by Miss Magical on Sat Jul 23, 2011 11:59 pm
So I think I'ma try to do something new for the art challenges: write little flash-fiction pieces that have to be a certain length, between 100 and 1k words, as decided by Des. This week it was 400 and I used 395 words. Hope you enjoy.
The Sunstone of Eternal Heat
~ ~ Him who holds the sun made physical, let them be cursed by heat eternal. ~ ~
In awe I looked at my hands. Beautiful, I whispered, wisps of smoke rising from my mouth.
I glowed.
Radiance, heat, the sun lived within me. I felt a fire from the stone of the pendant about my neck, the silvery chain cold against my inflamed flesh. I had done it. It was mine. The Sunstone of Eternal Heat.
Now what?!
I looked up, my eyes illuminating the ancient, shadowy temple built here in the Old district of Verdespar. What would the elves have done if they knew such a treasure rested beneath their very noses? Perhaps they did know: the magics guarding the place had been strong, requiring every trick the group had to survive entrance. The scalded skeletons of a dozen adventurers proved the trap's powers.
"Nesel.." A voice regarded me, I swiveled my eyes around, Jas`egon stepping back with shock. "You.." I smiled, light streaming out from between my lips. Goddess above, I felt so .. Alive. The large human wizard stepped towards me, concern etched upon his features; I held up a hand to warn him away, the eldritch forces coursing through me felt truly deadly.
Jas`egon, my friend of a dozen years, exploded.
I heard a pair of voices screaming in surprise as bits of the human's flesh scattered about the temple, the pieces that flew towards me evaporating in puffs of smoke. Another voice was with those two, a cackling, demonic sound. The voice was mine: I felt so .. alive. Heated. Afire.
I moaned as I turned to regard the two others of the group, Aniel and Leina. Both stared at me with a mix of horror and reverence. A voice within commanded me: I gestured towards the two; their clothes fell away with a hsss of melting fabrics.
My pussy ached; my nipples throbbed. Later, after they had finally stopped me, I would be called Nesel the Sun-Whore. But for now? I grinned widely, sunlight spilling from my lips.
I gestured again, and collars of pure light suddenly blossomed into existence around both of their necks. They cried out, and I felt the war that waged in their minds. Aniel was the first to succumb, light streaming out from the corners of her eyes as she fell to the ground before me. I smiled and my hips twitched. "Let me serve you, Goddess," she begged.
Never robust as a melody, only a broken chord to sing.
