Lord Of The Dark

Lord Of The Dark

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Gideon, the greatest among the archangels of the Arcan gods, fell from grace eons ago when he lusted after a mortal woman, knowing well that it was wrong--and that he would live forever with his sin. In his flight from Paradise to the Dark Isle, the vengeful gods exacted an unusual punishment: the slightest touch upon his wings, even from…  See more details below


Come To Me

Gideon, the greatest among the archangels of the Arcan gods, fell from grace eons ago when he lusted after a mortal woman, knowing well that it was wrong--and that he would live forever with his sin. In his flight from Paradise to the Dark Isle, the vengeful gods exacted an unusual punishment: the slightest touch upon his wings, even from the wind that carries him aloft, arouses him. When a beautiful maiden, survivor of a shipwreck, comes to his lonely kingdom, it is all he can do to restrain himself--Rhiannon, a vision of sensual perfection, awakens true passion in his soul. Enfolding her in his huge, silver-white wings is the only way he can protect her. Heedless of the risk, Gideon is compelled to make her fully his--and the lovers succumb to an erotic enchantment like no other. . .

"A wonderfully sensual fantasy. One of the sexiest books I've ever read!" --Kristi Ahlers, The Best Reviews, on Lord Of The Deep


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Lord of the Dark
By Dawn Thompson
Copyright © 2008 Dawn Thompson
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-2180-3

Chapter One The Stone Garden at the Pavilion The Eastern Archipelago, Principalities of Arcus

Gideon, Lord of the Dark, one of the four guardians of the Principalities of Arcus, stood upon the tallest phallic column in the stone garden at the edge of the amphitheater. He'd stood there for some time, observing the ritual mating of his friend and fellow prince appointed by the Arcan gods, Simeon, Lord of the Deep, and his human bride, Megaleen. He hadn't felt this lonely since the gods of Arcus flung him-the most revered archangel of the Arcan otherworld-out of paradise never to return.

The wind ruffled the silver-white feathers in his magnificent wings, and he was aroused, a cruel trick of the gods that made his wings sensitive to touch-even the caress of the wind that bore him aloft. But he couldn't fault the wind this time, not entirely. It had been some time since he'd satisfied those urges, and watching the ritual had made him hard.

Gideon glanced about. There wasn't a watcher in sight. The dubious-winged watchdogs of the gods that kept him celibate were conspicuous in their absence. Scarcely breathing, he opened the crotch of his skintight eelskin body garment that fitted him like it did the silver-black eels that had worn it before him and freed his thick, burgeoning cock for the air to soothe ... or not. Then, springing from the phallic stone, he soared off over the satinybreast of the water into the dawn.

The sunrise that should have been golden shone over the water blood red-a sure sign there would be a storm before nightfall. Gideon could taste it in the salt-drenched air. Soon the innocent-looking ripples that lapped at the rocks would roil and churn, and great white-capped combers flinging spindrift would roll up the phallic columns, turning them black against a blacker sky. He would be home in his cave on the Dark Isle by then, safely out of the tormenting wind.

The stone garden was vast, encompassing the underwater Pavilion like a fence above the waves. In fair weather, the sirens would sun themselves upon the rocks and sing their haunting songs. In the center stood a little islet, a tiny spit of land, too small to build a shed upon, but large enough for a siren to lose herself among the greenery: Muriel's Isle. Gideon swooped low, his wing tips tinted pink in the fiery sun. Yes, she was there, Muriel, Queen of the Sirens, lying naked in a bed of lemongrass, pleasuring herself.

Gideon touched down at her feet arms akimbo, his naked cock hot and hard and red in the fiery dawn, the mushroom tip slick with pre-come. The wind of his motion in flight had neither cooled the fever in his shaft nor relieved him this time. The tall shadow of his enormous sex, throbbing in response to the sight of her writhing below, stretched across her naked belly. Her eyes riveted to his penis, she narrowed them to the fractured sunbeams dancing about him like a misshapen halo, for the rising sun was at his back.

Muriel smiled, still working her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, as she undulated against the clump of lemongrass she had captured between her thighs. Grinding the grass spears into her hairless sex had crushed them and released their fragrant oils, spreading their lemony scent. She always smelled of lemongrass and ambergris, come to that. Gideon wondered if often she pleasured herself thus.

"You could not bear their mating ritual either, I see," she said, nodding toward his erection.

Gideon seized his cock and flaunted it. "Would this not better serve you than that clump of weeds you're straddling?" he said.

