Forbidden Lust Crimes of Passion

In the feared Kingdom of Morgeideign, dragons are enslaved, and women are no more than breeding stock. Incest, blood magic and freedom are all but banished from the land. But, all that is about to change for the daughter of the Tyrant King Ephesious. Uonata Paraxious the only Princess of Morgeideign has been living in secluded sin for most of her life. Left ignorant to the happenings of the world, the young girl of fifteen falls to her brother's bed in comfort. When the damned and incestuous relationship between prince and princess begins to decay, Uonata embarks on a journey of conquest, equality and justice, all while riding the cusp of adulthood. The princess seeks to break the chains of oppression and bring justice to women and dragons alike.


10. Damnation

The Princess at last came to awaken, her chest still rising and falling in a rapid pace. She rubbed her eyes, praying that what she had come to view before she blacked out was but a dream. Unfortunately, it had not been a dream, but a harsh and deadly realization. Her black trumpet gown rested upon the blowing grasses in a heap of shining fabric. She pressed her palms into the soil and scampered backward in fear. Unlike how he once stood, the deceased Prince stood over her in a ghastly form. The very form he had come to hold at the time of his death. His once radiant skin, laid upon his bones in a putrid gray, his intestines hung nearly to his knees and swarms of carcass flies buzzed about him. He reached for her and she screamed, no one could hear her, she was too far from the castle.

The demonic dog stepped forward, his flew's coming to curl over the tar-like coloring of his gums. His fangs hung from them nearly nine inches long, their hypodermic shape leaving her with a deep-seated serpent's fear. Unlike the soul that now came to command the beast, it stood very much real. The scent of it turned her stomach, the odor of urine and burning flesh came to slither up her nostrils. For several long moments, Adalaya could not decide if the scent came from the burning body behind her, or the beast before her eyes. It moved towards her in an eerie manner, saliva dripping from its snapping jaws. The being was unlike anything she had ever come to witness. It was large and menacing, with a mane much like that of a lion hanging in matted cords from the center of its head down its chest. The male hounds paws rivaled that of the largest dishes her family came to own. As she gathered her footing she wondered what had come to create such a vile thing.

Her fear and disbelief grounded her to the dirt, the heat behind her the only sign she may still be among the living. Her eyes frantically darted about the vast open area, hoping anyone would see her and come to her aid. There was no one, not even a servant she could run too. She wanted nothing more but to see a face, a living face in those long moments. It was then that, she cursed herself for sending away her maids. Knowing no other option, she slowly backed away gathering the fabric of her dress into her fists. The Princess turned upon heel and ran. The soil beneath her feet seemed to give out from under her weight, causing her to stumble as she fled. Her screams continued to flow from her lungs, her entire body running warm with an inferno of terror.

The spirit of sin her and her brother had come to cast upon themselves, came to mount his beast. His large hands, now equipped with razor sharp claws came to grip onto the canines horns. - "Reo'fi heisa." "Pursue her." He commanded. As the words fled his lips the Drathellian born dog took to the chase, a thundering roar chasing down the heiress of the land. The young woman could feel the push of the hellhounds breath upon her back. The baying of its hunting call sending a lightning-like shiver down her spine. "I am going to die!" She thought to herself as she ran, her knuckles turned white as her fists clenched tighter to the heavy fabrics. The heiress managed to break left into the Arcalome forest. Her father had always forbid her to travel there but she no longer cared of his rules. Within an instant despite the light of day, she found that the forest had a night like atmosphere to it. The sound of breaking branches and the crunching of dead leaves were behind her. She took a moment to look over her shoulder, the hound was still in pursuit and was gaining on her.

The sound of igniting fire came to dance with the ballad of nature the hound came to play with each leaping gallop he made. All she could feel now was impending doom, a lump came to well in her throat and suddenly her body began to give out. Her breathing fell into a rhythm of rapid and short breaths, her chest now set to fire from the exertion. The forest behind her came to be engulfed in flames. The smoldering scent filled her nostrils causing further panic to run ramped through her veins. In her frantic attempts to get away, she failed to notice the small cottage to her left.

A tall woman dressed in evergreen robes stood feeding her winged horse. She looked to the North, taking note of the smoke venting upwards from its direction. The womans eyes came to cut in thought, had the subjects at last come to kill her? As she evened her gaze she noticed a girl run past her, a very familiar girl. "Adalaya?" She spoke softly, before the hound and its Master came to rush past as well. The sorceress gathered her bow and quiver and pulled herself up onto her horse. -"Furtuva triotom."- "Follow them." She spoke.

The Princess tripped and rolled down the hill before her. Strands of her hair coming to catch and rip from her scalp on her fall down. The sharp ends of branches and thorns came to rake against her soft skin, leaving several thin trails of blood in her wake. Gathering her footing once more the young girl ran across the small river, the rushing waters pulling at her like the hands of demons. Making it across, she stopped a moment to see the hound on the hills edge. It began to descend, as it did a shadow came to fly over her. She watched as a amber brown winged horse came to land within the river before her. It's sixty-foot wingspan coming to fully expand before her attackers. The creature came to rear up, its front hooves rolling towards the hound. Through her blurred vision she could see a figure atop the creature, a bow in hand.

"Help me please!!!" She cried. "Remain there girl!" The woman came to say as the hound charged. Her mount came to rest upon all fours, pivoting rapidly to then buck. The hind legs of the mythical beast came to connect harshly to the jaw of the hound. The strength behind the kick sending it flying back into the trunk of an old tree. Adalaya watched as the ghost of her betrothed came to fall from his beast, his soul now turning to ashes. As the hound came to stand, her savior pulled back upon her bow and let it loose. The arrow came to pierce the front part of the creatures skull killing it instantly. It had been laced with suns bane, a known poison lethal to those of the underworld. Replacing her weapon back over her shoulder, the mysterious woman urged her winged horse forward. She extended a hand to the fallen Princess. "Come now child, I will see your wounds tended." Adalaya looked up with a shaken spirit, taking her hand. "Who are you?" The woman pulled her up upon the back of her war horse and gave her a pleasant smile. "I am your aunt."


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