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"Witch! Beldams!" They scream as I'm being dragged away by the King's servants.
My own mouth tastes like metal from the blood running down my nose. I tried to defend myself, but I was outnumbered quickly. The bottom of my dirty dress is soaked. Grass everywhere in my hair. My feet hurt from all the running.
"Our sovereignty, What fate shalt the lady suff'r?"
"Burneth the beldams, burneth burneth! But first alloweth the doct'r examineth h'r."
I'd rather burn to death at the stake immediately. His gruesome reputation probably helped preventing dozens of crimes. Not him, not Doctor Corax, please no. I wonder what entertainment he would consider appropriate for a witch. Surgery? Skinning alive? Wheeling?
The striking figure draws the attention to himself as soon as he enters the Kingdom hall.
"I arrived as festinate as I couldst. What case am I bargaining with the present day? I misseth performing autopsies on deceased forms."
"I doth not wanna disappoint thee but thee shall has't to dealeth with a existing p'rson anon"
Long black coat. Black leather hat.
His face hidden behind a white leather mask shaped like a corvid's beak. Usually plague doctors only wear black. He is not like them. Not even close. He is taller, operates faster and more efficient, more atrocious. He is said to have no mercy and lack empathy or any human emotion existing. Scary is an understatement.
He measures my facial features and my height. Does a few simple tests with me.
He looks at the king:
"Unobtrusive. Belike the sanest patient I has't hadst in mine own entire existence. Art thee certes she's a beldams?"
The King laughs: "Mistress speaks in an uncanny way. T sounds liketh our tongue. Yet, uses phrases I has't nev'r hath heard ere.
Yond harlot wast seen doing enchantment to seize royal might and plunge the state into ruin. H'r volume of necromancy wast hath brought to me. Taketh a behold and thee shall seeth."
"Mayhap. But the lady is too precious to beest killed. Alloweth me has't h'r f'r mine own studies. H'r estate of intellect may holp investigating diseases and scenarios of possesseth."
"Corax, I admireth thee. So shalt t beest, then. Mine own biggest conc'rn is still anoth'r bubonic plague outbreak. As longeth as yond doesn't befall, I'm fine with aught."
I'm now his. The doctor claimed me. Death would have been the sweetest option for sure. Lifelong suffering awaits me now.
I wipe the sweat away from my forehead.
I follow him out into his carriage. It's pitch black and being pulled by huge black horses with blue eyes. Almost eerie.
"Drink.", he commands after giving me an uncommon looking bottle. I obey him.
My circulation gets better. What fluid did it contain, I wonder.
"I haven't come across someone of your kind for ages. Witch from the emerald coven if I'm not mistaken?"
"If you were a wizard, elf or any other magic being, I would have noticed it the second you entered the room. Nevertheless you speak our language. How did you-"
"A century old curse. Connected to my fate."
"You are immortal too, aren't you? What are you then? "
"Indeed that's the case, m'am. You will figure out who I am soon enough."
We are heading to his living place. Far, far way from mankind.
He reaches under his collar. Looks like a locket. It reacts to his touch-shining bright. A portal opens in front of us. We are galloping right into it.
The exit is a valley. Dark,abandoned, but full of plants and trees. His castle is on top of the mountain.
"Upstairs, on the right is your bedroom. I hope you feel comfortable. Welcome to my place."
Dragon statues, stone stairs, banners displaying medieval Gothic art. Some of the walls are decorated with stone tables. The carved images look ancient. Pre our millennium.
"Why did you save me? You are certainly not known for your graciousness."
"I don't perform on living patients. Neither do my assistants. Unfortunately it's still impossible to save everyone, if they end up in a wicked doctor's arms, although I'm the head of the empire's current medicine system. Mankind has gone mad with their witch trials and torture entertainments. I despise the criminal actions as well and yet I strongly oppose torture. There was a time, more than a thousand years ago, when supernatural beings lived in peace amongst each other. We didn't reveal ourselves to humans. We simply let them know about our existence and they appreciated it. Long before the rise of monotheistic religion."
"You are trying to study humans. To save them. Why don't you just continue your life here side by side with other magic creatures?"
"I couldn't. Remember the curse I mentioned earlier? Each one of the Gods carries a curse as old as their existence. There is only one way to break it. By fulfilling the prophecy.Mine mentions the emerald coven. You seem to be the last living member.You are so much more beautiful than I had imagined. Words cannot describe your beauty."
"I wasn't able to cast spells. Devastating as the last descendant of my coven. I tried it in the morning but I was caught by a priest. Now it works. Is it your presence? The same way mine had an effect on yours?"
"Everything will be alright. You're safe with me."
"Oh Corax, I can't stop looking at you. I am mesmerised.
The feeling is mutual."
After exchanging a few stares, we kiss.
"You saved me."
"And you saved me. It's time to reveal myself to you and you only."
The locket lights up. His body starts to grow rapidly. Wings are coming out of his back. His coat transforms into a ripped robe. He is carrying a scythe. I'm losing myself in his bright red eyes:
"You're the grim reaper."
"Yes, my darkness. I am Death.
My true name is Namtar.
Finally we art united. We shall spendeth eternity togeth'r. F'rev'r, mine own loveth. I'm insuppressive with thee by mine own side.
Come into my arms."
We hug with his wings wrapped around us.
He flies us both to his chamber.
"Let me undress you. Reveal all of you. Your body is a work of art."
"Namtar, so is yours.", I wrap my lips around his tip. My tongue is moving around it. He lifts up my back and pulls my bottom onto his face.
The completed circle.
Him licking every inch of me. Sucking me carefully. Penetrating me with his tongue. I'm dripping in his mouth. He enjoys every bit of it,while grabbing my bottom. I take him down my throat. Massaging his sensitive areas with my hands. Squeezing drops out of him.
He gets on top of me and makes love to me. Every thrust brings us closer together.
"This, this my love is heaven. You are my heaven. My hell. My everything.", I whisper into his ear. He moans. His hands cupping my breasts. Our lips kissing. My legs wrapped around his back.
Our blood drops mixing. A true reciprocation of magic.
"You feel so indescribably amazing. Being inside you. Feeling you. Being with you is all I ever need. OH DARLING",
he spreads his wings while he finishes. It's leaking on my inner thighs. He rests his head on my chest and spoons me.