Muriel laughed. The sun shone red in her eyes, moist with the glaze of arousal. "At least these 'weeds' will let me rise up afterward," she said. She gestured toward his cock again. "The last time I let you put that weapon inside me I couldn't walk for a sennight."

"That was a long time ago," Gideon said.

"It's still as large," she observed. "Such a cock is wasted upon the likes of you, Lord of the Dark. Will you not face reprisals? You did the last time, as I recall."

Gideon dropped down to his knees and plucked the lemongrass from between her legs. He shrugged, and his massive wings made a rustling sound. Like a pulse beat, their motion thrummed through his body to the core. "I am hoping that the watchers are all occupied at the amphitheater gazing upon Simeon and Megaleen as they perform their nuptial rite. You cannot have him, and I cannot have her. What harm to comfort each other, um?"

Gideon didn't wait for an answer. He was a man of few words, and he'd expended what he would allow for the moment. She was ready and willing, despite the repartee, and they both were bitten sore for wanting. He spread her nether lips and lowered his tongue to her clitoris. Muriel's hips jerked forward, and she uttered a strangled gasp as he laved the engorged bud to hardness.

"You are a master at that," she crooned, moving against his mouth.

Gideon didn't answer. The citrus tang of the crushed lemongrass mingled with her salt sweetness, for she was of the sea, was like an aphrodisiac. He tasted her deeply, his tongue gliding on her salty wetness as she laced her fingers through his hair and arched herself against his mouth, begging him to take her deeper still.

When she reached to stroke his trembling wings, his head shot up, her juices glistening on his cleft chin. "No, not yet!" he panted, for, aroused as he was, if she touched his wings now he would come. Their sensitivity was his curse, his punishment for falling from grace with the Arcan gods who had cast him out, lest he ever forget. There wasn't much likelihood of that. His existence was a living hell, a constant torment of unclimaxed arousal, except for stolen moments like now, when the watchers looked away and he could cheat them and reach orgasm submerged in willing flesh. It had been thus for eons, and so it would be until the end of time. It was a moment to be savored, not to be rushed, for it happened so seldom. "I will tell you when ..." he murmured.

There wasn't time to strip off his eel skin, though he did open the front, inviting her hands to reach inside and caress his broad chest; anything to keep them away from his wings. He groaned as her arms encircled his naked torso beneath the silvery black eel skin, and groaned again as her hands slipped lower, gripping his taut buttocks. Gathering her close, he feasted upon her breasts, laving her tawny nipples erect, hardening them beneath his tongue until she writhed against him, begging for his cock to enter her.

Gideon's loins were on fire. Pulsating waves of riveting heat ripped through his sex, his belly, and thighs. Leaning against her skin to skin, he savored every recess, every orifice and crevice in her salt-drenched nakedness. She was as the sea itself, undulating, cresting and eddying, spilling over with pure passion. It was no wonder so many seafarers succumbed to her wiles. She was the ultimate seductress, a mistress of libidinous lust, but that was all she was. All else was shadows. There was no love in her, unless it be for Simeon, and even that was suspect. Muriel, Queen of the Sirens, was an enigma, just the one to bring him to climax with no fear of attachment. While her loins sizzled with drenching fire, her heart was as cold as the Frozen Sea that marked the northern boundaries of the Arcan archipelago. A sea not even Simeon, Lord of the Deep would venture near.

Denied his wings, her fingers gripped his cock; it leapt in her hand, the hard, thick mushroom tip ready to explode. He could bear no more. Raising her hips, he took back his shaft and thrust into her, filling her from the thick root of its anxious bulk to the hot, smooth head leaking pre-come. A deep growl spilled from his throat as the folds of her swollen labia gripped him.

Matching him thrust for shuddering thrust, she ground her body against him to take him deep inside the dark mystery of her sex, and he cried aloud, "Now! My wings ... stroke them now ...!"

Her fingers ruffling the silken feathers felt like a lightning strike. Gideon cried out. It was a lightning strike! Dry lightning snaking down through the red dawn sky from the outstretched hands of a watcher hovering overhead wrenched him out of her and pitched him over in the singed lemongrass, unclimaxed.

Muriel scrambled out from underneath him, her shrill voice guttural and deep. She sprang to her feet, pounding her thighs with clenched fists, her fair, translucent skin normally tinged with green, the color of sea foam, now splotched with the crimson blush of unfulfilled passion.

