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  Drenched in Darkness

  Mad Annie Series (Book 1)

  By

  Kahaula

  Copyright © 2020 Kahaula

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  Cover Art: Manuela Serra of Manuela Serra Book Cover Design

  About the Author:

  Kahaula is the Hawaiian Goddess of sexual dreams. Different people view Her and Her presence in different ways. I chose to use Kahaula as a pen name out of respect, and as a devotional to Her. I hope that my readers may also be inspired by Her.

  I am a Hawaiian woman with a voracious appetite for reading and found it challenging to find stories with which I could connect. Instead of complaining, I opted to start writing my own stories. Most of my stories are romance novels simply because I believe real adult connections should happen organically, just like they do in real life, instead of silly euphemisms or fade to black nonsense. I believe my stories are made better by being honest and open about what my characters want or don’t want. I also firmly believe that story comes first, pun intended. I write in many genres: urban fantasy, paranormal, sci-fi, alt-history, post-Apocalyptic, combinations of those and more. Maybe there will be a book or series that will appeal to you!

  If you enjoy my books, please leave a review! Make sure to always check the Author’s Message section at the end of my books to get the inside scoops on this book, any news, and forthcoming books.

  You can also join my Facebook Group:

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  Mahalo Nui Loa, aka Acknowledgements:

  Mahalo Na Akua.

  Mahalo to my Ohana who put up with my crazy writing fugues. Especially the random phone calls asking about synonyms haha

  Mahalo to my Alpha Bitchez! I lava your faces! I know this was a hard read for you—as it was a hard write for me. It means the world to me that you went to the dark place with me.

  Mahalo to Joanne Ganci, if you didn’t make me face why I was having such a hard time then this book might not have been written. No joke.

  Mahalo to my PA Annie, without you handling everything else who knows if this book would have seen the light of day, since I was buried under the darkness of admin before you lol

  Mahalo Manuela, because you and I both know where all the secret easter eggs are haha!

  Hawaiian Language (Olelo Hawaii) Guide:

  The Hawaiian words in this book usually have their definition within their own sentence or are contextually understandable. I also use the older style of writing Hawaiian that does not include the use of Kahako nor Okina.

  Hawaiian is an extremely high context culture language so I don’t often recommend direct translations, however, I do recommend wehewehe.com if you are looking for a versatile online dictionary.

  Hawaiian Alt-History Timeline:

  It’s important to remember that only a few, but very key, changes have been made to create this alternative history timeline. For example, the ‘Failed Coup of 1893’ is based on the illegal overthrow of our lawful Hawaiian Kingdom government in 1893 by the United States of America.

  Within the book there are smaller, though no less poignant, changes like H.M. Queen Emma’s reign followed by the rule of H.M. Queen Kaiulani. In our reality, H.M. Queen Emma passed from an apparent aneurysm in 1885 and H.R.H. Crown Princess Kaiulani passed from illness as a young woman in 1899 while H.M. Queen Liliuokalani spent years in forced imprisonment in her home until her passing in 1917. However, many extra details included are based on historical fact, like Edison’s visit and documentation of Hawaii at the turn of the century, the beginnings of National Healthcare for our country in the 1850s, H.R.H. Princess Kaiulani’s love of peacocks and poetry, etc. Feel free to research and compare what you read in this book!

  Failed Coup of 1893: U.S. Marines under the direction of U.S. Diplomat John L. Stevens surround Iolani Palace and threatens to open fire on civilians as well as the palace if H.M. Queen Liliuokalani does not sign over the country to the United States. Kahu, servants/leaders, of the Traditional Gods surround the marines and a battle ensues. History documents this as the first use of Hukihuki in the modern era for open battle. Eye witness accounts tell of ‘horrors’ being unleashed on the U.S. Marines in defence of Hawaii’s sovereignty. U.S. Diplomat John L. Stevens is deported along with any surviving marines while the “Committee of Safety” members, who instigated this attempted coup, are put on trial for treason. All members of the treasonous group and any who supported the attempted coup are stripped of all their assets, while the Committee of Safety members directly responsible are hanged. Massive social and political changes occur within and outside of Hawaii while the Failed Coup is referred overseas as The Hawaii Incident.

  Drenched in Darkness

  Mad Annie Series (Book 1)

  About the Author:

  Mahalo Nui Loa, aka Acknowledgements:

  Hawaiian Language (Olelo Hawaii) Guide:

  Hawaiian Alt-History Timeline:

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  Epilogue: Luca

  Song List

  Author’s Message

  Books by Kahaula

  Anaokapo

  Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang!

  That’s got to be that drum and bass bullshit that I heard when I first walked into this eurotrash bar. Only tourists would think it wasn’t made to cause your ears to bleed and your IQ to drop.

  Bang! BANG!

  What the fuck is that noise?!

  “Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” A strangled moan cuts through my mental twenty questions and I blink. Ohhhhh, now I remember! I laughed mentally, I’m finger fucking a Canadian in the women’s bathroom. I laughed again. “Whatchu laughing ‘bout, sexy?” She giggled. Aw, shit I think I did last thing out loud.

