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YuriPlatov — 'Of Demons and Blue Moons'.Andy Farman (colored)
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Yuri has done a brilliant job in providing the picture that is worth a thousand words, and here is the section of the book that contains those words.
Fae (a moon cursed warrior princess and demon hunter from the Faerie realm), and Cerberus (The three-headed guardian of hell's gate... currently absent without leave.) :
Turning away from the street door she froze momentarily as a magical ward warned her that an entity had just entered, and now the stench of brimstone and male pheromones reached her.
She removed the scarf and held it casually, just a piece of woven silver silk for the time being.
It awaited her in the living room, which was lit only by the coal fires dying flames. It was in hound form, eight times larger than the biggest mastiff, a massive monstrosity, very blatantly male and its grossly muscled frame was occupying half the room.
The hallway light illuminated her from behind and she deliberately stayed there, a few paces inside the room, where it silhouetted her body through the thin cotton shirt. A beautiful, vulnerable female, quite unthreatening and ripe for the taking.
“Why are you here?” she enquired, undoing several shirt buttons, letting the garment fall open so that it could see a tantalising glimpse of her body. “To fight me or to fuck me?”
Hard nipples now pushed against the thin cotton, further baiting the trap for she now held the scarf out of sight whereupon it transformed into the dagger.
“One must confess that demons are a little like Chinese food, I had one of you not an hour ago and I am hungry again.” Her posture was wanton and she licked her lips in a manner that belied the cold, killing mood, that really beheld her. The dagger would first hamstring it to ensure no rape took place and to restore it to its classic demonic appearance, at that point she would harvest the beast’s powers on her own terms, cowgirling it to the point of ecstasy whereupon the dagger would be driven into its heart.
Red eyes appeared out of the darkness as it focused on her, they glowed malevolently in not one, but three heads.
When it spoke its tone held no hate. The three heads moved independently but the mouths spoke as one, dripping foul smelling drool as it did so.
“They almost had you tonight, girl.”
She hid her surprise but did not relax one iota. This great hound might be the beast that her father had been transformed into, but she harboured no illusions that it held any paternal affection for her. On their first, and only previous encounter, Cerberus had tried to kill her.
“It has been what, a hundred thousand years?” she took a step back towards the narrow doorway through which the hell-hound could not fit “People will begin to talk.”
It chuckled at the sarcastic humour but the sound that issued from the throats was anything but comical to the ear.
The brickwork and frame of the doorway would only serve to slow its charge but that would give her a second or two in which to escape. “What brings you here now, an errand for Satan or for ones dear mother?”
“A squaring of accounts… you think I like this form?”
He had once been the most handsome of the Devil’s disciples.
She did not reply, waiting poised with the options of fight or flight in equal balance.
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Captivating depiction of the female form with perfect skin color, and in a lovely wardrobe, also.
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