Daemonique I: The Darkest Desire

By Leona D. Reish

Darkness stirs under the dead prison island known only as 'Sarandin Isle'. While Good prevailed, and locked the demonic host in the depths, its seals are failing. Evil is making its way back onto the surface to walk the land once more.

Sylenna Lightstride is an elven Warden stationed on the island and sworn to seeing that the demonic hoard are never freed. When she is confronted with a party of the fiends, she can not pass until justice is met, but her foes are not so easy or simple as she may like to think.

Ambushed in the aftermath, Sylenna finds herself faltering under a dark temptress' whispers. Locked in demonic temptation, the elven woman will struggle with a far more dangerous foe in the form of her own sexual desire turned against her. Unspoken wishes play out behind her eyes, and she happily loses herself between the rough and consuming embrace of two men. If Sylenna can not free herself from this darkest desire trapping her within her own mind, however, she may lose her freedom and soul to a succubus' play of temptation and desire, as it strips and toys with her helpless body.

'The Darkest Desire', the first installment of Daemonique, a new series of sensual and dark erotica, corruption and traditional fantasy action.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona D. Reish
• Release date: Mar 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301929511

Leona D. Reish

I am (not) a vampire. I say that both to spark humour and because you have to imagine vampires would get bored of the same eclectic castles and slowly developing society after a few hundred years and travel the world a bit. While not over hundreds of years, I have had the opportunity to travel and lived in such places in the United States as New Mexico, Arkansas, New Jersey, Philadelphia visited friends in New York and Washington DC.Born in and returned to England, I've had a similar stint of living the length and breadth of this island nation and chance to visit the art galleries in Paris and dark reaches of the most northern Norway.I am a writer, and creating such diversity and colour as exists in the world has been one of the few consistencies in my much-traveled life. Perhaps it was growing up with such things as Mario Paint, a typewriter and Father that had worked in military communications that drew me to creativity and writing.My typewriter is now a mechanical keyboard on a PC capable of more than you could imagine back then. Now one of the other consistencies that's remained true to my life since then is my desire to do something that moves people. If I can enter your life with my writing, and make you feel good, smile and enjoy what I've done, that's exactly what I live for. It's something reflected in a history of graphical design work where I aimed to design involving and moving imagery, voluntary employment with Oxford Famine Relief (more commonly known as Oxfam) to a management level and nationally certified customer service.I sincerely hope you enjoy any, if not all of my work here the way I've enjoyed putting heart and soul into every piece.

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Daemonique

Volume I: The Darkest Desire

Leona D. Reish

Copyright 2013 Leona D. Reish

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This book contains graphic sexual content, including the following:

Light bondage.

A succubus toying with an elven woman

Threesome between two men and a woman.

Simultaneous vaginal and anal sex.

I

The Darkest Desire

Thunder growled through darkened skies with a scathing rumble like a cart drawn by blackguard hounds over uneven cobble. Angry flashes of muted light boomed in a darkened sky. The gloom of the place seemed to be fighting to consume the world around it, the skies waging an eternal war to stop it. Lightning cracked and lashed the horizon, illuminating the ruins of stone structures long since razed with a blinding white. Sometimes it seemed the heavens wished to eradicate the memory of the twisted island’s past through nature’s force entirely, but such a miracle would not be possible. The rumbling faded into the distance as though perturbed with its inability to destroy the cursed earth.

Sarandin Isle was an exotic prison complex stranded at sea with the best of intents. Leagues of watery depths and all the horrors that lay beneath the tide made for the best of borders. Jagged cliffs that could not be scaled or besieged made the best wall. An impenetrable wonder and the pride of its mothering nation, the island had served to incarcerate many of the lands most infamous criminals without hope of redemption or release so far from the light as to build under the ground.

The hearts of men fall to siege more easily than the land, however, and one man’s pride is another man’s plot to power. None that knows of Sarandin Isle’s history enjoyed speaking of it, and none seeks to make it the tales of taverns. Even the Island’s name was stricken from record for generations at the behest of its Liege. The nobleman who had given rise to its glory had named it after the ancestry of his house and homeland. Erasing that bond to the good people was his final act before disappearing from the wall and into the depths, coronating its downfall with noble blood.

What had been a prison complex soon after turned into a charnel field of destruction, betrayal layered upon betrayal until none truly knew where they stood. Those storm clouds were a result of it, brooding on centuries later as a grim reminder of the sundering power of unholy seeds left to bloom unabated. No one rightly knew how it had begun, exactly who had orchestrated it, nor why the darkness had been unleashed into the island, but it had come with unstoppable force.

The place had turned from a militaristic island-nation of keeping prisoners away from mainland nobility – and supposedly safer – into a nightmare of an internal war for control. Prisoners were brought to the island regardless, but now they were drafted as suicidal fodder for frontline assaults against the demonic uprising that shattered and desiccated the depths of sanctity and life. A generation of death had been dealt on that soil to see it set right.

Only a weak compromise was ever made, in the end. Destruction