  “Nothing, beautiful,” I smiled deviously, “You wanna feel something even better?”

  “I already came hard all over your fingers,” she panted, “Want me make you feel good?” She bit her lip trying to look all seductive and shit, but honestly? I already lost the plot midway and I can’t for the life of me remember her fucking name.

  “Naw, I like seeing you come,” I circled my wet fingers in a spiral inward from her areola to her nipple, “If you’re brave I’ll blow your mind.” I winked, hoping to seal the deal. My mind needed the clarity. Sex or violence—preferably both—were a perfect way to get it.

  “I’m adventurous,” she teased. Pulling hukihuki, dark and malicious miasmic energy, from my body, I created a basic dildo. I could hear her gasp as she pressed her back into the bathroom stall’s wall. “W-What is that? H-How did you...?”

  “I’m magic, baby,” I smiled my most wolfish smile. I leaned forward and ran the tip of the hukihuki created dildo between her breasts,
“You gonna be brave for me, beautiful? You gonna let me blow your mind? Because I can do so much more than this.” I pulled more hukihuki from my body, gaining a bit more mental clarity from the whispers and urges clawing at me. I made the dildo just a bit thicker with swirled soft ridges all up and down the shaft. The woman bit her lip and nodded her head sharply.

  I lifted her leg up and around my waist again as I ran the pitch black toy through her drenched folds. She shivered at the cool darkness. If she knew what hukihuki was, who I was, or what this dildo was really made from, she’d be shivering in terror. Slowly, I worked it into her. In and out, in and out. I licked and nipped at her diamond hard nipples.

  “Oh, fuck. Fuck me that feels so fucking good!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. This random chick didn’t know it, but she was helping me out big time. The least I could do was make her feel good, even if it was in a shitty club’s bathroom.

  “Mmm, but brave, beautiful women should be rewarded,” I asserted. “You want to be rewarded, Brave Girl?” I sped up how fast the dildo pumped into her. She was primed and ready for more. I could tell because she didn’t see that I wasn’t using my hands to move the dildo now buried deep inside her.

  “Yes! Please, please...,” she pleaded. There’s something about a woman begging to be treated well that always gets to me. I pulled more and more hukihuki out of my body and thickened the girth of the dildo already in her, while making the surface slither and expand along her inner walls. I was always a fan of the hilarious tentacle hentai and she looked like she was enjoying it. “Oh, my God! Oh my, God!” I pressed flush to her body.

  “You gonna let me do more?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Fuck YES!”

  I could hear other women laughing and cheering her on as they came and went from the bathroom. “Hook your hands up on the top of the wall, you’re going to want to hold on, Brave Girl.” She immediately complied and I could feel my own thighs getting slicker. No, no time for yourself. Use as much hukihuki as you can, get her off, and get the fuck out of here, I chastised myself.

  I pulled more of the hukihuki contaminating my body out and formed an tiny anal dildo. This one I made thin and covered in bumps. No one likes surprise anal. Better to have her think it was tiny. I could always pump more hukihuki into it and make it bigger or more creative. When I notched it to her ass she almost slipped from her fuck daze.

  “Shhh,” I cooed, “Remember, I said I’d make you feel real good?” Her breathing sped up and her body shook slightly as I teased her backdoor, “You gonna relax and let me make you feel real good?” This time around she emphatically shook her head up and down making her tits bounce. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her bravery getting all this on with a total stranger. She was safe with me. I knew I wouldn’t hurt an innocent, even at my worst.

  I smiled, the initial happy not-so-little dildo was dutifully pumping away in her pussy. I carefully slipped the bumpy anal dildo past the tight muscles of her ass while she was focused elsewhere. With each pump into her, the anal dildo grew and grew in thickness. I used hukihuki itself as lube, watching her silent scream as she came hard. I slammed my hands down on hers gripping the top of the wall as she sagged on her feet. “Oh, Brave Girl, you’re not done yet.”

  “W-What?” She whimpered. “I’ve already come twice, I...,” she swallowed and licked her lips, “I can’t come anymore. Fuck, I can barely stand!”

  “I’ve got you, Brave Girl,” I kissed her hard and deep. I swirled the two dildos still in her, slowly increasing their speed. I fisted her hair and held her to me. Slick slurping sounds filled the stall. My thoughts were so clear. The voices and whispers barely there at the edges of my mind. I could end this right here and be okay for the rest of the night. But I was selfish. I wanted more than just one Gods damn fucking night of sanity to myself. I pulled even more hukihuki from my body, ripping and wrenching it from my tissue and bones. Pitch black straps formed slings and wrenched her thighs wide open, locking them to the stall wall.

  “See, Brave Girl,” I winked as I caressed along her inner thighs, “I told you I got you.” Her pupils were blown, her breathing was harsh. I took a moment to watch her beautiful tits rise and fall in a steady rhythm. Her back and head arched back. “Just one more, one real good orgasm and you’ll always remember how good it felt to be fucked right. Tell me you’ll come for me, one more time.”