"Damn you, Gideon!" she shrilled. She glanced aloft, where the creature, neither male nor female, hovered like a hummingbird, its fingers crackling with more charges showing blue-white against the red sky, as the lightning passed between them. "And you!" she spat out. "You have no dominion over me! How dare you hurl your missiles in my direction?" Her eyes snapped back to Gideon, attempting to right himself in the smoldering grass at her feet. "You have had your last in me, dark one!" she seethed. "Get your pleasures upon someone else. I like the flesh raw on my bones, not cooked! You see me no more!"

Still dazed in pain, though his shaft was frozen in stiff readiness, Gideon watched the smoke ghosting from Muriel's skin, where the lighting had seared her. Screaming like a banshee, the enraged siren plowed through the lemongrass, and Gideon winced at the hissing sound her body made as she dove into the water and disappeared beneath the swirling eddy her exit had created.

Surging to his feet, Gideon raised his arm and shook his fist at the asexual creature still hovering over him, fresh lightning threatening. Where had it come from? He was so sure he'd eluded the watchers this time. It did not speak. Watchers possessed no powers of speech, and Gideon spread his wings and soared off through the sky that in the space of half an hour had turned from blood red to a jaundiced yellow hue as the storm drew nearer.

Gideon didn't look behind. The watcher wasn't following. Though it wouldn't be far off, it never appeared unless, like now, he attempted to relieve himself inside a woman. His sex would not go flaccid, and he loosed a bestial howl that echoed back in his ears as he soared off over the water. The cave was his only refuge. The gods weren't completely without pity. But there was only emptiness in it, no warm, fragrant womanly flesh, no arms to hold him, no lips to receive the urgency of his kiss. It had been so long. Still, if he had it to do over again, he would do the same. If he were faced with the thing that had earned him his fate-cast him out and driven him into darkness-he would embrace it, just as he had that fateful night so long ago when he made the choice that had damned him only to lose the prize.

No, he couldn't think about that now. He wouldn't let his mind take him there again. Damn the wind! It was growing stronger, as was his need. Below, the black volcanic sand of the Dark Isle loomed before him. He passed it by. He was in no humor for a trek through the black marshes in his present state. He touched down before the entrance to his cave instead and glanced about. Nothing moved in the petrified forest that flanked the cave on three sides, except the gnarled and twisted trees, their naked branches clacking together in the wind, like ghostly applause mocking him. No foliage grew upon them, or upon anything on the Dark Isle. It reeked of death, as if the gods had cursed the isle as well as its keeper.

Gideon glanced skyward. There was no sign of a watcher, though that didn't comfort him. They were there, ready to swoop down at any moment if he should entertain any thoughts of finishing what he'd started with Muriel. There was no hope of that. Gideon was alone on the Dark Isle. He stormed into the cave and barred the towering double doors of ebony wood that shut the world out and everyone in it.

He was still aroused, still tasting the siren's salt-sweetness. Cursing under his breath, he stripped off his eelskin suit and stomped along a narrow corridor that led to a pool of dark water. Above, a narrow waterfall spilled over the cave wall through a crevice in the rock. It tumbled like a ribbon to break the surface of the pool below, where a thin mist of steam was rising. The pool was heated by an underwater current from the nearby Fire Isle, one of many in the chain of islands flung like a crooked arm into the sea east of the mainland.

Gideon flexed his wings until they furled close to his body, and plunged into the water. Even folded thus, his wings were massive, their tips touching the ground. They used to disappear, all but two nubs on his shoulder blades, lightening his load, but no more, not since his fall from grace. Now, he was cursed with their weight, and the sexual crisis they brought to bear waking and sleeping, and he would be for all eternity.

Sinking down into the warm, rippling pool, Gideon groaned. How good it felt on his sore muscles. Keeping well away from the cascade, he floated on the surface, listening to the roar of the water and the ragged beat of his shuddering heart. The tightness in his groin called his hand to his hot, hard cock. If he didn't relax, it would never go flaccid. Maybe if he just shut his eyes and floated there, inhaling the soft mist rising all about him, it would be enough. It was a pleasant fiction. There was only one way to stop the achy, drenching fire that gripped his sex, and he began to stroke himself, long, spiraling tugs on his curved shaft, the heel of his hand grazing the rigid testicles beneath.

How he hated relieving himself this way. His mind reeled back to the little islet and the brief blink in time's eye that his burgeoning cock had felt the soft, silky heat of willing flesh. Another minute-maybe two-and he would have come inside the siren.

