Wight Snow III: Duplicity: Wight Snow, #3

By Leona D. Reish

Freed from a future of slavery, the veil of deception has been pulled from Erys Wynthae's eyes. Brought to terms with the extent of her betrayal, Erys must make a choice and come to terms with the consequences of both her own actions and what has been done to her. As the night draws on, the once noble Lady may yet lose her mind to it.

Through her invitation, ownership of Lord Larson Moore's estate has changed hands unto a power beyond mortal reckoning that now bears her leash. With its residents rounded up and caged as specimens for the lich Eliza and her ghoulish companions' needs, the unliving host is free to establish its foothold within the sleeping coastal city.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona D. Reish
• Release date: Jan 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386395645

Leona D. Reish

From demons to monsters and demi-human monster girls, Leona D. Reish draws from the paranormal, myth and fantasy to create otherworldly stories of sweet corruption, divine machination and the most unlikely romances. It is here, beyond the odd vampire and werewolf, that you’ll touch tales of tails from deeper into the realms of fantasy. From lamiae and arachnes to other powerful undead and divine rulers, behind every face lies familiar desires and vulnerable hearts. Not every story is set in such high fantasy, however, as more grounded contemporary and even historic tales have been written in which more domestic taboos and powers are often revelled in. Throughout them all Leona brings an understanding of the delicacy and romance underlying darker kinks and fetishes to present the most erotic escapes to realms that can – and often should – only exist by the blessing of books and the support of avid readers. To this day Leona fights all the world’s evils within her mind to strive to bring you more great content. If you’ve enjoyed what she does and want to see more, consider following her profile and showing your support on social media where comments are always appreciated and help reinforce that the audience is really there.

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This book contains graphic sexual content, including;

Sexual slavery

Corruption

Asphyxiation

Femdom

III

Duplicity

Under a gibbous moon that shimmers and shines off the coastal waters, Mairport sleeps in peaceful tranquillity. Its streets are quiet but for those coming and going to pubs and inns. A night like any other for the simple, coastal trade city. Above it all, looking down on the city from its hilltop perch, even the Mahtanel Manor is quiet, its lights out and curtains drawn. Beyond its broken gate and shattered doors, not a soul was to be found. Beneath the grandiose halls and extravagant rooms in the manor’s equally as grand basement floor, away from prying eyes and ears, the night was but beginning.

Who the hell are you people?! I don’t own anything, I’m just a guest! Let me go! Wrists bound behind his back and jostled by one of Lystra’s associates, Erys knew the voice that now made her skin crawl, pulling the woodland cloak tighter around her naked body as footsteps scraped down the staircase.

Ah, shut up and move it already! Gyles. Seeing him shoved the last few steps down – making him stagger and fall flat on his face, his hands bound uselessly behind his back – made Erys feel a little better about the situation, but she would still have preferred to be better dressed for such an occasion, having suffered more than enough bare humiliation before him. The collar about her neck and its chain felt tighter, but there was nothing she could about it all – Lystra had denied her, claiming there was no time, and pulled more firmly on the chain that now bound her to the mythical, unliving Wight.

Get up! Ah, jeez... Gyles’ escort – Merith, if she recalled the name correctly, the one with dirty red coloured hair whom had carried her, too – was anything but kind with the insidious man, grabbing him by the scruff of his fine coat to easily drag him the rest of the way before dropping him to his knees in Lystra’s presence. She had stood waiting with folded arms in the middle of the dark, underground chamber, one much larger than the dungeon Erys had occupied.

So we meet again. It is good to see you so spirited... Unfolding her arms and reaching down to gently slide her pure white fingers under Gyles’ chin, Lystra beckoned the man up to meet her eyes. At first he seemed confused by the ethereal beauty’s familiarity with him, yet even as Erys watched the pair, wary of yet another betrayal, his face quickly turned to one of horror.

No... no! Get away from me, monster! All of them.... You, you... Falling back and moving by scuffing his feet in a mad panic across the hard stone floor, the bound man tried to distance himself from the ethereal noble. Lystra made no attempt to follow, merely standing proud with her arms folded once more, even smiling at the horrified display.

Killed them? No, well... just the leader. The others are more useful alive, for now. I wonder if the same can be said of you? Erys felt her stomach freeze, though she couldn’t back away. There was no hand on the leash of her collar, but she felt it all the same, pinning her in place. Lystra had killed someone, and spoke of it so passively? Those dark red eyes turned to Erys, the soft-lipped smile doing nothing to soothe her now.

What say you, fair Lady of mine, does this one’s life still hold value? It took a long moment for Erys to realise she was being addressed, even asked for her opinion on the matter from the otherworldly monstrous beauty before her. The collar tightened around her neck, feeling more like a noose.

His life, value? With the adrenaline and fear from what she had suffered gone, Erys no longer had the taste for blood in her mouth, and could only choke under the thought of being quite so disparate over human life. She was no judge, surely had no right to dictate such a thing. Her vision swam, filled with those piercing eyes the colour of life and death. An answer was expected of her, yet breathing alone was difficult, the collar constricting her with a dead chill.

I don’t... I... She wanted to flee into the night once more, to find an escape from this madness, yet her body would only move forward towards the undead noble. Lystra’s stunning eyes were shining with amusement, the ethereal lips curled wickedly. Erys’ body staggered