dominating personality was beyond what he thought was possible. After the ten days he did not bother to entertain any time with the Queen to see if she would go out and seek a new lover.

To his surprise his spy’s confirmed that she had not. Which confirms, what he was doing was effective on his queen.

He was on his way to see her in her chamber’s to see if she had formulated a new plan to retrieve the sword. He had been a bit uncomfortable to go, since the last time he went their was another man in her chamber.

The king walked into her chamber without a knock to give her notice and she was sitting by the window’s ledge looking out over the garden. She seemed to be deep I thought. It was a shame that he had to disturb her concentration but he needed to speak with her.

“Is there someone out there that needs his head removed from the rest of him?” He said trying to roust her out of her thoughts.

“No my king. You made it perfectly clear as what lays before me if that should ever happen again.” She said with a slight smile.

If he would have known she was submissive by nature it would have been helpful.

“So what brings you to my chamber?”

“Have you come up with a new idea on how to get the sword?”

“No I have not but I feel we need to put a guard there at night and day. It has been to quite with the peasants. I feel something will happen soon and I am not sure what but it feels like tension building in the air.”

“Are you sure your not being paranoid?”

“No my king.”

He nodded and kept looking at her beautiful face. He turned and proceeded to leave but before he left he turned back to her saying,” Tonight prepare for me. I will return late and I want you in position until my return.”

“My king what if I can not?”

“Well my queen you will be sitting in a position that will not only cause you more pain from what I will in flick on it but you will watch as I take all three of your chamber maidens in front of you. I suggest you stay in position.”

He saw the flare of anger cross her face and he could imagine how wet she was just thinking of what is to come tonight.

 

 

Write what moves you!

 

 

legs-682_1392646aGood Morning, Afternoon or Night my fire starters. I have a topic I felt the need to address today.

What is the difference between Fantasy writer, Erotic writer, and Fantasy/Erotic writer?

Well here is my take on the matter.

Fantasy writing is a creation of worlds or species that is all in the writers imagination, being brought to life for you the reader.

Erotic writing is a written sexual scenario that the writer wants to illicit sexual excitement to his/her readers. That is totally possible in the real world.

Fantasy/Erotic writing is the hybrid. The best of two world for the writer. You can delve into dark places that the norm would deem unacceptable yet it turns them on never the less. Create creatures and world altering experiences, while still being safe here in the world.

Why was this brought up to be explained?

I have been asked over the years why don’t you stay with reality writing or fantasy.

Why do you bounce around?

I like reality but my mind bends towards the fantastical.

Yes, I can write about you and me and make it hot (Make it extremely hot). But then I would stifle my self and kill off a part of me that likes to create the unnatural.

My advice to you all is write what moves you. Not everyone will like everything you write, but there are those who could not go on with out another word from you. Write for them, write for you.

Until my next post of the floating sword. Keep the fire burning.

(If you have a question that I can answer with fire. Please do ask. email me at

fianaturi1@gmail.com.)

The Floating Sword pt 11

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Since leaving the castle Nester could not find any magician to train him. He decided to find out what an ENOR is. He knew of a place where they kept all the books that had magical information in it was. The only thing is he heard it was enchanted and the only way to enter was by saying the right word or words.

The last magician that tried never returned. There are spells in there that even the best magician could not handle. Why would they put there then? As a torment and a reminder, that there are beings that are more powerful than you are in this world.

He walked due east to the Grove of Genar. That is where the books are being held and maybe the answer to his question.

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Angelica and her uncle walked for days in the direction he has choosen. She had inquired once why were they walking the away from the palace since the goal was to avenge her parents. He uncle never answered the question. She hated to be ignored but he was also a person who did not tell you information unless he felt you needed to know.

For an hour everyday she practiced her battle magic. She noticed that her uncle stopped sparing with her. She would ask why but she knew he would not answer her any way.

As she concentrated on moving the dirt into mini tornado’s, she heard a rustle coming from the left of her. Maybe today he decided to spar. She decided to be the offence and aimed a mini tornado at him before he cleared the trees.