"Damn the watcher!" he seethed, pumping his cock ruthlessly.

Beneath him, his wings were like lead, pulling him down into the water. How black its satiny breast was, with only one torch lit on the rocky wall. Calling upon his extraordinary strength, Gideon surged upward, his wings raining water. His feet found bottom, for that part of the pool was shallow. His breath was coming short, not from exertion, but from the climax that was about to rock his soul, and he plowed through the water to the fall spilling down and stood beneath it.

White water poured off him, spindrift mixing with rising steam as the flow of falling water beat down upon his wings, upon his naked skin, every pore acutely charged with the palpitating rush of orgasmic fire ripping through his loins. One last spiraling tug on his pulsating shaft, and he watched the seed leave his body in long, shuddering spurts, as the water creamed over him, spraying out from his unfurled wings in crystalline droplets.

Gideon cried out as the climax took him, the bestial howl echoing back in his ears amplified by the acoustics in the cave. When had his wings, those traitorous wings, unfurled? He flapped them now, and rose hovering over the pool, beating the water from the silver-white feathers. It rolled off them with the same ease it would have done rolling off a duck's back.

Soaring higher, he wended his way to the edge of the pool and touched down on the smooth, cold marble. He groaned again. The melancholy sound drifted over the water and became part of the roar of the little waterfall across the way. How he detested the ritual. How he abhorred that he'd once again squandered his seed thus. His cock was flaccid now, but not sated. It would never be sated. That was part of the curse. He had climaxed, but there was no satisfaction in it. Tomorrow, the wind would ruffle his feathers and he would grow hard again, with no soft hand to ease his torment, no warm, sweet, welcoming womb to receive his seed. No hand but his own would service him, and no womb save the night or the pool of dark water would have him, should he prowl the archipelago until dawn swallowed the darkness again ... and again.

He snatched the torch from its bracket and thrust it into the water, his nostrils flared at the hissing, spitting steam and noise it made, casting the pool in darkness. Then furling his wings, he stomped back to his sleeping chamber. It had been days since he'd closed his eyes, and he was exchausted.


