Hell's Mercy
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Wealthy, charismatic, influential, and damn near immortal, Lukan Løvensgård looks like natural Dom material, and, in fact, he has never, but never, submitted to anyone in his long life. But among all the bizarre and fantastic people roaming the far planet of Cydonia, there is one who has stolen his old, cold heart.
And her love comes at a price—complete surrender.
With her impressive presence and unusual equipment, Helenay is the hottest and trendiest professional Domme in Neu Venedig, and she hardly has the time to top for pleasure these days. But she knows what her old friend Lukan needs, something he never suspected.
Release from power.
#transgendererotica #futanari
Katherine Wyvern
Katherine is a gipsy soul who lived in Italy, Norway, Germany, France and Spain but mostly in some private universe of her own. She is now settled, for a while at least, in SW France, where she lives in a yurt in the woods, with her boots and a horse as only means of transport. She's worked as a printer, a welder, and a gardener, and she has been writing since she can remember, mostly poetry, fantasy and erotica, sometimes mixed together in weird ways. Nowadays, when not busy with walking, horse-whispering or dream-weaving, she is usually painting, embroidering, or working her backbone off in the garden.
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Hell's Mercy - Katherine Wyvern
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Copyright© 2020 Katherine Wyvern
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0117-2
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Karyn White
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
In loving memory of Doris O'Connor
HELL’S MERCY
The Cydonian Tales, 4
Katherine Wyvern
Copyright © 2020
Three-hundred years after the demise of Earth-that-Was, the Galaxy’s central government has banned all artificially modified and enhanced humans. Only the remote planet of Cydonia has finally dissociated itself from the ban. The wild revelries of the Black Carnival in the Cydonian capital, Neu Venedig, have now taken an even wilder turn…
On the fifth night of the Carnival, Lukan strolled out of his high walled courtyard, twirling his walking cane in the air and humming Johan Caspar Ferdinand Fischer’s Praeludium VIII
to himself. He had been playing it on the harpsichord again and again that afternoon, and its slippery, silvery perfection still clung to his inner ear like a haunting voice.
He crossed a little bridge into a narrow calle, then turned right into a slightly wider canal-side, lit by glowing fire-bulbs and the shimmering reflections from the dark water. The place was quiet, and the music hummed on in his head, undisturbed. Even at the height of the festivities, it was almost deserted in this part of Neu Venedig. He had carefully chosen his 16th century palazzo to be well out of the raving crowds.
He skipped from flagstone to flagstone along the edge of the canal, almost like a child, almost like a dancer, following the music that he alone could hear. The long tails of his embroidered coat flapped behind him as if charmed by the inaudible melody. His ghostly shadow flickered in and out of existence as he passed streetlight after streetlight.
It was Carnival, and he was going to Hell.
The Praeludium in his head gave way to an altogether more spirited Rigaudon, and he skipped faster, actually counting, two, three, four—he skipped a larger flagstone—five, six seven. Eight, nine, heaven.
Hopscotch. A forgotten game, like the music was forgotten, like the harpsichord was forgotten, ghosts of a dead world, long, long ago. But he was alive, and he remembered. He had been alive a long time, far longer than his looks suggested.
The night was cold, and he was as taut as a violin string, ready to snap with ache and longing, and something else, too, a sort of mute grief he didn’t want to acknowledge but that haunted him all the time, subtly gnawing at him.
But he was going to Hell, so all would be fine tonight. Soon, he would be all right, freed from that silent sorrow, and released into flaming brilliance.
All was perfect, until he turned a corner into the far more frequented Campo Santa Maria and a street vendor pushed a laden tray almost bodily into his stomach.
Lollipuss?
the man asked automatically, startled by Lukan’s sudden appearance.
Lukan blinked behind the mask, stared at the tray, and then he stared some more.
Mass tourism was really going to be the ruin of the Carnival.
No, thank you,
he said, sharply, and he strode on, towards San Zulian, frowning.
Time was when the Carnival was the best time of the year in Neu Venedig. The endless raunchy revelries had a certain class. Back then, the costumes were so sumptuous, it was almost a pity to shed them to get naked and down to business. Not that Lukan got naked very often, but he was certainly very partial to watching others do so. And the entertainments had some standards. But since the D-terminal had opened and the rabble had flooded the city all that was a memory. That was about thirty years ago, but Lukan had still not gotten used to it. It was one of the perks of old age, that one could be grumpy at novelties for three decades on end.
Hey, blondie … oh, blondie boy,
exclaimed a woman in a cheap corset and skirt, the rubbish they sold as Carnival-wear in the Central Planets. In Neu Venedig, a moderately fastidious housekeeper would not use them as dust-rags. The flimsy boning of the corset could hardly contain the