Chapter 9: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: August 17, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

9 – Cassandra

Barefoot, Cassandra walked toward the pond, if one could still call it that. The Mystic had replaced the water with wine. At least he had in all of his courtyards.

“What did you really wish for?” Cassandra figured she’d ask again in case he’d lied. Not even a bastard could be stupid enough to wish for nothing.

Damyn combed his hand through his golden-flecked hair. All the bruises on his face made him less handsome. “I’ll tell you again,” he said. “But first, why don’t we go back to my room and admire your waterfall?” He smiled just with his eyes. It made her want to kiss him—maybe more. She  wondered if her father would discourage a marriage to a half-person.

Cassandra plopped down on the grass, swirled her foot into the pond of  wine. Where the shade of the trees didn’t fall, sunlight made many things sparkle. “You’re not as charming as you think.”

“Yeah, but you know, I haven’t yet told you that you’re the best mixture of egg and sperm that I’ve ever seen. I really can’t believe you were once anything other than what you are now.”

Cassandra bit her thumb. “Was that supposed to make me swoon?” Damyn dropped down next to her. “If you are, in fact, swooning then it was meant to make you swoon. But if you’re not turned on then it was merely an intentional bad joke.”

A lock of hair fell in front of her eye. “It sounds like you’ve left me to answer my own question.”

“Yeah, I’ve recently decided I only like answering a question with another question.” He grabbed her foot and put her toes in his mouth, sucked the liquid off them.

A tingling sensation came over her and she shivered. Slowly slow, she pulled her foot back. Who knew a foot could provide so much pleasure. Certainly she’d never thought to masturbate her toes at night.

Damyn grinned. “What are you thinking about?”

“Thoughts are personal.” Cassandra stood, and he pulled her back down.

Clothes rained on their heads, a bra and underwear. In the tree above a  man and woman were humping one other. Together, Damyn and Cassandra laughed.

 

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