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Lord of the Dark 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was a mess. I only finished it because I wanted to see how the chaos would end. Was a hard read because it was all over the place. The lead, Gideon, was a simpleton and his lady was just annoying. I was very disappointed because the other reviews were great, this was a wasted read for me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Gideon the fallen Guardian of the Principalities of Arcus thought he knew suffering when the slightest touch of his wings turns him into an animal in heat, but he will soon learn how wrong his belief is. He believes he deserves his punishment of eternal exile to the Dark Isle for angels are forbidden to lust after mortals, but he will soon learn how unfair his punishment is. --- He has survived for eons but now comes a crisis that rips his soul. The most beautiful female he has ever seen, Rhiannon washes up on his beach surviving the Pegasus shipwreck. He knows he must not tamper with her innocence, but his desire for her is way beyond the wind caressing his wings. He thinks of her and turns hot and bothered. Making matters worse, Rhiannon reciprocates heat for heat. As they fall in love, Gideon¿s biggest fear is the Gods will punish him by punishing her. --- LORD OF THE DARK is a deep erotic romantic fantasy with a different overall spin than Dawn Thompson¿s previous tales (see THE RAVENCLIFF BRIDE, THE WATERLORD, THE FALCON¿S BRIDE, AND BLOOD MOON) this story line is much more fantasy with the romance serving as a critical but support subplot. Fans of the late great Ms. Thompson will relish this superb thriller as the lead couple struggles with outside interference, his eternal sentence, and their love (in that order) with no hope for the future. --- Harriet Klausner
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The late Dawn Thompson started a series in 2006 called The Elementals. Lord of the Deep was the first one, and the book is already into second printing. Lord of the Dark continues this world-building theme that is on par with Tolkien. Where the works of Tolkien was amazing, Thompson imbues the her magical series with all the passion and emotions that is strangely so devoid from Tolkien's works. The first book simply blew me away with the detailed depth of the world she created and populated with such magical beings. Lord of the Dark builds on the first book and kicks up the power. It's simply, absolutely an amazing work, and on so many levels. In this erotic historical fantasy, you meet the second Lord - Gideon. He is a gorgeous angel, but he was thrown out of Arcus for being oh so naughty. He loved a mortal woman and that big no no saw he was cast out and cursed. He has the most magnificent set of feathered wings. Only one problem--his curse! If anything touches his wings, even the air as he flies, it causes the poor lad to become aroused. Not too troublesome you might think. Well, it is when Gideon has 'keepers' Harpies who live just to make him miserable. Every time he tries to remedy is 'problem', the Harpies appear to put an end to any idea of 'relief,' much to Gideon's ire. To add insult to injury, his wings no longer retract, so he is barely able to rest for his feathers teasing his libido. Gideon watched as Simeon, Lord of the Deep claimed his human bride in the mating ritual. This longing in him pushed his loneliness--and his arousal--to new agony. To his surprise he discovers the Harpies are missing from he ceremony. So when he spies Muriel, Queen of the Sirens, and she is in the same mood of desire, he thinks now is the time. As things are going along well, the Harpies strike. Only, their timely interruption causes Muriel to be a tad bit miffed, and she sets the seas to a maelstrom, which in turn causes the wreck of a ship. (a note - Thompson's middle name was Muriel.) Aboard a doomed ship caught in Muriel's temper fit is Rhiannon. Terrified of dying, she prays to the Arcan gods. She washes up on an island, which she thinks is desolate, until she finds the cave. She is stunned to meet the inhabitant - Gideon. His male beauty draws her, makes her want him, but we can see the problems that will ensue. Gideon wants Rhiannon, but fears for her safety. His love for her grows and he wants to keep her. Is there some way he can convince the Arcan gods to ease his loneliness? Thompson created a magical world with the first book in the series, but she moves into a stronger, darker, more assured, more personal tale with Lord of the Dark. This is a book of her soul. The emotional level, the intensity of Gideon's character absolutely is mesmerizing. While erotica, it's literary erotica, that sets Thompson into a class all her own. Gideon is a brilliant archetype tortured hero, but his anger, his loneliness, his curse, touched me on a level that transcends the story itself and oddly becomes a reflection of Thompson's own life. All Thompson's books contain a lot of her, but The Elementals reflect so much of who and what Dawn Thompson was, thus giving the reader amazing stories, but also, for those wanting to know 'more' the special treat of finding the very essence of this beautiful, talented author.
Laura Thomas Brown More than 1 year ago
Despite all the excellent reviews, I found this book just ridiculous. I actually skipped through the steamy scenes because they were all the same. And if I had to read the word mushroom one more time during such scenes, well, let's just say I would never eat them on a pizza again. The plot lacked, the writing repetitive, and I really could care less about the characters. I really did like the idea behind this series, as it was original and creative. But it just didn't live up to my expectations from reading all the glorifying reviews.
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If you want a lot of hot sex in your romance novels, this is the book to read!
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Crystal_Adkins More than 1 year ago
Lord of the Dark by Dawn Thompson

Gideon, Lord of the Dark, Prince of the Air, winged arch angel that had fallen from grace because of his lust, was now cursed. Cursed to be eternally aroused, the slightest touch to his wings would about make him mad with need, a need to sink himself deep within a woman. That was also part of his curse, he was allowed no women in which to relieve himself, and the lightening bearing watchers/harpies of the gods made sure of that, striking him down if he even came close. A fallen angel, alone in the world without his soul mate but constantly aroused is about to pull one over on the gods¿

Rhiannon was unwillingly on her way to meet her betrothed when their ship crashed because of the angry sirens song. Shipwrecked in the ocean and not a strong swimmer, Rhiannon did all that she could think of; pray to the gods. Washing ashore, she found a small cave and entered taking the liberties of a bath only to be surprised by this beautiful winged man. He was amazingly gorgeous, even when he tried to frighten her away, it awakened cravings neither had ever known before. Rhiannon still an innocent and virgin, Gideon Lord of the Dark, frenzied with need¿ the watchers hadn¿t seen her, so could he keep her? After that first kiss, he knew he could never let her go, but there are other powers and entities out there that must be overcome. Fate can be a cruel and evil thing.

Lord of the Dark by Dawn Thompson is an enthralling erotic historical that will awaken the need in every woman! I¿m telling you this book was on FIRE! The sexual scenes were intense but tasteful, there was not a moment that went by that Rhiannon was not getting into trouble, strong willed, or falling deeper in love with Gideon. I can not express how enamored I am with Dawn Thompson¿s Lord of the Dark. I know there are more books in the series, this was the second. I have to have those other books! I know Dawn is not her with us, but her words will continue to live on. I really loved this book! 5 Hearts

Purchase any of Dawn Thompson¿s books on Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, or at your local bookstore.
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