  “Yes, yes, yes! Just please,” she begged, “Please!”

  Using the tips of my fingers I drew swirls of hukihuki that slipped and glided across her flesh. I drew nipple medallions, formed of the deep black hukihuki, that pinched and played with her. Finally, I dipped my fingers between and along the folds of her cunt. Letting a drop of hukihuki cover her entire clit and hood, I made it squeeze and suck.

  “FUCK!”

  She screamed and moaned, but I could barely enjoy her ecstasy. I had pulled out nearly every drop of hukihuki entrenched in my body. I was shaking with pain and weakness. I reached for and directed the nearby hukihuki that hadn’t had a chance to saturate my system and redirect it to the woman bared wide before me. I tailored the speed, angle, pressure, and placement to her reactions.

  I was drained but I was determined to finish this and keep my unspoken promise to blow her mind. She would never know it, but she was helping me more than she would ever understand. I redirected and pulled more and more hukihuki from around me to pleasure her.

  “Whoa, fuck. You hear her?” Another random woman whisper yelled.

  “Fuck yeah, I do,” her friend drunkenly replied, “Whatever she’s getting I need some of that!”

  I laughed and shook my head. Turning my focus back to the woman in front of me, I listened to her scream and curse quite creatively. Her hips and ass banged against the wall as the toys I created fucked her harder and harder. On one final scream she squirted and dripped all over the floor beneath her then went limp. Reaching forward I checked her pulse. Just momentarily passed out.

  Knock, knock.

  “Hey... Uh, lady,” the drunk woman hiccuped, “You still alive in there?”

  “What the fuck, Trish! How about we leave the screaming sex lady alone!”

  I ignored them both and redirected more hukihuki to hold the woman up, letting all my previous constructs and creations puff away as its energy source faded. I directed a wave of hukihuki over her body and clothes, cleaning off any remnants of our fun or the filth of the floor. Thank all the Gods I learned how to do that early on or I would have been walking around like Carrie 24/7. I put all her clothes back on her suspended body then cradled her in my arms. I remembered where I was and where her friends were in the club. I wasn’t going to leave her passed out in some grungy stall.

  Using a bit more hukihuki to unlock the stall, I confidently stepped out to the two gaping women. “Ladies,” I winked. I walked faster out of the bathroom and through the dancing crowd. I pointedly ignored the stares and made my way to her friends.

  “What the fuck! Eve!” Ah, so that was her name! Her friends immediately surrounded her and glared at me. What was left of my heart fractured a bit remembering how it felt to have friends who gave a shit about you.

  “What the fuck did you do to her!”

  “I fucked her. Hard.” Some of Eve’s friends gaped at me, and a couple opened and closed their mouths like they didn’t know what to say to that. “She’s probably going to need to rest for a day or two. When she wakes up tell her, thanks and that she was really brave.” I winked one more time but they gasped and cringed, pulling away from me. I had forgotten that the lighting was much better here and they would see the pure pitch black that covered my pupil, iris, and sclera, never draining away no matter how much hukihuki I was able to burn off. I didn’t have time for their fear, I was already on a ticking clock. It was best to get out of here before they put two and two together and also recognised my face. I quickly turned around, leaving the club and the sleeping girl behind me.

  Anaokapo

  Time. r />
  I was forever running out of it. Draining and redirecting so much hukihuki out of me gave me my sanity back, but it never lasted for very long. In fact, the window of when stunts like the bathroom sex worked was getting shorter and shorter. For once, I wanted to get my sanity back and not wake up covered in gore and blood.

  I wouldn’t allow hopelessness to drag me down. Nope! That woman, Eve, didn’t know it but she had bought me approximately 24 hours of freedom. Freedom from the whispers. Freedom from the voices. Freedom from the bloodshed. Freedom to be Anaokapo and not Mad Annie.

  My boots clicked on the cobblestone paths. More and more details of where I was came rushing in as my mental clarity gave me the sharpness to understand the world around me. I was somewhere in Zagreb, Croatia. My frenzied and hopeful dreams flitted through my mind.

  I was going to have dinner like a normal person. I was going to sleep. I was going to wake up with the sunrise, make a picnic, hire a driver, and go to the beach. The beaches here weren’t anywhere close to what I grew up with in my home country of Hawaii, but I ached deep down to feel water and sand between my toes. After spending time at the beach I would have the driver take me around wherever she or he recommended and take in the sights.

  I would be normal. I would be happy. Most importantly, I would be me.

  The Incident made me who I am now, but for the next however many hours I had, I would just be Anaokapo, just Ana. Even if it was a lie. My excitement dimmed a bit before I pushed my depressing thoughts back.

  My thigh length off the shoulder dress was still sleek and beautifully clean. The knee high boots I wore were steel toed but looked designer chic. My dark red corkscrew hair bounced around my shoulders playfully. It was night time, as long as I didn’t make direct eye contact, no one would notice my black eyes. I had used up my previous moment of clarity to go shopping for direly needed clothing.