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  Nakedella: Book Five

  Copyright ã 2007 Viola Grace

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  Also By Viola Grace:

  Nakedella: Book One

  Nakedella: Book Two

  Nakedella: Book Three

  Nakedella: Book Four

  Guardian Enjel

  Nakedella: Book Five

  Prologue

  When we last saw our heroine, Nakedella was chained to a bed in the Harem of the Midnight Demons.

  She was on a mission for the Stone Sultan when she was captured by a demon that she was having dinner with.

  Can she get free of captivity and rescue the daughter of the Sun in time to save the earth from his neglect? Will she survive her enslavement? Will anyone come to her rescue? Will the author start writing the story before you die of boredom?

  Let’s find out…

  Chapter One

  Invisible hands bathed her from head to toe. Nakedella shivered as the warm water cooled her flesh. It had only been moments since the vortex had opened and disgorged her back onto her bed next to Hani.

  The djinni was as disheveled as she was and lay still for the ministration of the unseen attendants, so Nakedella did the same.

  The burning between her thighs was distracting but not the worst lust that she had faced in her career, and so she began to formulate a plan of escape. It hinged on her becoming frigid. She didn’t know if she would be able to manage it. Sex was far too enjoyable in most circumstances. This would be her greatest challenge yet.

  * * * * * *

  “Ah, the famous Nakedella. I have looked forward to my turn with you. You are proving to be quite the challenge, you know.” Her current lover was a swirling green marble in color, carved of stone from head to toe.

  He spoke from his vantage point on the edge of the bed as he eyed her blonde beauty with avid enjoyment. Standing, he would have been the same height as herself, but three times the width.

  The green marble of his cock was a darker hue than the rest of him and standing at rapt attention as he approached her. The bed dipped low as he crawled across the dark sheets that framed her in silk.

  “A challenge? I don’t mean to be.” She kept her body still as he hovered over her with eyes burning with an internal flame.

  “Most women who have known the touch of as many demons as yourself and hadn’t come would be mad with lust right now. The fact that you are able to converse with us every night has made you quite a talking point.”

  “You get together and discuss me?” Her eyes widened as his lips closed over the peak of one breast and began to tease her with a tongue that felt like liquid fire. She fought a gasp and held herself still, ruthlessly tamping down her responses.

  He took his mouth from the nipple he was tormenting and looked into her eyes. “We compare notes on the women of the harem via scrying pools and mists.” His tongue flicked out and she shivered as she saw the fork on it. The two ends of the appendage moved in different directions and she closed her eyes as she imagined the feel of that tongue within her.

  His dark chuckle opened her eyes to the sight of him dipping his head to taste delicately of the flesh of her belly. The tongue traced designs on her abdomen that would have had her sighing with delight if she hadn’t wanted to keep her silence. It twisted into her navel and skated across her ribs, his head moving to randomly suck at her skin, lick her ribs and the undersides of her breasts and scrape across her lower belly. She didn’t know where he was going to strike next and it was hard for her to keep gasps of pleasure in her throat as the flames in her body flared with each touch. But her silence was her only way of keeping the interest of the demons.

  He parted her thighs and that devilish tongue began to stroke at her clit, and she had to focus intently on her plans. Her lips were bitten bloody, and she had stifled the sounds of her climax twice when he finally mounted her and slid his hard cock into her waiting depths.

  The feel of yet another demon within her had her fighting her own responses like never before. He shifted his position to rub against the upper wall of her channel, and she almost mewled in reaction. Fire flared in every nerve, her blood pounded in her veins as he pounded within her. All too soon she felt the tug on the chain around her neck and she heard his howl of frustration as she had heard it so many nights in a row.

  Her body screamed at her for the release that it was denied as she was once again transported to the harem. In the silence of the morning and the exhausted women, she began to sob softly.

  This was the hardest thing she had ever done. She loved sex. Loved the feel of men, women and bodies twisting together in pleasure. To deny either them or herself went against her nature so deeply that she was now beginning to question her quest.

  At first, it had seemed so simple. To get into the harem so that she could find Azaziel and the daughter of the Sun. She hadn’t counted on the aphrodisiac effect of the demons, nor the sheer number of lovers that she would have to disappoint.

  It was that disappointment that caused the remorse that swamped her every morning. She never liked to send a lover away without enjoyment. It took so much of her pleasure with it when they looked on her with desperation.

  It wasn’t going at all like she had planned.

  * * * * * *

  Nakedella lay still and let the invisible hands of the servants attend her. They washed the traces of nocturnal activities from her, cleaned and brushed her hair and placed a tray of food next to her.

  Her body hummed with arousal, but she simply ate, then waited for her next-bed-neighbor to wake up. Hani had been with a demon that requested her regularly. Her breasts and belly bore the marks of teeth, and she had a lazy glow about her.

