Gloom Rising (The Book Wielder Saga 1) by Sean Davies Read Free Book Online

from one of his Crimson Blightmoth wings, and confident from his successful day and a substantial amount of alcohol, he accepted. She led him by the hand to her room. Her touch was cool but her skin was soft, and he tried to remain focused and walk in a straight line. They took the elevator to her floor and she pressed herself against him, her cold lips touching his. He caressed his tongue against hers and tasted wine and blood.
    They entered her room. It was lightly furnished with a few ornaments here and there, everything fabric keeping a consistent theme of red and black colours, and the windows were heavily curtained by thick drapes to stop the sunlight.
    “Right then,” Veronica began, “down to business.”
    Winston hesitated, unsure whether to undress or get out his Alchemist Kit.
    “Alchemy first, sweetie,” she giggled, and then winked. “Fun afterwards.”
    Bloodmages were said to have certain psychic abilities; Winston wondered how much of his mind was apparent to her.
    She took him into her Alchemy room. The top half of the room was covered with small cabinets, shelves, and tiny drawers for holding equipment and ingredients. Beneath was a white and black marble worktop that ran across three of the four walls, which contained several larger cabinets and ended in an impressively big sink. The ceiling had bright white lights for maximum visibility around one large extractor fan.
    Veronica opened one of the worktop cabinet doors and pulled out a mortar and pestle, cutting board, magefire stone, stand, beakers, vials, and other alchemical equipment. She talked Winston through each step. Luckily the in-depth tutorial seemed to sober him up, and soon he was actively helping her slice, dice, and crush the required reagents that were both native to the real world and the Gloom. They added water to a boiling flask and Veronica tapped the magefire stone, a small pewter grey conical stone that burst in and out of intense magical blue fire on command. Soon it was boiling away, and Winston was shown the correct order in which to add the baser ingredients.
    He opened his kit and Veronica delicately lifted out one wing. “Sell the other and kit yourself out a quality lab. It will be well worth it,” she advised.
    She laid the wing on the cutting board and scored a few cuts across it as gently as she could with a scalpel so it still retained its form. She then brought the cutting board to the boiling flask, and by sliding the scalpel underneath, she added the Crimson Blightmoth wing to the bubbling concoction.
    “That should be enough to make three high quality vials,” Veronica said proudly. “We could’ve stretched it to five or six but they would’ve lacked the same potency. Quality over quantity is more my style. They’ll fetch a good price on the Underworld Market too.”
    “They’re all yours,” Winston began. “I mean, as a Vampire you’d get the best use out of them…”
    Veronica cut off his flustered gesture by putting her arms around his waist and pressing her impressive chest against him. “I’m flattered, sweetie, but that’s a lot of money’s worth of potion you’re offering me. You don’t need to impress me. I read you when I first saw you and I know you’re a good man…” She slid one hand down to his groin and grabbed him hard. “But still bad enough to be interesting.”
    “Then take them as a thank you for the Alchemy lesson,” he said, his cock growing rock hard in Veronica’s strong grip.
    “Well if you insist, sweetie,” she said, getting onto her knees. She flopped her large firm breasts out over the top of her corset. “But you’re getting an extra treat for them.”
    Veronica tugged forcefully on her big light-pink nipples and it made Winston’s cock throb at the sight. She quickly removed his trousers and boxer shorts and slowly, deliberately to build the anticipation, moved her mouth towards the end of his manhood. Winston had never felt anything so intense before. He