"Ah, finally he wakes." She came closer and peered at him. One work-roughened hand grasped his chin so she could angle his face toward the light.
He squinted his eyes against the pain in his head. "Tell me my fate, oh mistress of hell."
He noted that the neckline of her dress was cut so low he could almost see the tops of her nipples. Hmmm? But of course, hell wouldn't be filled with virtuous women, now would it?
"Mistress of hell? That’s the thanks I get for saving your miserable life? I knew I should have taken the fat ugly one instead." She seemed to be speaking now to one of the cats instead of to him. "The pretty ones are never grateful. Isn't that right, Sebastian?" She cackled, seemingly amused at her own jest, the meaning of which escaped him.
He tried to see past the agony in his skull to get a better look at her. The only way to describe her was...ageless. She didn't seem young, but somehow she was not old, either. Definitely, she was not what he would define as beautiful. Far from it. But yet, he found it impossible to look away. Her eyes appeared as black as her hair and he couldn't break from their gaze.
Spellbound. That was how he felt.
She
ladled some of the foul smelling liquid she had been cooking into a small bone cup and used her breath to cool it. Stronger than she looked, she raised him easily into a sitting position on the bed with one arm and pressed the cup to his lips.
He drank in spite of the fact he had no desire to do so. As he swallowed all of it, the bitter evil brew had the strangest effect upon him. Suddenly, his head no longer ached, and his arm ceased it’s throbbing, feeling almost as good as it had before he broke it in the battle.
He was just thinking that perhaps hell wasn't going to be so bad when he felt a familiar stirring between his legs. He watched in amazement as the blanket covering his manhood rose. His face grew hot as his hands instinctively moved to hide the source of his embarrassment.
The woman only nodded, looking pleased. "Magic is strong during Samhain. My warrior is stronger than I'd hoped, isn't he, Sebastian? Perhaps I did pick the right one. And you know I do like them pretty." She laughed again and pulled the blanket from him, exposing his nakedness. "Time to thank me for saving your life, warrior."
He watched in horror, unable to move as she raised her skirts and straddled him. "I'm not dead?" he managed to croak as her one hand grabbed him and began stroking him intimately, almost lovingly.
"Dead? No. You are not dead. But you are mine for as long as I wish it. So please me well and live to see another day, warrior."
