*NEW PORN THIS WEEKEND!!!*

Hey kids!

I know. I know. I’ve been a bad host. I’ve been absent from my own party! I so sorry! The rest of my life ran me over.

BUT!

This weekend I’m bringing out another little Novella!!!! Totally different from ‘The General and the Milkmaid’ and ‘Japonisme’. It’s a story of a demon and his forced impregnation of the woman who accidentally called him! 😀

A little taste from ‘One Mistaken Word’…..

I punched my pillows a few times and was about to drop back down into sleep when I saw a glimmer of light coming from the turret room. Had I left one of the candles burning? Cursing, I swung my legs out of bed. I was never so careless. I was rather afraid of fire, truth be told. I tied up my pyjama top and walked out of my bedroom.

I had to duck my head to enter the turret, but as I got closer, I could see one candle guttering on my makeshift altar. How strange. I was sure that I had snuffed that one. As I entered the room, I suddenly became aware of the figure in the side of the circle away from the arch. He was huge. His back was to me and he had what looked like a red leather cape hanging from his shoulders and a mass of golden blond hair resting on top of his shoulders. There was something coming out from either side of his head. I couldn’t tell what. He wore plate armour like some sort of knight. The metal was dark like titanium.

I moved to dash out of the room as quick as I entered. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed me. But suddenly I was held still. It was as if my limbs were locked in ice. I was so cold. Was I paralysed with fear? I didn’t know. All I knew was that there was a man here.

“You called me,” His voice was a low rasp.

“King Heinrich?” I whispered.

“You promised me your body. You promised me your chalice. I am here to collect.” The voice was terrible. Then he turned and I felt my jaw drop. He didn’t have the face of a man. His face was almost that of a lion. The riotous blond hair I had seen was his mane. Ram’s horns came out from just behind his temples, curving through several rotations. As he pivoted, I could see that what I thought was a cape were in fact wings. He had the body of a man in armour. His hands were like mine, only with pointed talons at the end.

“What are you?” I breathed.

“I am the Great Duke Allocer of Hell!” His wings extended as he said his name and the wind buffeted my face.

“No!” I whispered. “No! I called King Heinrich of Germany. Henricius Auceps Rex.” But as the correct name slipped form my lips, I realised that last night I had said it incorrectly. I had said Henricius Allocer. I started to shake. “But you know who I meant. It was one mistaken word!” I begged.

Allocer

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