The Color of the Night is Red

"Ah, damn brat," Heise shouted.

Jasper lifted his head and looked up at him with an innocent expression.

"Ah, baby," Heise said, placing his hand on Jasper's cheek. "Keep going."

Jasper nodded and bent back down, continuing to please Heise, who sat on the cedar bench.

"Ah, yes! Just like that," Heise said, gripping Jasper's pink hair, guiding his head as he continued.

Meanwhile, the witch Axarete leaned against the window, puffing on her cigarette.

"What a comfort this is," she said softly.

Jasper started to rise, but Heise wrapped his legs around him, stopping him.

"She's not a stranger, my love," Heise said, stroking Jasper's hair. "If you're going to hang out with me, you'll have to get used to things like this." At the same time, he gestured for the witch to leave.

"Tsk, you haven't changed a bit," the witch said, letting out a short laugh as she closed the window from the outside.

"Oh, yes," Heise said, looking down at Jasper between his legs. "Come here," he said, patting the couch bed with his hand.

When the dark-skinned nakedness rose before him, Heise felt like he was going to lose his mind. He really should have been focusing on the palace dream, but...

Heise's eyes widened in surprise and delight as he took in Jasper's size, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he purred, his fingers tracing the length of Jasper's dick, "Looks like someone's been hiding something."

Jasper could only groan in response, his body arching off the couch bed as Heise's fingers wrapped around his shaft, his grip firm and confident. Heise's touch ignited a burning desire within Jasper, threatening to consume him.

Jasper could only groan in response, his body arching off the bed as Heise's fingers wrapped around his shaft, his grip firm and confident. Heise's touch ignited a burning desire within Jasper, threatening to consume him.

Heise's lips found Jasper's once more, his tongue darting into the vampire's mouth, exploring, tasting, devouring. Jasper's hands found their way to Heise's silk undergarments, tore it, revealing his hard, throbbing member and gripped it. Heise moaned into Jasper's mouth as the vampire's fingers wrapped around his dick.

"Oh, you naughty bat," Heise purred. Without hesitation, he bit Jasper's earlobe and hissed, "You will pay for this."

Heise's fingers found Jasper's entrance, teasing, probing, preparing. Jasper's body tensed as Heise's fingers slipped inside him, his body arching off the couch bed as pleasure coursed through him.

Heise's fingers were replaced by his hard, throbbing member, pushing into Jasper, filling him, completing him.

As Heise began to move, Jasper dug his fingers into her back, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Two men's bodies moved in sync, their deep breaths filling the room; their moans of pleasure made the flames of the lanterns flicker.

Anaxarete the Witch in the garden was smoking another pleasure cigarette.

"This sorcerer is quite intriguing! He's like a wolf feasting on a vampire. How fascinating!" She was talking to herself. At that moment, she saw the purple mist forming just above the grass and rapidly flowing towards her.

"Ah, a visitor? I didn't see that coming," she murmured. "Alright," she quickly ignited her cigarette with a puff of air. The captivating flames quickly attracted every insect in the garden to her.

She watched the purple mist transform behind her shield of insect clusters. Whoever came was definitely female. "I hope you're a lesbian, dear. Because I'm a bit bored," Anaxarete said.

The outline of the woman swiftly came into focus. A woman with sun-kissed skin shimmering in bronze hues, her light violet eyes glowing like flames.

"Sorceress Amunet," she said in a deep voice. "You should be Witch Anaxarete."

"That's me, honey," Anaxarete said and held out her hand.

But Amunet just took one look at her hand and said, "Lord Dekaris Zharqasti wishes to meet with you."

"I thought you'd offer me a drink," Anaxarete remarked with a playful glint in her eye. She noticed that woman bore no expression and sighed, "Ah, take me to your lord."

"Follow me," Amunet spoke. As she harshly pivoted, her cloak whipped around.

The witch looked with concern at the insects blowing in the wind of the cloak, and as she followed Amunet, she rolled her eyes and whispered, "Is she a frigid or what?"

Amunet moved swiftly as she guided Anaxarete through the garden's wandering paths. The witch trailed behind, her gaze darting about, admiring the odd beauty of the scene. The air was heavy with the fragrance of exotic flowers, and it seemed the ground under her was magic.

Then they reached a large pavilion. It had exquisite carvings on the pillars portraying ancient wars and mythical animals. The pavilion was lit by a beautiful silver light, and in the center stood a figure who could be Lord Dekaris Zharqasti.

Lord Dekaris was filling the space with his imposing presence. His silver-streaked white hair and eyes shone. His elegant Victorian suit was midnight blue with beautiful silver embroidery that shimmered like ice. A clean, tall top hat lay on his head. A sapphire brooch adorned a white cravat, capturing the profundity of a starless night.

"Witch Anaxarete," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "I have heard much about you."

Anaxarete bent her head slightly, a sneaky smile on her lips: "And I, you, Lord Dekaris. It's a pleasure to finally meet the man behind the legends."

Dekaris's lips curved into a faint smile, but his eyes were cold and calculating. "I trust your journey here was pleasant?"

"Quite," Anaxarete replied, her gaze flickering to Amunet, who stood silently at the edge of the pavilion. "Though I must admit, I was hoping for a bit more... hospitality."

Dekaris chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "You'll find that I am a man of few pleasantries, but many rewards. Come, let us discuss why I have summoned you."

He gestured to a table set with an array of exotic fruits and wines. Anaxarete took a seat, her eyes scanning the spread with interest. She picked up a goblet of wine, swirling it gently before taking a sip.

"Delicious," she murmured, her eyes meeting Dekaris's over the rim of the goblet. "Now, what is it that you require of me, my lord?"

Dekaris leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. "I have a task that requires your unique... talents. There is a certain individual who has proven to be quite elusive. I believe you may be the key to bringing him to heel."

Anaxarete raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "And who might this individual be?"

"A man by the name of Ru," Dekaris said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "He is of great value to me, and I need you to ensure that he is brought to me, alive and unharmed."

Anaxarete's smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Ru, you say? I've heard whispers of him. A tricky one, from what I understand. But if anyone can bring him to you, it's me."

Dekaris nodded, a satisfied smile on his lips. "I was hoping you would say that. Of course, I am willing to pay you a considerable fee."

Anaxarete leaned forward, her gaze locking with Dekaris's. "Oh, I have no doubt about that. But tell me, my lord, what exactly is this Ru of such great value to you?"

Dekaris's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Anaxarete thought he might refuse to answer. But then he leaned forward, his voice a low whisper. "There is someone who desires him."

Anaxarete's eyes opened in surprise, which she quickly concealed with a sneaky smile. "I was very curious about who this person was."

"Not a genie," Dekaris said and raised his glass to Anaxarete. "And that's enough for now."

"Then let's talk about what you can give me in exchange for Ru," Anaxarete remarked, tapping his glass against the man's.

"A ticket to the big show," Dekaris replied, pulling back his glass.

Anaxarete was disappointed and showed it by sulking.

But Dekaris continued, "And a date with the demon king."

Anaxarete finished her drink and set her glass down with a thud. "Oh, perfect!"