To her astonishment it was disintegrated before her eye’s. It wasn’t her uncle coming through the trees but a young man with intense dark eye’s.

“Who are you? Speak quickly before I forget I’m a lady and kill you.”

“Wow, you sent that my way and I am supposed to answer your questions because you’re gonna kill me? Are you practicing to be the next Queen?”

The very nerve of him comparing her to that bitch. That was it she didn’t care who he is. He was in for it.

Nester felt the air tightening around him. It almost felt as if she was putting him in a vice.

Angelica watched as his deep, dark eyes began to glow an eery red. Then the air she made steadily surround him like a tube began to dissipate and it was getting very warm. She will not lose to this stranger, so she lifted her hands and concentrated in the center of it. She gathered all the remaining moisture in the air and created a ball.

Nester was amazed at her power and it kind of turned him on by the very thing he hated the most about the queen. Her aggression. What also helped was here shirt sticking close to her body, revealing nice size nipples.

She suddenly hurled the water ball and it hit him directly between the eye’s. His thought’s caused him to delay in his defense. Then he heard it. Laughter coming from the tree’s. They were not alone.

“Enough the both of you.” Angelica’s uncle came down as if he was riding and invisible cloud.

“You have finally shown up Nester.”

Nester did not know this magician, how did he know him?

“Who are you and how do you know my name?”

“I am Ryan and this is my niece Angelica. We are heading the same direction as you are. So might as well keep us company to the Magician’s Womb.

Angelica never heard of such a place but this stranger did. She was still angry about the way he unraveled every spell she threw at him. By the way he looked at her he was kind of pissed off by the she hit him in the face with the water ball.

“Why don’t you both go cool off and come to the fire once you have cleaned up.” He walked off still laughing at the both of them.

Nester made his way back to the fire ,where Angelica was already siting and eating a bowl of hot stew.

“Come and sit. Eat with us.”

Nester took the bowl that was offered and shoveled down it’s contents. He was starving. He ate something three days ago and it was not satisfying to say the least.

“So tell us why you seek the Womb.” Ryan asked a question he already knew the answer. But let’s see how forth coming with the truth was he.

“I had a dream telling me I was a ENOR. What that is I have no idea but I figure that I can not find someone to teach me magic I would go there to find out what that was.”

“An ENOR?” Ryan asked.

Nester nodded as he kept eating.

“An ENOR is a race that had died out over a century ago. But you say that the fire told you?”

“A race that died out?”

“Yes who are your parents.”

“I don’t know. I remember waking up once behind the barn of one of the kings stables. But I can’t remember past that. I was ten I think.”

Angelica sat quite listening to what they were talking about. But she did not trust him. He was hiding something or running away from someone.

“Why are you going to the Womb?’ Nester asked as he looked at Angelica.

“I need a special spell that I hope it is in there.”

“A spell for what?”

“To kill the King and Queen.” Nester stared at angelica as she said that and felt the anger that accompanied her words. “You still want to come with us?” He felt her sizing him up.

“We are going the same way. Why not?” He said to her with out breaking eye contact.

Ryan knew the two were to meet, but that was as far as his visions went. What is next for the two of them, he hoped the gods were with them.

The chosen Fire Starter.

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Hello there fire starters.  I have been busy plugging away at a very erotic story, that I have chosen one of my readers to have. Yes a fire starter is receiving this before being published on Amazon. Congratulation Heather. Hope you enjoy the heat.

It is simple to be considered for an early read. E-mail me at Fianaturie1@gmail.com. Post a question you would like to see on Wicked Wednesday and you will be considered for the next give away.

Can’t wait to hear from you. Keep the fires burning. Fia

(Here is a little taste of Fantasia.)

“Why Miss. Spade you seem to be blooming in front of my eyes. Your cheeks are a lovely shade. I wonder what else can turn an equally lovely shade on your person. Yet you must settle in before the other bees start buzzing towards your bloom.”

