Sunday, January 20, 2013

Siddellas Surrender by Sascha Illyvich

I have had several emails recently, asking about Sascha Illyvich's Siddellas Surrender. I contacted Sascha about the book and he sent me some snippets for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!


Kinky Faeries with a Taste for B&D! Siddella, Thief of the Low Court of Faery, discovers she's stolen something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class. Crashing a party, she doesn't realize that the Black Angus, Faery's legendary guards are present. With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears the Black Angus will find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole. 

Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing the damage computers and technology have done to Faery. Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery but to his heart. Can an thief who values freedom fall in love with a fierce fighter with a taste for chaining his lovers and then degrading them in every way he can imagine? 

Can the two them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than death? Or will her forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle? "A powerful look at domination!" -Sensual Romance Reviews 

She scoffed. “You forced yourself on me.”
He grinned.  “You didn’t stop me.”
“I couldn’t. You’re fucking huge.”
His grin widened. “You could have.  But you didn’t want to.  Anyway, when we connected sexually, you awakened something in me. Tell me,” his voice dropped a notch.  He stepped closer to her.
She shivered and flattened herself against the wall.  She looked to both sides in an attempt to escape.
“Did your orgasm trigger vision?”
She swallowed.
The muscles in her throat worked, making him hard instantly. The delicate feminine curve of her neck and shoulders, the slope of her bared breast awoke his hunger.  “Didn’t you?”
“Yes, damnit!  I did see things.  I wasn’t sure what they were but the feelings enveloping my body were so warm, so good I didn’t want them to stop.  They confused me!”
She trembled visibly before him.  This wasn’t what he wanted in a mate.  She needed to be strong, capable.  Not afraid of the tiniest thing.  “You’ve lived a sheltered life, haven’t you?”
She turned away.  “That’s none of your business.”
He hit a nerve.  “The Thief of the Low Court was an orphan and practically raised herself. I understand that.” By now he had set a hand on each side of her shoulders and bent down to gaze into her perfect oval eyes.  “You’re also fairly young which makes you jaded. I’m not asking you to be my mate for the sake of my ego.  I’m telling you it’s for the good of Faery and for us both.”
His mouth hovered so close over hers that he could taste fear as though it were a color. Mixed in with that color was her aroma, heady and thick with unattended need.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers.
She set her hands on his chest and clutched at him. “I don’t care.”
Trailing a hand down her muscular shoulder, he kissed her.
She sucked in a breath but acquiesced beneath him.
Hands roamed down his chest and over his belly.  “This feels too good and will get us in trouble if we’re caught.”  She muttered against him.
“You want this,” his mouth curved upwards.  He nipped her lower lip. 
Her arousal hung heavily in the air.
Hands reached for his thick phallus.  She gripped him and gave him a squeeze.  “I don’t know what to do.”
“Pump me,” he begged against her skin Hands caressed her and pulled her away from the wall.  Drawing her into his body, he swept her along the ground and led her towards an X frame. 
Her tiny fist did as he asked, the sensuous feel of her fingers enveloping his cock and pulling a groan from him.
Frika’s balls hung low between his thighs while his cock brushed against her naked flesh.  She was hot already, her temperature rising with each kiss.
Finally he’d backed her against the frame.  “Give me your hands, sweet fae.”  He uttered the words against her skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.  Now that he understood she was his mate, he had to make her realize they shared the same fate.
She didn’t respond but kissed him back.  Extending her arms for him, she interlocked their fingers together.
Frika put a slight push into the words he next spoke.  “Bind to the frame.”  He then spoke in a dialect so old it could not be named. 
Siddella’s body froze. Her arms moved to the manacles on their own.  Her eyes reverted back to the tricolor mixture of silver, red and white swirls.  Her skin flushed.  Nipples hardened.
Having used a quick binding spell, he now had her arms stretched out above her head, leaving her breasts to hang low.   “I wondered what a little more kink would do to you.”
She spoke in an attempt to show fear.  “You’re an evil being.”
“Am I so evil as to act on your real motives?”
Her nostrils flared.  “What are you talking about?”
He dipped his head between her breasts and kissed one nipple before lapping at her other erect nipple.
Letting her head fall back, she groaned. 
There was no mistaking the pleasurable growl she gave him.
“I’m seeing the fear but feeling your arousal.  You want me, we need this.  The Black Angus don’t abuse those who serve them for they are,” he suckled her other breast into a hard peak, “gifts given from the Goddess.”
She spoke weakly.  “There is no goddess here.”
“There is only us and you, my personal goddess.”
Frika trailed his fingernails lightly over her flesh, enjoying the play of light over her pale skin when she squirmed.