  “Hey, Hani, how was your shift?”

  “Pretty good, Nakedella. Are you still adhering to your code of silence?” She lazily reached over to her own tray and started to eat.

  “Yeah, and seeing the look on their faces is almost more than I can bear.”

  “You could just give in, you know.”

  “Yes, I know. But then I would be giving in to my captivity. I don’t intend to do that.”

  “How do you keep from going mad with lust? Most girls would be clawing the walls by now.”

  “Ah, I have had worse than this. A dragon’s tongue can create a flame in your cunt that would last for weeks. I had one as a client a few years ago, and it created a certain tolerance for lust in my body that I wouldn’t have had otherwise.” She shrugged and ate her own snack.

  Hani was interested. “You seem to have lived quite a life before you arrived here. What other interesting tidbits have you stumbled upon in your career?”

  Nakedella raised one eyebrow. “Are you sure? It can be pretty graphic.”

  “What else do you have to do?”

  “Good point.” And with that, Nakedella began to detail a few of her more particular clients with a good drop of discretion, keeping names and other detai
ls out of it.

  It was only when a chime denoted evening’s arrival that Hani looked up and smiled. “You know, you could teach a course on that.” Her face had alternately paled and flushed as she listed to the tales of debauchery.

  “A course…?” She pondered it until the tug on her body let her know that her next ‘appointment’ was waiting.

  Chapter Two

  “So, you are the demon Azaziel. I wondered when you would send for me.”

  “There was quite a waiting list for you. I had to pull rank to get you here.” To her tired eyes, he was created of gold and ivory. His horns curved gracefully back behind his head in a golden wave. His features were that of classical literature and historical statuary. She could see why the Sun’s daughter had warmed to him. He was beautiful.

  “You have a woman here. Why did you want me?” She looked over at the Sun’s daughter and smiled reassuringly at the frightened woman.

  “She has not yet surrendered to my embrace. Until she does, I must seek my release amongst the women of the harem.”

  “So you take them in front of a virgin? Not very gentlemanly behaviour.”

  “I am not a gentleman, I am a demon. And she needs to know that my touch will bring her pleasure, not pain.”

  “So, you will push aside the love she felt for you and take other women to your bed? No wonder she will not accept your touch.” Nakedella laughed and sat up on the bed. Her collar clinked and the chain shifted as she moved. She was up to over twenty feet of chain now, each night with one of her suitors having bought her a foot of chain. It was how she had kept track of time in the dim confines of the harem.

  He snarled and paced between his love and the bed. “I am a demon! I have needs beyond those of mortal flesh. I need to take a woman every few days or go mad with lust.” The virgin was cowering near an open window, her glow flaring each time he reached out to her, and his hands recoiling were a definite indicator to the actual reason that he hadn’t taken her.

  She was refusing his touch, and her father’s power was still within her, as she had not been released from his house. She was still her father’s property, and his protection remained with her.

  “What is your name, lady?” Nakedella kept her voice low and soothing and the young woman looked directly at her with surprise, distracted from the demon’s pacing.

  “Belyana.”

  “I am Nakedella.”

  “I know, the demons talk of you all day.” A wry grimace twisted her lips. “In graphic terms.”

  She felt a blush heat her cheeks. It was one thing to be relaxed in her take on sex, another to be the topic of conversation in a demon’s lair.

  Azaziel watched them speak in low tones, then cursed luridly and disappeared.

  Nakedella paused for a moment then asked casually, “Belyana, do you hope to return to your father?”

  Hope took her over and suddenly an even golden glow radiated from her. “Yes, I do hope to leave here and return home. But there is no way. No chance for me to escape.” A sob ran through her, “And as soon as I submit to him, there will be no going back.”

  “Would you be willing to leave today? Now?”

  “You are chained. How could you possibly help me escape?”

  “I have been planning for this, we will only have this one chance. You have to trust me.” She swung her leg over the edge of the bed and summoned her pouch. The bag swam through the flooring as if it wasn’t there.

  She hugged it to her and dug rapidly for what she needed. Her chain was now long enough to bring her plan into fruition. In short minutes, she was dressed and had the slippers on her feet. She held her hand out to Belyana and curled her fingers. “Take my hand. We will need to hold together tightly for the magic to work, but it should carry us both.”

  “Should?”

  “I haven’t had a chance to test it.”

  Belyana shot to her feet and moved swiftly to Nakedella’s side. She was obviously willing to take a chance.

  Nakedella held her tightly and took a step. There was a sharp tug on her neck, but the magic of the shoes overpowered it and she and Belyana were in the main hall of the Sun’s palace in a few short seconds.