Floating Sword pt10

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It has been over a month since her training had begun.  Angelica’s skills have improved immensely. Her uncle was proud of how far she had gotten in such a short period of time. But that did not mean he was taking it easy an her at all.

On the contrary he was increasing the teaching. Increasing the power behind each blow. Making every strike precise. Leaving bruises and cuts on her body. All to remind her to keep her defenses up.

Angelica was mastering each element. Yet he needed her to be stronger and able to assess the situation to pin point accuracy. Knowing without knowing what is coming.

“Uncle Reyn!” Angelica called out as she fell to the ground with a look of anger in her eye’s.

That’s what he wanted to see. The intensity of her anger. He was going to push her to see  if she would save her own life or cower away.

Reyn gather the strength from the very air around them. Creating a circular saw. Circling around getting as close to her throat, to pose the threat.

Angelica quickly counter by causing a piece of the roof top to hit her uncle on top of his head. Giving her time to get away from the wind saw. As she rose splinters off the piece of wood she used to hit her uncle, came right her, slicing pieces of flesh as it flew past.

Thinking quickly on her feet angelica created a spell in her mind to incinerate the pieces of wood and at the same time trapped her uncle with the very earth he was standing on.

Reyn was shocked she created two spells simultaneously.

“Angelica, release me!” he yelled as he felt the earth tightening around him.

“No. If you continue trying to kill me, I can not, uncle.” She said breathing rapidly. Part from their sparing and part from the adrenaline pumping from the realization that her uncle was trying to kill her.

“Release me , I will not harm you.”

Angelica was searching in his eyes for any malice. But there was none. She made the earth retreat as quickly as it surrounded him.

Reyn stood there looking at her with pride in his eye’s. She was surpassingly quicker than he was at her age. There was an element that he could not teach her, because he never acquired it himself.

“Uncle why wouldn’t you stop? Were you really trying to kill me?”

“Yes I was trying to kill you. To keep your guard up. Not family or friend can be trusted in these times. If you want to avenge your parents you must have this ingrained in your mind.” He could see the hurt starting to creep into her eyes but he will not show any sympathy.

Reyn walked into the house and Angelica followed close behind and watched as he packed a bag.

“Are we going Uncle?”

“It is time. You are more than capable of defending your self and today proved that you would kill to save your life. We spent enough time training.”

“But I have not master the fifth element.”

“I can not teach you something I do not possess myself.”

Angelica gathered her things and prepared herself mentally that this could be the last time she and her uncle may spend together in his home. She knew one of them will not return.

As they began their trek, the tree elf began to rejoice at the sight of them leaving.

“Hey Reyn your leaving the boundary of the spindles. You will die and I will be there to sing your passing.”

Reyn smile at the tree elf and caused one of the vines to creep behind him until it reached his neck. Once there it twisted around tightening.

“You evil little gnat. It’s been way past time for your life to end. Angelica please blow a kiss to the tree elf.”

Angelica did not really want to kill the elf, but she had to harden herself for what is to come. So she blew a kiss that caused the wind to nudge him off the branch and snap his neck.

As they walked pass the lifeless elf, she wondered if she could kill her own kind with out feeling any remorse. Either way she will have to live with it.

 

 

 

 

Floating Sword pt9 (Adult)

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(This chapter is not for the faint of heart. It is graphic in nature and I make no apologies for it. Please enjoy and I love feed back)

The King had noticed that the Queen has been more vicious than usual. It must be because her little toy had run off and she misses him. When he heard of the young man’s disappearance he felt over joyed in the matter.

The Queen had not been keeping up with her wifely duties and at first he did not mind. But when word started to spread the she had taken a lover. It began to gnaw at him. Yet being the king he would not show any sign of weakness. So he indulged himself with maidens to satisfy his desires. At the same time he planned what punishment he would bestow on the queen on the day she is without he toy.

“Uri call the queen to my chambers.” The guard bowed and went to fetch the queen.