Her feet remained unbound.  She lifted one up.
He blocked it with his shin. “You’re not getting the best of me, little faery.  Not like that, anyway.”  He nipped her belly.
She squirmed and squealed against him, rocking her hips upwards. “I don’t want this!”
Fingers caressed the curve of her ass.
She wriggled and moved but remained caught against the powerful grip he had on her.
Fingers slid up the length of her thigh.
“You’re already so wet, Siddella.  What we need is to open you up to your own magick and satisfy the hunger in your loins.”
Squirming, she tried to hold onto clear thought but his tongue did wicked things to her that scattered her mind. “There is no hunger in me other than freedom from Unseelie and you, you big fucking—oh goddess!”
His tongue flicked against her swollen clit.  Her response brought a smile to his lips.  He repeated the movement, enjoying the way she arched her hips upwards but said no anyway.
Power built around them, forming a bright circle.
Siddella struggled against her bonds but clamped her thighs together around Frika’s ears.
He lapped and licked, suckled her flesh.  The taste of her, exquisite and sweet reminded him of honey from the farthest regions of Seelie, something everyone desired but only few could attain due to the dangerous journey one had to embark upon to get the honey.
Her thighs wrapped around his head and blocked out everything but the feel of her against him.  Kneeling before her, licking, holding her creamy flesh in his hands, he spread her ass cheeks apart.
She moved against him.
He dipped two fingers inside her sopping cunt. 
She rode the feelings flowing through her and her cries grew louder.  Tightening her legs around his head made it difficult to breath but he wouldn’t let up just yet.
She needed more sensual torture.
The Unseelie worked on the basis of letting fear run their sexuality but the Black Angus were not Unseelie.  They were guardians of that which is between and therefore subject to their own sexual practices. In this case, what the humans called BDSM suited them just fine.
Frika’s tongue slid out of her soaked pussy and down the length of her thigh. 
Shifting her legs carefully over his shoulders, he spread her open even further and ran his tongue along the inside of her cheek before dipping into her asshole.
She squealed louder and clenched her muscles taut around his mouth organ. She tasted of lilies and spice, perfumes natural to her intoxicating scent as a faery. 
He swirled his tongue around her asshole, thrusting in and out while two fingers mimicked him inside her cunt. 
She writhed, rocked her hips in tune with his thrusts. 
Careful to prop her up, he tilted her hips so that she could more easily ride his face and straddle his shoulders.
Her orgasm was near.  He sensed the increase in energy flowing around them. 
His cock remained hot and thick. He’d need to fuck her soon.  “You will obey,” he stroked her cleft with his tongue before sliding up to the bottom of her pussy. His teeth dragged across her.
She shuddered.  Orgasm forced her hips into his face, her legs clenching around his back and neck.
He ate and ate, lapping her juices up as though they were the only thing that mattered. The sweet nectar of her cunt flowed into his mouth with each tremor that ran through her.
This little faery was a squirter.
He drank from her while pumping his fingers inside her.  Harder, faster, he let her ride the orgasm.  The next thing he saw, rather tasted, was an elixir so silky smooth that it slid down his throat.  Energy between them arced in a lightening pattern that flashed across the space between them.
He heard screams.
Looking up through the torrential downpour of her orgasm and the storm it created between them, he saw her head shaking back and forth, mouth hung open.  Cries of mercy, pleasure came from her lips when she undulated against him.
With his fingers now soaked to the bone, he was sure; Frika stopped moving them inside her.  The orgasm died down, as did the storm between them.  He needed her focused on him in order to bind them. 
The Black Angus bound their mates to them and were able to exercise control over them when they had no will.
Siddella would fight him every step of the way.  But, he looked up the line of her body and realized that to have Faery back as it was with its separate versions of beauty and sensual darkness, he’d give anything. 
Even the part of him that he feared most would be lost to her if he went through with this.
Continuing to look over her, he watched the storm clouds dissipate between them.  Her body came into view.
Panting, sweat covered and weak, her muscles gave out and forced her to drop down.
Only Frika still had her in his hands.  He stood, lifting her with him.  “Wrap your thighs around my hips.
His cock bobbed against her ass.
Wearily, she did as she was asked.
“What are you doing?”
With a hand supporting her weight, he pressed himself against her.  The heat of her cunt threatened to burn his cock off but he reigned in his hormones.  “I’m preparing you for some more fun, of course.”
She pouted.  “I’m tired now.”
“Then my orgasm can feed you.”


  1. just got hot in here! Thank you so much for sharing!

    1. My pleasure...Thank you for leaving a comment :)

  2. Oh..... Uhm.... I am totally getting this! Loved the snippet and thank you for sharing :)

  3. Thank you all, I'm glad you enjoy. This is the first of a two book series btw!


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