The Men of Anderas II: Dak the Protector

Kierin held him captive with her crystals but he couldn’t give her what she demanded unless he was free.  If Dak gave the crystal witch what she wanted it would sentence him to death ...


The crystal witch bought him - naked and chained - from a slave market then held him prisoner with her amulet.  With a death warrant on her head and Draagon’s Phantom Riders closing in, Kierin needed the one thing only an Anderan male could guarantee - a son.  All she had to do was convince her prisoner to mate with her, fully aware that such an act would sentence him to exile or death.

Lord Beldon Dak, a proud Anderan warrior, would do whatever it took to stay alive and find a way to rescue his crew.  But can he forsake his home and possibly his life for one night of passion in the arms of the crystal witch?


Published: 07/31/2014
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 75,254
Genre: Sci-fi/Fantasy Romance
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



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The Men of Anderas II:
C. J. Johnson


© Copyright by C. J. Johnson, July 2014
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, July 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-586-8
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

"Two thousand gold coins."

"Beggin' pardon, Lady," Murdock sniveled, "but what use does one of yur kind have fer a slave?"

"My reasons are none of your concern." She walked slowly around Dak, taking a good long look at what she saw--especially the area between his waist and his knees.

"Relax, Murdock." Dak drawled, intending to see just how far he could push Murdock's fear of this woman. "It's obvious the lady has a need she thinks I can fill." He tried to ignore the sick guilt churning in his stomach at insulting a female. Anderan men were raised to cherish and protect women. It was as much a part of him as his personal honor and integrity.

Don't be a fool! You can escape from her a lot easier than from this prison.

If she heard his comments, Dak couldn't tell. She continued to stare at his groin until he began to harden beneath her gaze. Blast and damn! You're worse than a stallion sniffing a mare in heat! By all the Ancient Prophets I will not have an erection now!

"Pay no attention, Lady," Murdock shot a murderous glance at Dak, "he's a stranger and knows nothin' of yur ... uh ... customs. He didn't mean no insult."

"The lady knows exactly what I meant, Murdock," Dak argued, trying desperately to ignore the growing evidence of her effect on him. His eyes locked with the pale aqua of the crystal witch, praying she wouldn't glance back at his penis. His eyelids dropped. "I look forward to her gentle touch after such a long time under your care."

Damn! Dak knew himself well enough to recognize the deep, husky sound of his voice for what it was--a promise of long hours of heart-pounding, gut-wrenching sex. When her aqua eyes widened in response and she looked back at the hard length of flesh pulsing against his belly, his humiliation reached an all-time high.

"Fuck." Dak's whispered declaration summarized his opinion of himself in particular and the situation in general.

"Shut yur bloody mouth, boy," Murdock bellowed, landing a blow to the side of Dak's head. "It's bad 'nuff you insult the Lady. Now ya got a boner harder 'n any whore's heart. What's the matter wit' you? Don't ya un'erstand? She's a crystal witch. Yur gonna bring death 'n destruction down on all of us!"

"Death and destruction?" Dak laughed, ignoring the ringing in his ears. "From one puny little woman?" He turned to the woman standing next to him. "You may buy me," he growled, seeking refuge in anger from his public display of lust, "but I give you my vow that the first time you blink, I'll be gone."

He made no attempt to disguise the rage and frustration of the past months. "Do your worst witch! Turn me into a toad! Strike me dead! Death will be a welcome embrace!"

He finally noticed that Murdock and the entire mob of miscreants had backed further and further away from the platform. The first trickle of fear slithered across his skin. Damn! What if she really is a witch, you idiot? These assholes obviously know something you don't!

"Your anger is justified; Anderan," she consoled in a soft voice for his ears alone, "but I expected better behavior from you. Well, it is unimportant now."

Dak watched warily, fear of her unknown powers thundering in his increased heart rate, as she reached into the gold metallic bag strapped to her waist. When she did nothing more than lift a length of silver chain with an amulet of white stone suspended from it, he released his trapped breath.

"My crystal will assure your cooperation." She stretched toward Dak's head with the chain and frowned when he reared as far away from her hands as the rock allowed. "There's no need for you to fight me," she whispered, "I won't harm you. The stone will also take care of your ... physical problem." She glanced back at his groin and blushed at the pulsing proof of his virility.

"If you think that tiny piece of rock ....” Whatever else Dak had to say died when the chain slipped over his head and his mental capabilities scattered like so many dead leaves.

"You may remove his manacles, now," she told Murdock with a slight smile, "and bring him some clothes. He won't give you any further trouble."

When the manacles fell from his wrist, Dak grabbed the piece of cool rock resting on his chest. He couldn't lift it. Must have gone too long without proper circulation? He may be weak as a kitten but since she put it on she could take it off.

Dak slipped into the pants a guard brought for him, grateful that his unexpected arousal no longer pulsed with life. The woman handed Murdock a sack that clinked with the solid sound of gold in exchange for a small stack of papers. Giving her time to finish the sale gave him time to compose his thoughts. He was having trouble keeping his mind focused on what was happening. Must be the heat.

She turned to him with a slight smile. "Are you ready?"

Yes! I'm ready for you to remove this damn rock!

"Yes, Lady," Dak answered softly." What the bloody hell is wrong with you? That's not what you were going to say to her!

"Excellent. It's too late today to arrange for transport. I have a room ready where you can bathe and rest." She turned without another word and climbed down to the dusty street. Gathering up her discarded cloak, she motioned for Dak to follow her. Without knowing why or how--he did just as she bid.