Psychic Prison

by Veronica Agnus

  "It...wasn't?"

  I'd always been curious as to why they continued to help us.

  "The three of us participate in these biddings to help captive supernaturals that have been kidnapped. It's something we started to do after Titus discovered this place, and we decided to do it as a team. The three of us have been best friends for a while, and the sudden desire to help save as many as our own kind grew with every prisoner we saved from the sick games of our fellow supernaturals. When you suddenly showed up on the board and so many rushed to try and bid, we realized you may have been kidnapped. We joined forces with Atticus when it became necessary, but we're glad we did. You're pretty cool."

  "Even though I hate your guts the most?"

  He actually laughed. "Trust me, I'm more tolerable than people think." He reached out to tap my nose with his left index finger.

  "I act a certain way on purpose, but when you peal through the naive man of many questions, you unlock an intriguing side of wonder and possibility."

  He rose up and began to make his way to the door.

  "Titus will be around to make sure you're okay in the underground today. I'm going to go out and get some more sketchbooks and journals."

  His mention of the books in question only reminded me that I'd been complaining about both sets of books being low on paper. They both had served their purpose in helping time move by faster, and now that they were both almost full, I was beginning to worry about not getting another journal or sketchbook.

  He's a lot nicer than I've been giving him credit for.

  "Thank you, Kai," I softly expressed.

  "You're welcome, beautiful butterfly."

  His use of the butterfly term made me smile slightly, the word seemingly becoming a nickname.

  "Kai?"

  "Yes, Alisha?"

  "Is it okay to ask a personal question?"

  "Sure. Go ahead."

  "Where's your sister?" I softly asked, hoping I wasn't assuming the worse.

  He grinned and looked away as he held the knob of the door.

  "She's locked away in the heart of Japan's most lethal prison."

  That's all he said as he opened the door and closed it behind him.

  I had so many questions, but I knew when the time was right to open myself to Kai, he'd reveal more.

  It was time for me to start breaking free from my sheltered shell.

  Embrace The Shadow

  "Dammit. If I have to use this piece of lingerie one more time, I'll die." I glared at the piece of black fabric, angered by the fact that it was on the verge of shambles.

  It was my fault for not informing Lyla that I was running low on underwear. She'd asked me again and again, and I'd reassured her that I had more than enough to last me a while.

  What the hell did my amnesia ass know when my clothes were always picked out for me? It became a daily routine for the guys to pick the outfit of the day. Many times, it was my usual comfortable black tights and crop tops, but with the increased training sessions with Lyla, I had a black tight shorts and tank top combo for the longer days of mental and physical training.

  I'd figured out that Titus and Atticus had a similar taste in what they liked me to wear during the evenings I'd spend dinner in their company.

  They enjoyed it when I wore really elegant clothing, lavish dresses that complemented my figure, but I could tell with Atticus, he chose dresses that were easier to slip right off.

  Figures.

  Kai and Blaze were rather random with their clothing choices, throwing me in unique combos of outfits from the most simplistic pajamas to Kai's curiosity of seeing me in a kimono.

  Where they were getting these outfits from was beyond me, but it helped the days go by when I chose to remain down here versus interacting with common prisoners.

  My week usually consisted of physical training four times a week, three days of mental training that helped with my psychic and levitation abilities, and any of the free time that remained was my time.

  I'd spend my free time trying to read what I could, and during my off days, I'd write in my journal or spend some time doodling.

  Things were beginning to get busy outside these walls, the guys all working towards getting more information about multiple possible suspects responsible for my current predicament.

  I obviously knew who their prime suspect was, but they weren't aware of that just yet. As for mandatory attendance to group activities, I'd been doing a decent job of going to the underground cafeteria once a week.

  It had become interesting when I began to attend once in a while to talk with Ivy. She was honestly a quiet individual when she wasn't around people just trusted, but she too was assigned to masters who kept her busy - like me.

  Every two weeks I'd be able to get my nails done by Kitty, a time for us to chitchat and become even closer friends. She and Ivy were growing closer to me in many ways, and I was honestly beginning to open my tight walls in the friendship department.

  As for the prisoner that had stood up for me, I ended up meeting her again when I approached her table a few days back.

  She still carried that naive part of her, but I was hoping that things would look up for in these desolate walls.

  We'd started this once a week dinner meetup, and I'd yet to miss a session. It was just the three of us – Cassandra, Ivy, and I enjoying small talk while my servants were now getting each of us something warm to eat.

  Amazing how each of our situations felt like it was on course to a different route, only to realize how similar we were. We each were in similar circumstances, with a group of individuals trying to locate us.

  It was surprising because we were various types of supernaturals with odd spectrums of life. Our shifter traits alone were different, just like our sense of style and fashion. Regardless of those differences, we could hold a conversation with little problem, and it was something I honestly found refreshing.

  My previous superstition that these two individuals were a part of this hidden alliance I’d foreseen in my vision remained true. It was only a matter of time, but lingering doubts worried me regarding the future.

  Would I be strong enough to assist them? Will I no longer be wearing a mask of confidence and instead be fighting with the strength I know is within?

