Holy Perfect

By: M. D. Roe

The Mercenary’s Inn smelled rank like mold and bad eggs. The bands of mercenaries, pirates, and bounty hunters were all laughing and slurping ale and whisky through their heavily bearded faces. All but one. She had slitted ivory eyes and short, straight, silky, violet hair. She had a wasp-waisted build covered slightly by her black and white outfit that included an odd hood that obscured her face.

“Can I sit with you?” a man asked.

His chocolate-colored eyes pierced her soul. His streaming hair was deep indigo. His full lower lip begged to be nibbled on. And his clothes were fashionable, with a strong preference for gray.

“Certainly,” she replied. “My name is Anaev.”

“Mine is Saus,” he replied; his voice was calm and warm, like wine.

“So why are you in Ugotu? This isn’t a place for women such as you,” Saus continued, placing his arm around the top corner of his chair and gazing at Anaev with those stunning and intoxicating eyes.

“I was just passing through,” Anaev answered, her voice quivering slightly.

Their conversations continued well into the night and it wasn’t till the inn’s barkeep kicked them both out they left their chairs.

Out in the dark sky, only slightly interrupted by torches in brackets, Anaev and Saus stood by the front door of the inn and Saus looked deep into Anaev’s eyes and she began to blush, and turned away.

“Can I ask you something Anaev?” Saus asked in his mellifluous voice.

“Anything,” Anaev replied.

“Come with me,” Saus replied, holding out a smooth and wrinkle-free hand.

Anaev blushed and took it. They walked out to the depths of the forest and then Saus turned to Anaev. He pressed his lips on hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t fight; she had been aching for this ever since she had met him in that tavern.

She pushed forward and grasped his cloak and pulled it off his shoulders, revealing a thin black shirt and thick black archer’s pants beneath it. They fell to the cold autumn earth and writhed and thrusting together on the ground.

“Please! Please!” Anaev cried out, loving every second of this inescapable pleasure.

This ecstasy continued and continued. Until they finally fell asleep and when a starch naked Anaev awoke the next morning, Saus was gone. She picked up her cloak and covered her goosebump covered body.

She went about business for the next month and it wasn’t till she arrived in the city of Kekrsa.

She entered a tavern marked, ‘The Wealthy Horses Inn,’ and saw him. Saus was sitting at the bar, his normal grey attire and a small shot glass of whisky in his hand. But strange enough, he was looking at Anaev, his eyes no longer their warm chocolate color, but deep black, like two bottomless pits.

“Hello Anaev, care for a drink?” He asked, offering her the shot glass.

His voice had lost its warm friendly texture, replaced by a deep hoarse rasp.

“Why the hell are you here?” Anaev asked furiously, still steaming from that day when he had left her naked and de-flowered in the forrest.

“I’m here for you Anaev,” Saus replied, downing the whisky in his hand in one gulp and slamming the glass down on the counter.

“Well forget it, you aren’t getting between my legs again,” Anaev replied, turning around and walking out of the tavern.

“I’m not interested in sex at the moment Anaev,” Saus’ voice came, but it echoed from in front of her as he stepped out from behind a tree.

“What the hell are you?” Anaev asked, slightly unnerved.

“Hell…” Saus muttered. “I have claimed your maidenhood, and your womb is polluted with my seed, you must have felt by now that you are with child.”

“Yes I have,” Anaev replied. “And I thought you’d want to be a father.”

“And I do Anaev, but this child is special,” Saus continued, striding slowly toward Anaev.

“So why is it special?” Anaev asked.

Saus put his hand on Anaev’s womb and Anaev breathed out a shuddering waft of air, but she didn’t want to remove his hand.

“Because it is mine, the child of human and demon,” Saus replied, moving around Anaev and placing a smooth and gentle hand on Anaev’s left breast and keeping his other firmly on her womb.

“Demon?” Anaev asked.

“Yes Anaev, I am a demon, but you now will become like me as I give you the damned kiss.”

He pressed his lips on hers and breathed in a multitude of evil and demonic powers.

Anaev fell to the ground and writhed about as changes began to take place. When she rose she saw the amazing changes. She now had wide eyes the color of yellowed ivory. Her hair became short, wavy, and silky and became the color of the midnight sky. She now had a graceful, busty, and slender build. She stood up, starch naked.

Saus placed his hands on her shoulders and clothing sprouted from his palms. The finished product was a revealing silk dress with a lot of long wide slits and majestic folds.

“I am yours,” Anaev said, placing her lips on his and moving her now forked tongue around his mouth.

“Our child will be the dawn of a new era, one indivisible from good and evil…a Holy Perfect,” Saus replied.

They sank down to the ground and had sex until the sun rose.