Charon once again became frustrated and as much as she wanted to get out of this place…..a plan began to take form in her mind and she smiled to herself. It hinged on the phrase “if you can’t beat them, join them.” That’s exactly what Charon was going to do, well sort of, she was going to make sure she got her own way.

Mortismere finally released her after he’d locked the door, Charon smiled at him. She sashayed across to him and ran her fingers across his chest, Mortismere gulped and could barely contain his excitement and pushed himself up against her almost involuntarily. Charon backed up and wagged her index finger at him.

“Tut, tut, tut! Morty my big purple monsterkins! My how you’ve….”

There was a pause as she struggled for the right words before settling for …

“Grown.”

Mortismere virtually growled and threw his cloak to the floor.

“Come here and be violated violently and properly…..”

Charon backed away again, still wagging her finger at him.

“Mortypooh’s as much as I thoroughly enjoy that thought, its just not the same as before.”

Mortismere stood up to his full height, the bulge in his trousers now extrememly obvious. He tilted his head to one side in a questioning manner.

“What does that mean?”

Charon grinned at him.

“I’d love nothing more than to feel your thrusting yourself deep inside me but since meeting Lillith and The King, well, you have a lot to live up to. I mean the King, well, he nearly damned well split me in half Morty AND IT WAS GOOD! OH MY GOD! IT WAS AMAZING!”

Mortismere began to feel the needles of anger start to prick around the corners of his eyes first. He began to strut across the floor to cut her off.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never walk again! Ever!”

Charon shook her head.

“I’ll be honest once the King has done you, everything and EVERYONE pales in comparison! His power is amazing, something to do with that sword of his.”

Charon now dodged around Mortismere, making him spin round to face the door. His mind was now obsessed with being better than the King.

“What if I got the sword?”

Charon looked surprised. She wasn’t.

“Well Morty darling, if you got that sword we could see exactly how long you can keep it up for.”

She drew a long lingering finger down his chest down towards his groin and he was about to jump her when she pushed her fingers hard into his chest.

“Only if you get the sword my love.”

Mortismere slammed the door open as Charon sat down on the end of the bed and waited patiently.