  My body hummed with tingling energy, and I felt the soft brush along my bare shoulders.

  "Titus," I whispered his name, feeling him around me. It had gotten far easier to know where he was, even when he purposely tried to hide it from me.

  Today wasn't one of those cases, as the brush along my shoulders happened again. I turned around from my dilemma to watch his body begin to form on the surface, black flames igniting in a quiet dance until the man in question was standing before me.

  He took an exaggerated gaze down my body that was still butt naked. I couldn't really change when my underwear was on death row.

  Crossing my arms over my chest to cover my nipples, I stared at his emotionless expression until I noticed the bag he was carrying.

  "What's that?"

  "A delivery." He casually shrugged. "Just debating whether I should give it to you or not."

  "Who's it from?" I questioned.

  "Lyla."

  "Aww. Isn't that romantic?" I grinned at the thought, still unsure what was in there. "Are we going somewhere tonight?"

  "Don't think so." That's all he said, leaving us in silence.

  "Aren't you going to give me the gift?" I inquired.

  "You have to earn it."

  My left eyebrow arched in curiosity, and I boldly walked up to him, until we were inches apart.

  "Now what would I have to do to earn it, Titus? I'm pretty good at getting what I desire. Challenges merely make it fun."

  My eyes studied his carefully, and I felt that pulling sensation. I'd been ignoring it for weeks now, the sizzling magic that wished to connect us. I didn't experience it with Atticus to this extent.

  With Atticus, it pulled and left me in a s
tate of lustful desperation, but this power thrumming between us was softer. Calmer. A force that tugged us together, but also didn't want things going far too fast.

  It was difficult to explain, and with my lack of knowledge in this specific department, it was harder to determine exactly what was going on between us.

  "You have to answer a set of questions," he finally bestowed.

  "Go ahead." I smirked in defiance, feeling Saphire within my mind, waiting for these questions so she could help me answer them.

  I think it was easy to confirm that I loved challenges, but where exactly this was going was beyond me.

  "What are shadow dragons?"

  "Rare supernatural beings of darkness who can use flames as their secondary element," I responded. "They can move amongst the shadows, or travel with their dark element. It's extremely hard to pinpoint their location unless you become familiar with their aura. Even with familiarity, their stealth skills are top-notch. Very few can find them in stealth form, but if one does, the dragon owes the winner a favor."

  I actually didn't know half of what I was saying. I realized that Saphire was feeding me information, but it was in a way that neither of us noticed, and I had to give her a mental pat on the back for being so sneaky.

  "Do you like hide and seek?" He moved right along to the second question, his eyes still locked on mine.

  "Amongst friends? Sure. Amongst enemies? Not really."

  "Amongst lovers."

  I smirked. "Bring it on."

  His lips actually perked up slightly, his mismatched eyes reflecting his intrigued nature.

  "In order to get your gift, you have to find me in this room. If you do, you'll get your reward and a bonus."

  "Is the bonus of my choosing?"

  "Sure."

  "Excellent." I flicked my hair out of my face. "Let the Hide and Seek Games begin."

  His body faded into black mist, and I moved to sit back on the bed. This was going to be tricky because that original sensation I felt when he was around had completely vanished.

  Saphire? Any assistance?

  "Shadow dragons are a pain to find in stealth mode," she emphasized, but from her joyous tone, I had a feeling she was onto something.

  You know something.

  "I do."

  Then why aren't you sharing your pool of wisdom?

  "I'm unsure if you'd do it."

  Test me.

  "Shadow dragons can't keep up their stealth if they're aroused."

  Oh.

  "You're intrigued and confused."

  Intrigued, yes. Confused, because I've never tried to find invisible cock before.

  Sapphire laughed, the sudden sound like a melodic tune from the gods.

  "No need to search for invisible cock. It'll come to you if you tease it enough."

  You're not suggesting I masturbate to reel in our invisible man, are you?

  I'm totally suggesting you masturbate so you can reel in Titus and get a good fucking. Your wet dreams of you sandwiched between Atticus and Titus are getting annoying.

  My cheeks actually blushed to the point that I began fanning my face with my hand.

  You shouldn't know that.

  "We're the same person, sweetheart. I know far more than you think I know. Now relax and get working on reeling in your prey. You already have a head start."

  That's all she said, fading away once more and leaving me in a hollow mess of thoughts. It's not like I hadn't masturbated during my time here, but not to put on a show to get Titus's attention.

  It was a little embarrassing to think about, but maybe I didn't need to think.

  Just go with the flow.

  I moved slightly back on the bed so I was sitting comfortably and not on the edge of the king mattress. Unconsciously biting my lip, I wondered where to look, my eyes landing on the standing mirror across from me near the wall.

  I could see how flush my cheeks were, and my perky breasts with their hard nipples. My tongue slowly glided along my bottom lip, my gaze following my hand that flicked my left breast.

  I ended up pinching the hard nub, the tiny tingles of pleasure beginning to tease my aroused body. I continued to rotate from my left to my right breast, my hand letting go and moving onto the next one.

  My eyes followed my left hand as it glided down to my stomach. I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen my pussy in a reflection, and the idea suddenly intrigued me. Lifting my legs, I rested the heels of my feet on the edge of the mattress and spread them out like an opening curtain.

