Descent

By Yancy Ball

Fresh from her triumph in the Ijon River swamp, life is good for Keya Oko. Her House is thriving, she has a lover, and other Namu scholars are eager to learn the secrets of her latest findings. But her deepest secret is the demon Blossom.

An indecent proposal from the rival House San sets a chain of events in motion, and soon Keya feels more and more caged. Keya discovers allies, new and old, that can help her. But as the walls of her golden prison begin to close in, she realizes that her only chance at freedom is through her connection to the demon she craves and its dark power. Summoning Blossom always comes with a price. This time, that price is the betrayal of her family and those she loves, and the end of her life as she knows it.

Will she pay the price?

While the Gods Slumber is an erotic fantasy adventure series about love and legacy in a world rich with beauty, danger and ancient lore. If you like stories set in well-imagined worlds populated by multi-dimensional characters - human and otherwise, this might be the story for you. But it is not for the faint of heart! It contains mythical creatures that lust for human flesh, and graphic sexual situations.

This book includes a sample of Book 5 of the series, Night of the Forgotten.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yancy Ball
• Release date: Mar 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005047474

Yancy Ball

As an amateur writer with a vastly overactive imagination, Yancy Ball has been writing sexy heroines into African-inspired fantasy realms for many years. During the day, Yancy enjoys cycling, martial arts, and conspiring to build a brighter future. Read Yancy’s Smashwords interview at https://www.smashwords.com/interview/yibala.

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Descent

by Yancy Ball

Published by Yancy Ball

Copyright 2021

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Courtship

Duty

Temptation

Descent

Fall

Sample from Night of the Forgotten

About the Author

Other books by Yancy Ball

Connect with Yancy Ball

Prologue

We must challenge the theory that warding stones fully protect us from demons. Namu is not safe from infernals. Even now, they might roam freely within the ancestral wards of the city. – Keya Oko, Magisterium lecture, 3125 by the Ummran calendar, 21st day of the Red Dust Moon.

Courtship

Coral Sands District, City of Namu. Month of Praise, 3125

There is something primal about making love near the ocean. The tide is a ritual as ancient and magical as the creative desires of life itself – our drive to couple, to find release, to bear young. The beat of the waves, the rush of the pulse, and the wistful cries of seabirds are the rhythm for the most primitive of dances.

At dawn, the sun peeked over the horizon, always leaping into the sky more quickly than I expected. I enjoy the sun most during that hour, when it is still low enough not to burn my ivory skin.

The Oko villa outside the center of Namu city had been my home for the four weeks since I’d returned from the Ijon River swamp. It was just large enough to be comfortable for seven of my guards and a few servants.

Jinai and I occupied the rooftop apartment. As the rains had not yet begun in earnest, we would sleep on a bed of furs on the broad terrace, where we could look out over Silmani Point and greet the sun. Each morning, our tongues and entangled limbs danced to the song of the sea.

On this particular morning, Jinai laid reversed atop me, in a position she said commoners called the slippery knot. Her lips and fingers caressed my pink folds, while I did the same for her, my tongue thrusting into her steamy cunt. I stretched the cheeks of her ass apart, reveling in the stark contrast of our bodies. Jinai’s sleek darkness, and the muscles that rippled just beneath her skin were so unlike my own pale curves.

I gripped her tightly as I came for the first time that morning, licking her even as I writhed uncontrollably underneath her. Just as I regained my wits, and I was all the more determined to make her come, my eyes were drawn by movement to the open doors of the bedchamber.

One of the servants huddled in the shadows of the interior, watching me rut my handmaiden.

The peeper was a dainty thing with short, spiky hair and wide set eyes. Unlike the guards I had brought to the villa – whose loyalty was beyond question – I assumed this one would spy for my mother if given the chance.

Jinai, I said softly.

My handmaiden betrayed nothing, head still bent to nuzzle my sticky thighs. She has been watching us for some time, she whispered. With her hand thrust between her legs.

Lila, I called. Jinai lifted her leg, permitting me to rise. Come here.

The servant straightened, the hem of her kanga wrap skirt falling to its natural ankle length with the abrupt movement. Forgive me, Lady Oko. We have no honeybush leaves for tea, because of the drought in the north. Shall I make hibiscus tea instead?

I pushed a clump of golden hair from above my eyes. Then, irritated, I tied back the whole bush of it with loops of cloth. The girl fidgeted, still standing in the doorway. Jinai crouched beside me, as still as a cobra.

Come here, I repeated.

Lila hurried on to the terrace, sandals slapping against the smooth planks. Yes, my Lady?

She met my gaze for a moment, before she considered her feet. As she trembled slightly, I drank in the sight of the nubs that poked stiffly through her thin tunic. I guessed she was a year or two younger than me. Perhaps nineteen years old.

I still simmered from our morning love-play. That hunger inside me – something most profane, no doubt infused by the demon Blossom – surged as I watched the girl quiver. My lust was intensified by my own nakedness in front of Lila, so much so that my cunt throbbed.

Have you ever seen two women together? I asked.

I d-didn’t see anything. My Lady.

That was not my question. Before now, have you ever seen two women make love?

Lila nodded, still looking down. In the pleasure houses of Tanga.

"You go to brothels?" Jinai asked.

Even though Lila’s skin was brown as a coconut shell, her blush was obvious. "I was sent to fetch one of the warriors, the askari," she said.

Jinai snorted.

Did you find that sight pleasing? I asked.

Not at all, my lady, Lila said, still studying her toes. It was a wicked thing to see.

Just so. Quite wicked. Come closer. Give me your hand.

The servant edged forward, holding her hand out to me. She was not tall. Her fingers dangled just before my face.

The other hand, growled Jinai.

The girl complied. I drew her shaking hand to my nose and sniffed it. It smelled faintly of herbs. Underneath dwelt the more pungent scent of female arousal.

And now? I asked softly. Do you find this sight pleasing?

Lila did not speak. She stared in shock as I took her fragrant fingers into my mouth and began to suck them.

Lila’s hands were small, but rough with calluses from mortar and pestle, washboard and knife handle. I kissed along the length of her fingers, my tongue darting along the thin folds of skin between them.

A sigh slipped from her open lips.

I wondered what she was thinking. Was she terrified because I was the daughter of a Great House, and her mistress? Was she repelled because I was an albino?

Or was it an altogether different emotion that made her shake like a leaf?

Lila swayed on her feet. Jinai drew her to her knees on the furs, pulling the younger girl down into a deep kiss, anointing her with my own nectar that no doubt lingered on her lips and tongue. Then Jinai pressed the girl’s head down even further, to the nest of short curls between her legs. I released Lila’s hand, freeing her to tend her new duties. The