Work in Progress (June 2017) ♦ Pyromage (AKA-The Crappy Month)

Word Count: 71K

I was having so much fun at the writer's retreat that I forgot to write. Okay, I admit, I never get any writing done at the retreat. I get a lot of reading done though! 

But looking at my word count you may or may not notice that it's gone DOWN from last month. Let's see... 75K yesterday and today 71K...how does that happen?

Editing. 

Yay! You might think I'm at the end of writing but that's not so much the case. I'm in what I like to call "the soggy middle". I'm reworking the story so that there is something in the middle to hold up the ending. 

My style has been one where I outline everything up to the middle of the story and then I stop at that point because I'm not sure how the details are going to change the character. When I write for me, I write in a character driven madness of sorts. When I ghost write, I have a complete plot all wrapped up for my clients. La-de-da-de-da. Ho-hum. Boring plot, which everyone loves, but it's snoreville for me.

I'm into challenges such as how can I make the readers love this shitty guy? Or what crap can I shove onto this character, paint the story in a corner and then get my heroine out of it so it's looks like I planned it that way? Those are the challenges I love. 

Which is why I'm going backwards in my word count. *HIGH FIVE* to the half-outline panters! You are not alone! 

I'm discovering things about my characters. I see a second book in the horizon. This was only supposed to be a one shot, but Homura said Fúrr that.

To which I can segway into a teaser! Now to find one I haven't given before as to not repeat my excerpts.

No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted without written prior permission from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, incidents and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Please note: You will find grammar errors as this is a first draft. This excerpt may or may not be in the final published book.

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First Pyromage Update

Excerpt ♦ Pyromage

Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I focused on Kuval’s arm slung over my chest. His leg draped over my thigh. My personal blanket. I didn’t need one, but here he was, wrapped around me.

“I always wanted my own comma curled to my side, thanks,” I whispered. Only Kuval would deem it safe to drape himself over a Pyromage. “I ought to flame up and burn you.”

Oh fúrr. Last night. Heat rose up my neck recalling the absolute pleasure I’d had in a lifetime. And no one died. At least to my knowledge no one died. Even now my body lay content. After the mind blowing, body shattering orgasm, I could stay here on this stone prison with my jailer and still retain this cloud floating euphoria.

Kuval freed me. Freed the monster inside. Sated it. Showed me how to deal with the clawing beast. The ever present animal in the background of my life. Its hunger taunted me, screeched at me like the noise of an amateur learning to play the violin. But the gnawing was now silent. Bliss.

His breath shifted from the deep, slow cadence of unconsciousness to the faster rhythm of wakefulness.

“Mmm…” He moaned with his eyes closed. “Good morning.” He smoothed a hand over my stomach as though he needed to iron wrinkles out of a dress. Then his hand slid down and cupped my balls.  

Kuval ruined my quiet moment. He'd, metaphorically, shoved the instrument back into the hands of the so-called musician. The beast rose, screaming for an encore of last night. The instant hard-on came so fast the skin off my teeth peeled.

“Wow.” Kuval sat up and leaned against his arm. “Your five-year dry spell didn’t dampen your libido.”

“Shut up.” I turned my head and tried getting my lechery under control. After years of abstinence, then having a taste of sin… it figured. Gaining control over my erection was not going so well.

His languid fingers skimming my cock sent may desire skyrocketing. “Can you not stroke me?”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t be that cruel to you.” He leaned over and suckled on my nipple.

“Fúrr!” I bucked and grit my teeth.

“So, was last night a usual performance or because you were backed up?”

I closed my eyes and relaxed. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t pout. We can find out together.” Kuval rose up and straddle me. His usual arrogance replaced by some­thing tender. “You can stop pretending now.”

“Pretending about what?”

“Drop the indignant macho act. No matter what you do or say I know the truth.”

“About?”

He snorted. “You enjoyed every moment of last night. You screamed my name so many times—”  

“I did not!” My stomach dropped fearing the truth. I had liked it. I wanted more. But my pride wouldn’t let me admit to any of it. What would father have said? How many tears would mother have shed knowing I found pleasure in a man’s touch? So I fought the proof because I saw no other way. “You lie.”

He laughed. “Do I?” Then he slid two fingers between my ass cheeks and rubbed my puckered hole. “Then why are you pumping out lubricant like a horny teenage girl?”

“What!” I strained against the chains. I would choke him the moment my hands were free.

“Yeah, see...” He plunged two fingers inside me.

To my embarrass­ment, my cock bobbed in appreciation and I let out a cry. His two digits slipped inside me easy as the right key into a lock. He didn’t stop at just one stroke. He pumped and this time found the spot that could get me to cum instantly.

I writhed becoming unable to move as the pulsations drilled spikes of pleasure into my brain. The spikes that robbed me of my dignity. In the bright morning sun Kuval’s face roamed my vision.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let go.” His husky voice, the perfect aphrodisiac to my long, hard five year wait for a lover that could handle me. In reality, I never thought I’d find a lover. But now having this, letting Kuval have me… I was ruined for life. Abstinence no longer an option.

“Let me take care of you.” He grabbed my hip. “Are you ready?”

​“Go to hell.” I croaked. I’d come like a bitch. No stimuli to my cock necessary. When Kuval uncorked the glass tube and placed it over my cock head, I arched my back, clawed at the stone and screamed till my throat went dry. Saliva leaked from my lips. I could barely focus.

“Feels like you’ll get sucked all the way in the tube, doesn’t it?” Kuval grabbed another vial.

I shook my head and gasp. “Almost done.” I’d fill the vial but no more than that.

As soon as I’d said that my body convulsed. My orgasm finished but the vial kept sucking.

Kuval watched me for a moment, fascinated.

“Please?” I begged for relief from the vial still trying to pull my cock inside.

He shivered, removed the vial, capped it and set the long slender tube back in the holding case. Four vials held a red liquid that swirled with angry vindication. Two vials remained empty. My body ached from being told to perform after lack of use. My cock now flaccid.

“Good boy.” Kuval gave me a chaste kiss. “Now stay here. I’ll be right back.”

I tensed. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take you to the little boy’s room.”

I puffed out a breath, relieved to see him headed out the opposite door from the switch of death. Away from the infernal contraption of bamboo and water. My nemesis.

“Great, now I have to pee. Thanks for mentioning it.” But I didn’t have to wait too long for Kuval to come back. When he stepped into the small torture chamber, water dripped from his hair and he smelled like soap.

“Your turn.” He put on a pair of trousers, goggles, some heavy leather gloves, grabbed his neck ring lance and stood over me.

“Can’t wait.” I glared at him.

​If you are looking for all the pyromage updates, click the "pyromage" category and start from the last post date to the current post date. The first post update was on 8/4/2016.

Until next time! Happy Reading!
♥ ~ Stephy