  Her passenger’s cry of delight let her know that the escape plan had been successful. Her weeks of being screwed by every horny demon that wanted to get in line were over. It was time to finish one of her tasks.

  “Lord Sun, is this your daughter?” Her voice echoed in the halls and drew the attention of the blazing figure in the throne.

  “Belyana? Is it you?” His hands trembled as he held them out to his wayward child.

  “Yes Father. I am home.” She squealed in relief and ran for her father’s embrace. The moment that his arms closed around her the heat in the room dropped back to a soothing pulse of warmth. The blinding light also moved into a relaxing hue that allowed her to look directly at him for the first time.

  The sun wept tears of fire that turned into diamonds as they fell to the floor. When his joy was under his control, he looked calmly at his daughter. “Did he take you? As a man takes a woman he desires?”

  “No, father. He simply made me watch as he took women to his bed in the hopes of fanning my own lust.” Her cheeks were flaming with embarrassment, and she hid her face in her father’s shoulder. “He didn’t touch me.”

  A relieved sigh broke from the Sun. “Then you may count yourself fortunate, my daughter. The women who are taken by those of his ilk forever crave the touch of the demons.” He looked on Nakedella with pity and was surprised when she simply crossed her arms under her breasts and looked at him.

  “Lord Sun, is there anything else that you require?” She nodded to his daughter. “If not, I have a boon to request of you, out of your daughter’s hearing.”

  “Run back to your chambers, I have kept them ready for you.” He set a sweet kiss on Belyana’s forehead and sent her off. “What would you have of me? For what you have done, you may name your price.”

  “I wish you to allow the demon Azaziel to court your daughter. He is truly in love with her, and wishes to wed her.”

  “What?” The blaze of fury almost knocked Ella to the floor but she stood her ground.

  “He must come to you, apologize for his abduction and ask for Belyana’s hand. She is in love with him as well, no matter what she says. I saw it in her eyes. She wants him, but not if it will cause you pain.”

  He sat heavily on his throne and waved for her to continue. “Will you allow him to have her if he moves his lair of darkness under your palace? That way you need never be completely separated from her, nor she from you.”

  “If he will beg my forgiveness and complete a task that I will set to him, I will allow him to court her, if she wishes. But if she spurns him, I will cut the arrangement short.”

  “That is fair. It is a good arrangement if they can both agree to it, and if not, then he will know that she is not for him. Either way, it will be settled.” She nodded in a firm manner and turned to leave.

  “Wait? Was that the boon that you would request of me? To work towards my daughter’s happiness?”

  “Yes.”

  “I wish you to ask for something for yourself. You deserve it after all you suffered during your weeks at the harem. It had to have been difficult for you.”

  “Not as difficult as you would imagine.” She smiled ruefully and winked at him. “It is an occupational hazard. I currently have no needs, but may I keep a boon in reserve?”

  “You only have to call out while the sun shines, and I will hear you.” He inclined his head and she took a step…

  Chapter Three

  Nakedella landed on the sand with a thump. The desert swirled around her, hot sand biting into her skin as the wind carried it to her. Her butt began to overheat, as the loose sand under her was warmed to a ridiculous temperature.

  She stood quickly and sighed in relief as the slippers protected her feet from the baking effect of the ground.

  A shiver ra
n through her as she came to the realization that she was in a graveyard. Well, to use the term loosely.

  Thirty-nine men were hung from posts, all in the same state of decomposition. Smelly.

  She could see no one to speak to from her vantage point and tried to take a few short steps on the off chance that the shoes had misled her on the first leg of her current journey. Nothing. They merely took her on a short tour of the small walled-in area that overlooked the hanging ground. The wall was a short three feet in height, but enough to keep out smaller rodents, she supposed.

  As the sun baked her skin, she summoned the pouch from beneath the ground and got dressed for the coming evening. Nakedella was sure that whatever she needed to do would take place then. Otherwise, there was every chance that this would be the permanent end of her journey.

  * * * * * *

  Darkness had covered the ground in mere minutes; no hills or valleys to mar its progress. Ella had pulled together enough wood for a fire and was huddling in the bright pool of heat and light when the first of her visitors arrived.

  “Do you seek your death, woman?” The misty shadow that appeared in the flickering light of her fire was dressed in a similar manner to the nearest of the deceased on her left.

  “No, I seek a cure for the Stone Sultan.”

  “Then you should not have arrived here to spend the night. We are the shades of the forty thieves!” All around her shadows sprang from the ground, some brandishing blades that looked surprisingly solid for being wielded by ghosts. “First we will carve you up, then we will hang you next to us as a warning to others who would pass this way.”

  She tried hard not to shake in terror. “If you are shades, what binds you to this place? You are dead, you should be on to the afterlife.”