Talon's Lover

My insufferable lout has a Mistress...a lover. One with a greater hold on him than I can ever hope to have. She is more alluring, more alive and more captivating that any other woman can ever hope to be ...or could ever dream of becoming.

She is strong, regal, wild, passionate and unforgiving. She invokes a loyalty that none can deny. She is mysterious, mercurial and majestic. She's a whore, a slut... a devourer of men. She is breathtaking, spellbinding and not to be denied. She is without equal.

When he leaves her to come back to me, she permits him a few hands, a few days or, as in this last time, a few ahns...before she takes him back, takes him away from me and his daughter. She is a bitch...a wench...and Kings have mercy, I am so very jealous of her.

It is because of Her that I am left alone for overly long periods of time. It is because of Her that Kaelyn saw her father as a stranger, one to be despised and not welcomed back. It is because of Her that Talon and I have not renewed our companionship and have not had another child.

She wraps her arms around my man provocatively....with a hotter lust that any bred passion slave could feel...with a stronger gripping of his heart...she is without mercy. She holds Talon in her spell so he sees none but Her. It is She who he serves, it is She who he flies home to....not me. I come in second to her...my needs, considerations, wants and desires pale in comparison to Her's. When she does give him time to come to me..I can smell her on him, taste her essence, feel her steely grip on him. She is a strong Mistress....one who grants no quarter.

I cry for Talon...I cry to feel his arms wrapped around me...to feel his dark, brooding gaze on me...to hear his voice whisper my name..to feel his naked flesh against mine...to be taken by him. Kings! I ache for this...long for this...need this! I despise his Mistress! I want to cry out against HER to him but I don't dare. I know if I do, what tenuous hold I might claim over him, could well fade to nothing but a memory. It is me who he would turn his back on, not Her.

This Mistress has many lovers, more than I can count. She is not one to lay claim to only one man...she is a greedy slut who must have them all. She devours men, chews them up and spits them out when she is done with them. Many have given their lives for Her...and after the ashes of the pyre are cold and have been dispersed, she moves on to the next man...there is always another to take the place of the last sacrifice.

The Slut gives no consideration to the mothers, sisters or companions these men of honor leave behind. We are but tiny pebbles of annoyance in Her slippers. A pea under Her mattress....if She even notices us at all. We are something to be ignored as She pulls our men to her...our purpose is to grow more men to feed her hunger, her lust, her passions.

This powerful wench can bring a grown man weeping to his knees, make him roar with rage and swell with pride. She is the reason he draws breath, wakes in the morning and keeps on going when bone weary or near death. She is his reason for being.

Talon loves Her...She is first in his life. His love for her is deeply profound and unconditional. It matters not what storm rages within Her...She is his everything and I am but a second thought. She brings him and all men to their knees. She is the only Mistress true men acknowledge...the only one they would kneel before.

I hate her and yet...I too love her.

Her name is Treve.