The king went to gaze out the large window in his chamber, which over looks the queen’s chambers. She looked out her window to see him gazing at her. She looked beyond livid. He did not hide his pleasure in her annoyance.

The queen walked in glaring at the king.

“That will be all Uri.” He told the guard.

Once the guard left, the queen began her assault.

“What is so important that you have sent for me at this hour?”

“Watch your tongue. I sent for you because I can.” He said then walked over to the bed and reclined.

“It has come to my attention that your lover has fled the palace.” He watched her reaction to his knowledge of her infidelity. “You know I could have you beheaded for having a lover.”

The queen stood her ground. She refused to show any sign of fear.

“Instead I have decided to punish your indiscretions.” he smiled because her tough demeanor faltered.

“Take your cloths off.”

“What if I don’t?”

“You mean if you do not follow my order. Well your head will be displayed for all to see at the gates once it’s off your body. Now from this instant cloths off and no speaking.”

The queen had never been at the other end of the kings orders. Since the marriage they have consummated the marriage twice and both were left to be desired. She removed her clothing, standing there bare before him. The slight cool air harden her nipples and left a chill through her.

“Come to me.”

She walked over to the bed and stood before him.

“Bend over the edge of the bed and spread our legs nice and side for me and I remind you one word and your head will roll.”

She did as she was told. Feeling exposed and helpless her anger only grew.

“Now you see. You have forgotten I am king. You have taken liberties that not only embarrassed me, the crown, but your self. In doing so I will punish you to the limit of the offence. To be a queen one must act like such. But to be a whore, one does not wear a crown.”

Suddenly without warning a sting landed across her firm back side. Then another. It felt like a flexible stick he was using. After the tenth strike he stopped and processed to caress his handy work.

“After tonight you will no longer give your body to another or it will be your death.”

Before she could rise she felt the head of his shaft enter her tender cavern. She cried out a little. But the sick part of the whole punishment. The queen loved to be taken. to be possessed, dominated.

Each thrust was more forceful than the last. She felt his hands keeping her in place. then out of now where she felt his thumb invade her backside as he trust his last and released his hot seed in both entrances.

He stood back to look at his work and was satisfied.

“You will service me day and night for ten days. For those ten days you will not leave your chambers unless I call you. Until the tenth day you are no longer a queen but the whore you wanted to be and you will be treated as such. Now leave my chambers and return before dawn.”

The queen rose and retrieved her clothing. She was taken aback by the turn of events. Ten days of this. “I will kill you Nester.”  she whispered, as she walked slowly to her chambers.

 

Floating Sword pt.8

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As Nester walked out of the shop, the three gentlemen walked up to him and began to surround him.

“Can I help you?”

“We heard you are looking for a magician to take you under their wing?”

Nester looked at the man that decided to be the leader of the three. He wasn’t much of a threat but he was the one bold enough to speak.

“And if I was?”

“Do you not live in this world or sumthin? The queen has decreed for us to turn anyone who have magical ability over to her , so they can retrieve the sword.”

Nester proceeded to put down his satchel so he would have a bit more freedom in movement.

“Why you put your bag down boy? Are you planning to put a spell on us? ‘The man to the left said as he edged himself a bit closer. Giving Nester a close up smell of him not washing for days.

“Why would I have to put my bag down to put a spell on you? There is one on you right now.”

Nester snapped his fingers and two of the men that were standing at his right and left dropped. Now the man standing before him, he could not get into the spell. Nester did not have that much control to make a wide enough ring to include him in.

“So you got my buddies here, but not me. Thant means your magic’s not strong boy. I’m gonna kick your ass before I turn you in.” The man said as he clenched his fist ready to strike..

Nester stood his ground. He refused to show any sign of fear. The man swung his right fist, missed his face and hit his aura. Deceiving the man that it was his actual face he hit. He swung his other hand and the same thing happened. He looked confused as to why Nester was still standing.

The man had many fights and no one stood after they were hit by him. He then looked at his right hand and seen a trickle of blood appear on his middle finger. Then another appeared on the other fingers. Suddenly the little finger fell to the ground as if it were sliced up in perfect rings.  Showing the dark bone marrow, the bone, then dark red muscle housed in a ring of flesh.

