Allura chuckled. "Oh, I've been expecting you, my pet." She leaned down, offering Sebastien an enticing view of her cavernous cleavage. He stared, entranced. He had heard of the Enchantress, but nothing could have prepared him for the power of her stunning beauty.
She placed one slender finger under his chin and drew him to his feet. He had come here with a purpose, with a consuming hatred, but under her seductive gaze he felt all that slipping, fading...
Abruptly, she turned away, and he nearly gasped as he felt his mind returning. "I've heard the stories," Allura continued, "of the King and his misdeeds. What he did to you was just one in a long line of despicable acts."
Sebastien's jaw clenched. "He took my wife," he said. "Turned my children into slaves. All on a whim. He must be stopped."
"And you think I can stop him?"
"I know what he did to you. He's drunk on power, and I alone am not powerful enough to stop him. But you... you're powerful. And you hate him like I do."
Allura faced him again, favouring him with a smile. Her tongue slipped out to run briefly over her luscious lips. This time Sebastien could not stifle his gasp, and she glanced slyly at the bulge in his leather trousers. "I see you've tasted my power, pet. You know it is all but useless in a situation like this. Me, against a kingdom? What shall I do, conquer it one man at a time?"
"That's why I'm here. Fighting is what I'm good at. I can help you."
Allura threw back her head and laughed. "And so you shall, my pet. So you shall. Together we shall raise an army, and together we shall reclaim this land from that miserable man who calls himself King."
She glanced down again, and ran her hand down his chest, long red nails scratching against his skin. "But first..." |