  There was my glistening pussy, and I had to give Lyla some secret thanks for the shavers I'd kept handy to keep between my legs hairless.

  I knew I was wet, realizing that was what Saphire met by head start, and I slid my fingers down to open up my folds, my eyes analyzing my clear juices. I bit my lip hard, my eyes centering on my reflection.

  My cheeks were flushed, my slightly glowing eyes hooded with hunger, and all I could think of was Titus revealing himself and shoving his cock into me. My finger moved along my entrance, gathering a bit of my wetness on the tip and slowly teasing my clit in a circular motion.

  "Fuck." I let my eyes flutter to a close, a quiet moan escaping me as I began to move my fingers up and down along my pussy.

  Whenever I masturbated, it was usually quick. Never had I gotten the privilege to go this slow, and the change was only heightening my arousal.

  "Titus." I moaned his name like he was the culprit of these fingers, teasing me again and again as my pussy begged for his fingers to slide right in.

  I had to pause to calm down, feeling an orgasm coming far sooner than I anticipated. What surprised me was the sudden cool touch against my pussy that made me shiver.

  My eyes opened just slightly, but I was still alone.

  "Again," I whispered, wishing to feel that chilled touch against my hot pussy. I didn't expect it to happen, but when it did, I moaned in relief. The cold touch remained there and began to move up and down my folds.

  I let my hand move further up to my clit, but then those chilled hands moved to that very spot, pinching the bud of my clit, which ignited a long moan.

  "Yes, more," I begged.

  Those icy fingers didn't delay, only teasing me a little longer before they slid right into my pulsing pussy. My arm retreated to keep me up on the bed, my head falling back as I whimpered in relief, two icy fingers sliding into my pussy and thrusting at a slow pace.

  "Yes, faster," I encouraged, lifting my head slightly to see my reflection. This was one of those experiences I'd never even envisioned for myself, but now that I was seeing it with my very eyes, it turned me on.

  "Faster," I begged. "Harder."

  The invisible fingers did exactly what I requested and more, pumping into me nice and deep, leaving me in a panting mess. I craved to see him now, wishing to have his lips upon mine and his arm hooked around my waist.

  "Titus," I moaned, followed with, "kiss me."

  I felt as though he wouldn't comply, especially when this was apparently supposed to be hide-and-seek, but there was that hovering essence, seconds before cool lips sealed mine.

  I groaned against his lips, kissing him just as hard as he kissed me. Our lips moved in an impatient dance, and there was his arm that hooked around my waist to keep me from falling back.

  His fingers continued to do their duty, pumping fast and bringing me closer to an orgasm. His lips left mine, only to press against the nape of my neck and bite me hard, just as his fingers sunk deep into my pussy, setting off my climax.

  "Titus!" I screamed as my back arched and my body trembled from my pulsating orgasm. I was left breathless, my body feeling like a noodle as I let myself fall back.

  My back didn't hit the bed, the arm hooked around me keeping me steady, which made me giggle. I opened my eyes, noticing the shadow silhouette holding me, his fingers still buried in my pulsating pussy.

  As soon as I had gained some strength, I lifted my arms and hooked them around his broad
shoulders. Pulling him down, his lips were just inches from mine as I whispered, "Found you, Titus."

  My lips sealed his before he could reply, the two of us making out hard, tongue action and all. He pulled his fingers out, and I was ready to feel his cock inside me, but he tugged on my bottom lip and gave me a firm kiss.

  "Your reward is on the bed."

  I opened my eyes to see his shadows fade away, and all I could do was gawk at the fact he was gone.

  "He did not just leave me hanging?" I said out loud. "You owe me a bonus!"

  The soft chuckle that drifted in the air made me groan, feeling his presence fade until it was completely gone.

  "I'm going to kill him! No, skin him alive!"

  "And miss out on good cock and icy fingers? I think not. Kill someone else," Saphire teased. "New mission. Get Titus in bed!"

  And since when have we started chasing our men?

  "I never said anything about chasing, my dear," she said in delight. "You reeled him in with just your pussy. He'll be coming back to finish the job when he can't stand waiting anymore."

  Boo. Now we need a shower.

  "Might as well get your point for participating in the showers. This is the time when no one is there, right?"

  True. Ugh! That was good. I should go kill something for fun.

  "Sex before killing sprees. Got it."

  I grinned at the idea and finally got off the bed. Glancing at the paper bag, I reached into it and smiled when my fingers wrapped around the lace materials. Pulling it out, I laid out the ten new panties of various colors.

  "She totally knows I hate colored panties," I said with a smile.

  "Says the beaming girl looking like a child opening gifts on Christmas morning."

  Hush.

  I ended up giggling and poked into the bag to see the small note.

  Figured you'd soon realize you were out of sexy panties. Try to keep them away from Atticus or any other dragon shifter. Their nails are sharp. - Lyla.

  "Sharp nails, huh?" I shook my head and continued to giggle.

  Now I know how it feels to embrace a shadow. Time for a shower.

  Interruptions Are Annoying