Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Zepharali walked to the cavern’s edge and nodded for Lazaar to dive in with him.
Lazaar hesitated, fidgeting with his hands while shifting his sad-looking gaze from the foamy water at least five thousand feet below them and back to his face.
What’s wrong?
Lazaar shook his head, his gaze cast down to his feet.
“I cannot swim, my lord,” he confessed. “There were no oceans or rivers in my realm of shadows.”
Zepharali should’ve known that. He’d made his heart’s treasure feel insecure.
“I’ll teach you, I promise.” Zepharali hooked his arm around Lazaar’s narrow waist, ignoring his cock responding to his nakedness. “I’ll take you down.”
Lazaar
Lazaar was enjoying watching Zepharali’s sleek body glide effortlessly just below the surface of the crystal-blue water.
The ocean life seemed almost eager to join his titan in his swim as various fish and other sea dwellers splashed and danced around him.
Lazaar lounged on a small island several hundred feet from the shore, sunbathing while his beloved randomly splashed water at him when he came close.
Will you knock it off? I’m enjoying the suns, if you don’t mind.
He reclined again, only to get another face full of warm water that went up his nose and made his eyes water.
Gods damn you!
Zepharali was beneath the water.
Must I punish you for that language? That’s hardly the way to speak to your lord.
There was only the promise of a delicious penance in his titan’s voice awaiting him, and he was tempted to spout more curses, but a sharp whistle drew his attention to the shore.
He blinked in surprise and mild disappointment at Zepharali’s large detail, headed by Dorema and Aoide, standing just beyond the surf.
I think your swim is being cut short. Your daughters await, and they appear annoyed.
I’m sure they are. I should’ve been in the council’s gathering at prime.
Zepharali broke the surface beside him and gave him a gentler splash this time.
“Come on. You ready to see what plans Elephaa has for you today?”
Lazaar thought about another tour through the overcrowded market and decided he’d rather continue lying on his tiny island, basking in the sunlight and reliving every moment of their lovemaking last night.
“I’ll stay here a while, my lord.” Lazaar smiled. “When I’m done, Myst will return me to shore.”
Zepharali nodded, then leaned in and kissed him, infusing so much passion that Lazaar didn’t want it to end.
Later, my heart. Plenty more later.
His beloved disappeared into the depths of the water, and within seconds, he was at the top of the waterfall.
Lazaar’s clothes drifted down to him on a gentle breeze.
Oh yeah.
He felt so good and free that he’d forgotten he was naked.
Lazaar
Lazaar grew tired of watching Myst dance and enjoy the sun, so he closed his eyes and dozed.
But he was awakened by another splash of water in his face.
“Seriously! You will get more than just a curse this time!”
Lazaar sat up, turning his head left and right, wondering where his sneaky titan was.
He peeked over the side and almost fell in at the sight.
What in the gods!
A small being with a child-sized upper body and a long blue-purple flowing tail with scales shimmering like sapphire floated just beneath the surface.
His tiny face held no malice, but his smile was mischievous as he flipped and twirled around Lazaar’s tiny island.
Myst continued to soar in the sky without a care in the world, so Lazaar knew he wasn’t in danger.
“Hey!” he called out when it disappeared, tapping the surface of the water.
Lazaar hoped he hadn’t scared it away. He was positive it was a merman. He’d read many books and heard tales of the wonderous creatures that ruled the waters.
After a couple of minutes, the same child was back, but it appeared he’d brought a few of his friends.
Lazaar could barely keep up with their speed, their tails whipping back and forth, propelling them long distances before they zipped back toward him.
He didn’t even know which one kept slinging water at his face.
Lazaar tapped the top of the water again.
“If I could swim, I’d chase you all over this—”
His weak threat was cut off when the young mermen came together and swished their tails in unison, drenching him from head to feet.
“Oh, you little tricksters.”
Lazaar sputtered, wiping the fresh water from his eyes.
When his vision cleared, a broad-chested man and a woman with iridescent shells covering her breasts appeared above the surface with polite but apologetic expressions.
Lazaar’s mouth hung open as they dipped their heads in respect.
“Please forgive them, your grace.” The man’s voice was rich and deep. “I told them to leave you in peace. But we all know of your arrival in Scáthanna and have been eager to see you. And if I may be so bold, your contagious energy can be felt for hundreds of miles, even in the deepest depths of my ocean.”
The man rose a bit higher, his gold crown and trident reflecting a kaleidoscope of beautiful colors.