A Day with the Champion
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Prologue
Out of breath. Out of options. Out of time.
Out of luck.
The silver and blue gateway fizzled out of existence as Erzulie was dragged out of the room. She fought and struggled against the stonelike grasps of her captors. It was futile. The motherly figure was blessed with assets that could barely be covered by the light silver silk robes that covered her body, and collided with her long, wavy, hair. Besides those robes, she wore nothing. She wasn’t allowed to, due to her established position. Comfort girls weren’t allowed to wear anything other than robes. Though by the time this was over, she expected that she’d be wearing even less.
She was dragged through the stone corridors, which were lit by brazenly bright torches that were lit by gas, but completed the castle’s ancient feel, despite being built merely two years ago. The doors to a new room were kicked open by the four guards it took to restrain her, and she was thrown in, landing hard on her knees. She skinned them on the coarse stone, but they quickly healed. She missed the days where she wouldn’t have been able to skin her knees at all. Occasionally, she would cut into her skin, just to make sure that she still at least had some of her power left, but every day since she had been made a slave for her master’s pleasure, her powers slowly drained, more and more. She dreaded the day where she would have nothing left. How she missed being a goddess.
The doors slammed shut, and the guards had vanished behind them, leaving her in the room. A bedroom, with a gorgeous canopy bed that was large enough to fill a college dorm. She sheets were red, and the blanket was velvet. Normally, they were silver, with satin sheets. “The concept of baseball hasn’t been lost on you, is it?”
A voice rang out to a chair in the corner of the room, half-engulfed by the darkness. She didn’t turn to face the voice. She knew that voice all too well. It was the voice that destroyed her family. She was little more than a woman who worked happily on a farm with her husband and her son. As a goddess of her realm, Erzulie was loved by all. Cherished by many. Idolized by her people. She was proud. She was respected. She was happy. All of that had changed within twenty-four hours. She had to watch as her life was destroyed by the man in that chair. Her husband was dead, and so was her son, courtesy of the man. Courtesy of Tijean.
“I know it’s been a few years since you’ve seen anyone play, but the rules of the game are pretty simple.” He stood from the chair, and into the light. He was tall. Muscular. Chiseled. His body, from his olive-colored skin to his six pack to his cock that swung out at over six inches before it was even hard was the very essence of male perfection. “Three strikes, and you’re out. I made that incredibly clear.” He walked forward until he stood just in front of her. His cock was exactly eye-level to her, and he made sure that it was the center of her attention. He reached down, and wrapped his fingers around a little gold amulet that hung around her neck. With one quick snap, her broke the cord that held it and tossed it aside, on a writing desk that overlooked his kingdom. A dark realm of chaos and disorder. “You’re not going to warn her.”
“It doesn’t matter if I can’t warn her.” Erzulie dared to shift her gaze from Tijean’s cock, and stare straight into his eyes. “You’ll never be able to cross the realm of light. There’s too much darkness in your heart.” She allowed a smirk to cross her lips. Tijean reached out and cupped her cheek with his right hand.
“Oh sweet Erzulie, you know that there’s no spell I can’t break. No realm I can’t enter. Why else would you be so desperate to warn Gaia that I know where she’s hiding? It’s only a matter of time.” He slid his thumb past her lips. His cock began to harden, and rise. “Now, I better not see you anywhere near that portal again, understand? If you get a third strike, I might just have to put another baby in you. And I know you don’t want that, right?”
Erzulie could only shake her head as Tijean pressed his cock against the edges of her lips. She could taste the salt from the precum that had formed at the tip of his cock.
“Good girl. Now, give me your best apology.” He grabbed her by the back of her neck and picked her up. With superhuman speed and strength he threw her onto her back onto the center of the great canvas bed. He stepped onto the edge of the mattress, and flicked his wrists. The robe untied itself, leaving Erzulie bare and cold, as her bountiful breasts swung free. The curtains screeched shut, engulfing the two of them in darkness.
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