Mistress of Souls

Mistress of Souls By CM Hutton Trigger Warnings This is a dark romance, some of the material may be triggering for you. Please refer to the end of the book if you would like to view the complete list of trigger warnings before continuing. However, if you thrive in the dark like me, venture on unaware and enjoy the ride. Don’t be surprised if you hear Mariax whispering commands in your ear or her tail gripping your throat. PRONUNCIATIONS Inferuna: In-fer-oo-na Mariax: Mar-ee-ax Primeval: Prime-ville GLOSSARY Inferuna: A version of what humans call “Hell”. Vancate: To travel through space and time. Disappear and reappear somewhere else. SCOTTISH DIALECT GLOSSARY Aye: Yes Bairn: Child/kid Cannae- Cannot Cheetie: Cat or kitten Chugging: Jerking off Dinnae- Did not Neep head: Turnip head Oorlich: Damp, chilly and utterly unpleasant. Sae- So Stramash: Disturbance, racket Verra- Very Wee: Little Willnae- Will not Ye: You Yer: You are or your Contents Trigger Warnings PRONUNCIATIONS GLOSSARY Copyright Playlist Dedication Dedication II Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Note from the author Trigger Warnings Acknowledgements Social media Copyright Copyright © 2023 by CM Hutton All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover Character Art by: Ellie @mageonduty Cover Design by: Rebecca L. Garcia Playlist This is the massive playlist I listened to while writing and editing Mistress of Souls. I suggest you put it on shuffle to fully embrace the entire vibe and my eclectic music tastes. Dedication For everyone who suffers from childhood trauma and now likes hand necklaces—this one’s for you. Dedication II To Kamber McKnight, thank you for backing my highest tier in my first ever Kickstarter Campaign! You brought the biggest smile to my face when I saw that someone believed in me enough to pledge the highest tier possible. Prologue The Primeval I hiss through clenched teeth, suppressing a groan as moist heat slips down my cock. Once again, I’ve been forced to release my body’s constant ache since she left me. I fist the immortal male’s red hair, his scalp pulling with the ferocity of my grip. Shoving him down, my tip slips into his throat. Small jolts of pleasure radiate through my balls, but it’s not truly satisfying. To feel something right now other than physical release is beyond me. I just can’t muster an emotional response. I loosen my fingers, releasing his strands. With any luck, he understands now he is giving a pitiful blowjob. The male continues to bob along my length. In a daze, I watch his horns move, curling my hands into fists at my side. Every time I see horns, I think of her. The leather of the couch gives as I settle back to try to enjoy this subpar blowjob. At one time, I wished to feel nothing—to rid myself of the emotions building deep in the blackest part of my soul. But now… now I want them to return. She ruined me. When she left, more than half of me had left with her, leaving a gaping, festering wound in its place. At least I have my pain. Pain is always there, surrounding my very essence. The agony I’m in now, however, after tasting feelings again, is a million times worse. I always knew I didn’t want to give in to sharing my soul with another, to open myself up to emotions. I have lived for eons, and I still ignored the screaming inside my mind as my rational thoughts disintegrated. Emotions are dangerous, even for those who know of their capability for destruction. I allowed another a permanent spot in my life. My little one will never know why I committed those dark deeds she holds against me. I never got a chance to explain, a chance to tell her what went wrong. I never betrayed her, yet it is cemented in her mind that I did. She feels the certainty in her bones…in her blood. What I did was unforgivable, irredeemable in her eyes. That day was the last time I ever saw her. It replays in my mind constantly. I pick up my glass from the end table on my left and swirl the amber liquid around, sending the notes just under my nose before I take a large sip. I hold the glass with my fingertips and rest my head back on the couch, trying my best to enjoy the sensation of another pleasuring me, worshiping this glorious body, but I’m still lost. I am everything all-powerful. The beginning and the end. Yet I have been brought down by a simple four-letter word. How did I let this happen to myself? Bitterness churns in my gut, creating a burn that creeps up my throat. I feel ill even as the male between my legs continues to suck on my dick. “Deeper,” I command. He attempts to oblige, but I am far too large for his pathetic mouth without assistance. My dick is barely tapping the back of his throat. He wraps a hand around my base, his lips meeting the fist he has wrapped around me. My anger explodes at his lackluster efforts. My magic swirls deep within me.