Hot Water

Not understanding what was taking place yet sensing this man inside my disembody mass I shifted to a form from long ago. One I was unsure of yet knew so well.

*Mans POV*

She was here... After 700 years his beloved mate has risen from the depths of the earth. He sensed her the moment she herd him and took form. Tho she took on the shape of the night and crept closer he saw her for what she truly was.

In their species there was no denying one another. They were created as a pair before such a thing as time was known. A pair destined for one another even if she did not know it yet she would before the dawn came.

Feeling her eyes upon him nearly drove him mad with need to melt into her. Yet as soon as her gaze left him anger boiled inside of him. How dare his Mate not stare upon him longer in all his glory. Her attention should never leave him let alone be drawn away by something insufficient as the corpses that laid upon the ground.

Unable to within stand the distance he teleported behind her.

"You came to late to see my evening sport.... Lilith."

In a flash a woman stood before him in all her glory. She was a tall thing reaching his shoulders she would be close to 5'10. Hair hair hung loose in waves that reminded him of the battle field in its shade under the night it was crimson red. Tearing his gaze to her face he was awestruck at what appeared before his mix match eyes. Hers were the color of the deepest emerald green with speaks of gold. Raking in her as a whole she was a goddess. Long legs, thick and muscular yet oh so soft her sex was not in question. Raising his gave higher he took stock of the wide child baring hips, He itched to have those under his hands shortly. With out a doubt she was a mix of pure sex with her hour glasss shape and power. It was highly intoxicating for any warrior let alone a Skin walker.

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*Lolita*

Finding this man much to close my self preservation kicked in. Stepping back to breath I didn't notice the hand reaching out to grab my waist. In the next instant I was snapped into this unholy creatures arms and the scene around us shifted to a large court yard. Bathed in the light of the moon it shined as an enchanted garden.

Without thought my hand shot forth and connected with his throat.

" You dare to touch me. " A black flame appeared from my hand engulfing his neck before I could comprehend what was happening. Laughter shook below my hand as he shifted me to stand before his great height. He was not only handsome but abnormally tall.*6"6*

" It seems I took you by surprise. I won't apologize for I enjoyed the show. Yet can you please kill the Demon Fire. Last time you lost control of it you nearly took the world out and lost your mind." Shocked at how he could address me as someone he knew pissed me off but the moment he laid in the details I lost my train of thought. The flames went with it and my hand fell away.

Looking up at him suddenly two things struck me . His an idiot and his smile could destroy a woman's heart. His lips pulled into a smile that made you think of a predator and yet you wanted to be his prey.

"Just who are you" the words came spilling from my lips .

"Do you not recognize me then? But of course." He said this with a sigh." I am The God of Havoc, You may call me Droco, Highlord of the 4th realm." As he stated all this his hands trailed across me cheek down to me neck. The more he spoke the closer his face got. With each word filling in my ears his breath lingered on my skin like a lovers touch.

"You however have the blessings to call me yours." With those final words his mouth touched the base of my neck and the sky shattered upon my scream as his teeth tore into me.