Sarah Hawke Ultimate Omnibus

Master ToC Cover Elf SLave: The Complete Collection The Dragon Bride Highwind: The Catch-Up Collection The Amazon's Vengeance: The Complete Series WotWT 01: Queen of the Pale WotWT 02: Spire of Shadows WotWT 03: Kingdom of Stars TBoH 01: The Blade of Highwind TBoH 02: Demonbound Wrath of the Spider Queen: The Complete Series WotWL 01: The Dragon Sovereign SS: The Sirens Call WotWL 02: Promise in Flame Wings of Seraph: The Complete Series Shadow of the Seraph: The Complete Trilogy The Lost Fleet 01: Incursion The Lost Fleet 02: Insurrection The Lost Fleet 03: Invasion Book One: Slave to the Empire 1 Men craved power. It was a simple enough truth repeated throughout history irrespective of age, race, or station. The peasant farmer, the journeyman glassblower, the upstart noble—ultimately they all wanted to be in control. This was as true in the bedroom as anywhere else. “Sit down.” I dutifully sank back onto my haunches and allowed Master’s cock to gently slip out of my mouth until just the tip rested atop my tongue. I could tell from the quickening of his pulse and the tightening of his leg muscles that he appreciated the gesture of submission. He always did. Gripping my long hair in both hands, he watched approvingly as I kissed, licked, and otherwise worshipped him from my knees. Eventually he pressed against the back of my head, and I opened my throat for him again as he slid in deep. He held me firmly in place, his eyes locked with mine as he scoured my delicate features for any signs of hesitation or distress. He wouldn’t find anything. I waited patiently until he finally withdrew and allowed me the briefest respite before plunging in again. “Good,” he said between labored breaths. He could have easily finished several times by now, but this wasn’t about his sating his desire—at least, not directly. This was about my continued education, and I had learned long ago that he was nothing if not a devoted teacher. “Duke Arland will expect complete obedience. He will expect perfection. And you will give it to him.” He withdrew slowly, torturously, but again I refused to show any visible signs of discomfort. Once he was free he tapped me gently on the shoulder, and I obediently hopped up on the bed and swiveled onto my side. He clutched onto my calf and nestled in behind me before lifting my leg out of his way. I whimpered reflexively when he thrust into me, and I could feel the magic brimming on his fingertips. Now the real battle was about to begin. While his hands remained clamped on my calf and thighs, a set of invisible, illusory fingers tickled their way across my flesh, stimulating each and every nerve from my toes to my breasts. They would arouse and ensnare me until I was almost literally drunk on his touch…and as usual it took every ounce of my willpower not to surrender to his power. This was a test, after all, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him. Not now, not when he had placed so much faith in me. And so instead I did what no other Imperial slave could do: I countered with magic of my own. Reaching back to clasp his hand, I tapped into the Aether and channeled its energies from my body into his. I roused his nerves just as he had roused mine, and I smiled when a faint, uncharacteristic gasp escaped his lips. All the while my hips met his thrust for thrust, and a raw, animalistic heat swelled between us until beads of sweat trickled down my brow. Just when I braced myself for his inevitable climax, he abruptly withdrew and flipped me over onto my back. I yelped in surprise; it was a rare thing for Master to take me face-to-face, especially of late. But tonight he wasted no time in swinging my slender legs up onto his shoulders and plunging back inside me, and within moments he was pressing down hard enough that my knees brushed against my own chest. “Who am I?” he asked, his dark eyes boring into me. “You are Gabriel Kristoff,” I breathed, “Archduke of Glorinfel.” “What am I?” “You are my master.” “And how will you serve me?” “I will do anything you wish,” I panted. “And you can do anything you wish to me.” He slammed into me harder and deeper than ever before, and for a moment I thought his lips might actually drift close enough for me to kiss. But just before they touched I felt him channel another spell, and suddenly the illusory fingers still dancing across my breasts tickled their way up my sternum before eventually grasping around my throat. They squeezed, gently at first but then tighter and tighter as Master drew closer to climax. This was his way of demonstrating his ultimate dominance over me. He owned me, body and soul. Here in this bedroom it didn’t matter how much influence he had lost in the Imperial Court, nor did it matter how quickly his family’s lands were buckling from the strains of the Emperor’s misbegotten war with the vaeyn. Here he had power. Here he was in control. Here he could fuck his elf slave any time and any way he wished. My life was quite literally in his hands. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. My vision blurred as he moaned in pleasure, but I even as my consciousness threatened to slip away I reached my fingers down to his thighs and unleashed the final weapon in my arsenal. There was nothing subtle about this particular spell; it was like I’d fired a jolt of energy straight into his loins. When he had first showed me the technique, it had taken almost a week for him to learn to resist its power. But here and now, with my legs tucked over his shoulders and his cock buried to the