Soon after the other fingers followed. The man stood there in shock as he held out two stumps that once had hands, just a few seconds ago, in front of him. He was in shock. Nester bent over and grabbed his bag and left the stunned man standing in front of the store bleeding out over his friends.

Nester made it half way out of town before he heard the screams from a woman over what happened. He ran as fast as he could out of there.

He turned around after he ran for a while realizing that no one was chasing him. He would have never used that tactic but he was not much of a hand to hand fighter. If he was taken back to the queen she would surly cut his man hood off before she cut his head off his body.

Nester continued to walk in the direction of the setting sun. Hopefully he’ll find some one soon to help him.

Update on the Floating Sword and Wicked Wednesday

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Good morning fire starters.

I have decided to only post, “The Floating Sword and do Wicked Wednesday”. It would be too much to keep up with fierce fridays, while I am in the process of writing this book. I already have three juicy topics for this Wicked Wednesday.

Until the next time my fingers hit the keyboard;don’t let the fire go out.

Fia

Floating Sword pt.7

thXOWXUXI8Nester continued his trek through the forest for another couple of miles before he stopped for the night.

He made camp by a large cypress tree where the foliage was not cluttering the north side of it.

Then quickly he made a fire with a basic child’s spell and sat back to relax a little. He knew he was in the forest near the village of Emblem. He wanted to go through without bringing too much attention to himself.

He had to find a sorcerer to take him on as an apprentice. He knew it was slim to no chance of finding one in the village but he had to try.

Nester pulled out a piece of dried pork and bread to eat. He listened for any changes in the air. Everything was fine. He felt a little drowsy from all the exertion of the day.

As Nester fell into an in between state of consciousness, he could hear whispers coming from the fire.

“Who’s speaking?” He muttered.

“Young magician your fate is not to become an apprentice. Your destiny is to find the chosen.”

“No I am not skilled yet. I need to learn from a master.”

“You are an “ENOR”. Find the answer to the question.”

The whispers stopped as he became lucid.

“What is an ‘ENOR’?

Nester decided to get a few hours sleep before moving on in the morning.

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The  started off cooler than the day before or the fact that his adrenaline is not pumping through his system as fast as yesterday.

He continued on ward towards the village to see if they had a magician will to take him as an apprentice.

Walking through the village of Emblem the people seemed to keep them selves and try not to  make too much eye contact with strangers.

Nester walked into the village store to inquire about that magician. The woman at the counter glanced once his way then continued putting away a bag of sugar.

“Excuse me miss is it possible that you could help me?”

She continued working as if he did not exists.

“I will pay you a two coins for the information.”

She looked at him as if he had two heads. “Ask your question and do it quickly before I change my mind to answer it.”

“Is there a magician in this village who will take an apprentice?”

She stood there staring at him suddenly enraged.

“Do you not live in this world? The queen had nearly killed all magician’s, and any young one that is presenting with an inkling of power are sent to retrieve the sword, then head block.”

Nester did not forget but he had hoped there would be at least one he could locate one. The woman left without taking the coins and he felt as if he hurt her unintentionally.

“So you are a magician?” a small weasel looking man asked. She stood in the corner of the shop and almost looked trapped between the wall and a table that held pots.

“No I just wanted to meet one.”

“It didn’t sound like that. Listen go through the village about a mile there is a shake. An old man lives there that is said he does magic.”

“How would you know? If it is common talk then the Queen should have heard of him.”

“She only knows what she is told. Be careful on who you ask question to. If you look out the window that young woman has gathered three men to toss you out. I advise you to leave and head to the house.”

“I guess you want the coins?”

The man held out his hand and Nester noticed something odd. The hand did not match the body. It looked delicate, almost like a female hand. He grabbed the money and he ran out the front door.

As he looked out the window he could see the three-men begin to approach the store.

(What will happen next?????)