The Priestess's Gratitude Page 5
“You crazy cunt!” Dravis licked his lips and panted as his strength failed him. “I swear to the gods, I’ll…I’ll…”
“Rest now, Tirian,” Khalina soothed. “And know that a part of you will live on inside me forever.”
Dravis tried to reach out and touch her, but darkness overwhelmed him. He had no concept of how long he was unconscious, but he gradually became aware of a voice calling out to him from somewhere nearby.
“Sir? Sir, can you hear me?”
Dravis’s eyes slowly fluttered open. The rocky ceiling above him was the same as before, albeit dimmer, and the air was musty and cold. It took him a moment to realize that he was still lying prone and naked atop the same couch. When he turned his head he spotted his squire, Corwin, leaning over him.
“What?” Dravis stammered.
“Oh, thank the gods you’re all right, sir!” Corwin said. “When you didn’t return to camp I started to get worried. I knew those witches weren’t to be trusted.”
Dravis propped himself up on an elbow and glanced about the shrine. Khalina and her sisters were gone, and they appeared to have taken absolutely everything aside from this couch on their way out. Even the enormous statue of their goddess had been removed somehow.
“How long…?” he rasped. “How long was I in here?”
“Almost three days, sir,” Corwin said. “When you didn’t come back the first night I wasn’t worried, but after the second…”
“Three days? You idiot! They could have killed me!”
“You made it quite clear that you didn’t wish to be disturbed, sir. Or share their affections.” The smallest hint of a smile touched his squire’s lips. “Thankfully, they didn’t steal your sword or armor.”
Dravis leaned all the way up and tried to ignore the sudden wave of dizziness. His armor was indeed lying on the floor just where he’d left it. “Where did they go? Did you see them leave?”
“No, sir. There are horseshoe prints in the sand outside the shrine, but there’s no way to track them across the rocky plains. I’m afraid the women are gone.”
“No,” Dravis growled under his breath. “No, we need to find them! We need to force them to undo this curse!”
“Curse, sir?” Corwin asked. “You seem unharmed.”
Dravis glanced down at his cock—his shriveled, wilted cock. When he touched it, he couldn’t feel anything. It was like it wasn’t even there…
He dropped down to a knee and clamped down on his lip. Khalina had been right about his memory. When he closed his eyes, he could relive every moment in the shrine. The shape of her body, the softness of her tongue, the warmth of her cunt…it was all there in perfect detail.
Perfect, horrible, haunting detail.
“Get the horses,” Dravis croaked, trying and failing to swallow the fear bubbling inside him. Khalina’s words echoed through his mind: I’m afraid you have spilled for the last time.
Corwin frowned. “I don’t understand, sir. Are you wounded?”
“Just get them, you twit!” Dravis growled, cradling his dead cock in his hand. “I need to get to the healers in Riverbend as soon as possible.”
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