Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 4
Angele’s hands looked childlike as they glided over the large corded muscles of Reynaud’s back and bottom, gripping and kneading them. Suddenly Reynaud flipped them over reversing their position.
Baptiste adjusted himself against the window to get a better look inside.
Laughing, Angele leaned over to place a quick kiss on Reynaud’s smiling face. He shifted his weight to move forward so Reynaud’s erect cock rested against his ass. Angele gripped the powerful organ and stroked it while he moved his other hand across the well-built dimensions of Reynaud’s chest.
Baptiste twisted his face in revulsion as he watched the lovers indulge in each other’s caresses.
Reynaud lifted Angele’s small frame and lowered him onto his waiting erect penis. When Angele was seated, Reynaud gripped Angele’s protruding shaft and started to pump it as his little lover rode him. They continued in such a fashion until Angele threw his head back, and Baptiste witnessed his seed spilling over onto Reynaud’s hand and stomach. Angele fell forward to lean on Reynaud’s shoulder. Reynaud lifted Angele once again to cradle him in his arms.
Still hidden, Baptiste watched them for a time while they slept. Finally, Angele turned away from Reynaud to hug his pillow, and a small smirk touched Baptiste’s lips. He raised his hand along the window frame and wiggled his fingers. The lock turned slowly with a slight click, and soon the window rose. He entered the room and moved smoothly across the carpet. Standing by the bed, he looked down on the couple with disdain.
Baptiste scooped Angele’s sleeping form into his arms, but when he walked to the door, Angele’s eyes popped open. Baptiste’s own gaze widened at the revelation, but he recovered quickly, clamping his hand down over Angele’s mouth. He closed the door behind him with a small kick and stalked farther away from the bedroom before dropping Angele onto the floor.
Angele looked up at him, fear evident in his big green eyes. Baptiste almost laughed aloud. He advanced and Angele scurried away, tears already falling down his cheeks. His hand gestures were frantic and meager. His mouth moved swiftly as he spoke. Baptiste continued forward, the harsh look on his face unchanged. Angele scrambled to his feet, retreating until his back hit the wall. His hands shook terribly and he tried again to defend himself, but Baptiste raised his own hand, effortlessly blocking Angele’s feeble magic.
Baptiste stood looking down into Angele’s panicked face. His large physique dwarfed Angele’s slight form. Angele shook his head, shrinking down the wall away from Baptiste. He wrapped his hand around Angele’s slender throat, raised him up along the wall to eye level and held him there until his feet stopped kicking.
“His eyes were bulging so much it was easy to keep eye contact,” Baptiste continued aloud, severing the connection to Reynaud’s mind. “The second the light of life left his gaze, the magic in his soul transferred to me. It was such a rush,” Baptiste exclaimed, giving the bars a shake. “I had no more use of him afterward, so I returned him to you,” he added with a dismissive wave, in calmer tones.
Baptiste’s nonchalant attitude horrified Reynaud. Such a deed had never been done intentionally. The forbidden act of taking another’s magic remained the highest undocumented law. Everyone generally assumed no one would ever do such a cruel, cold-blooded and evil thing to another Creolyte. The transfer itself had been discovered by accident many years ago when a Creolyte woman embraced her dying lover. He held her gaze, whispering his love and, with his final breath, his magic had transferred to her.
Reynaud closed his eyes tight, pushing away the dreadful feelings Baptiste’s words created inside him. But he could not remove the scene forced into his mind. He saw Baptiste carrying his beloved Angele’s lifeless body back into the bedroom, returning him to Reynaud’s side as clearly as if it were happening at that moment. Reynaud’s heart pounded crazily and tears welled behind his lids. He took a deep breath and swallowed his pain before opening his eyes. The smug grin on Baptiste’s face inflamed Reynaud’s anger.
“You have shown me your treachery, and I am about to pay the price for it, Baptiste. Now tell me why. Why would you kill Angele if he posed no threat to you?” Reynaud asked.
Baptiste’s smirk turned into a sinister smile. “Angele’s death was essential to my plan, my good man.”
Reynaud’s confusion continued.
“You have held your station long enough, Reynaud Leduc.” Baptiste chuckled. “It was only because you caught Madame Cousteau’s eye as a child that you became her favorite. Her favor elevated you to your post. I think it is time someone else had it… Namely me.”
Reynaud scoffed. “That’s what this is about? Jealousy?”
“I am not jealous,” Baptiste snapped then quickly cleared his throat. “This is not about jealousy, Reynaud,” he amended in a calmer tone. “This is about due process. It is simply my time. My magic is strong, but was never as strong as yours. However, with Angele’s magic added to my own, it’s finally as powerful. They will give me a mate and I will finally have the prestige I deserve.”
“What you did was unspeakably heinous. Why attack an innocent? If you wanted to take my place, why not just come after me?” he asked incredulously.
“Oh no, Reynaud. It was not that simple,” Baptiste explained, shifting his position against the bars. “You are Madame Cousteau’s favorite…well, you were, anyway. I could not openly attack you without reprimand. I had to make it so even she could not help you.” He paused, pressing his face between the thin iron poles. “I had to destroy you,” he emphasized, his