by Marata Eros
Brutal lifted his brows, his face clearly saying, and that's a problem... why?
“It's from the boss. No death. In fact, there's no fucking either,” Mason warned, obviously feeling the other man's vibe.
“Well damn, I wanted some fun.” He made a hip thrust in the air.
“I didn't say we couldn't have fun, we just can't prick her pussy, yah ass wagon.”
Brutal grunted. He wanted to fuck some pussy. It pissed him off that there was an imaginary shackle on his dick. He wanted so bad to be on his own. He'd fuck first and ask permission later, that's what life was about. Humping pussy, spending money. What else was there? His cruel eyes landed on the pale blonde asleep under the soft forest debris. She didn't even remotely blend in with the earthen tones of the forest. She'd been easy to spot.
Mason could virtually see the sluggish wheels of Brutal's intellect as they turned, going through the motions of his deliberation on what would work.
In the end, Brutal was a well-trained dog.
He'd give Brutal a little leeway for pleasure so he could call on more evil favors in the near future.
“He didn't say anything about her ass...” Mason mentioned.
“Yeah,” Brutal growled. “Lets do some coming in her other holes.”
Mason and Brutal walked to where Ember slept, oblivious of the plans of degradation they had in store for her.
*
Ember woke slowly, feeling a delicious sensation along her thigh. She was no longer cold but perfectly balanced in temperature. When she felt an unfamiliar pressure at the opening of her sex her eyes snapped open. Blazing sunlight pierced her through the canopy of the trees, a piece of fallen shadow covered one deeply chocolate eye that blazed with a ring of blood red at its rim and a finger dove deeply into her wet channel.
Ember tried to clamp her legs together but a gruff male form held her knees apart, his male companion making her body rock back and forth as he pumped her pussy with his finger.
“Oh god damn... she's got a sweet cherry,” Brutal breathed, his cock throbbing in anticipation of pumping her tight ass full of cum. Yeah, they'd deliver the little mermaid with the shit in her hair... with a load of his jism held in her tight bud.
“Don't go past that,” Mason instructed, slapping Ember in the face with his cock.
“No!” she yelled squirming away. Ember flipped on her stomach trying for a clumsy crawl. Land was somehow the thief of her grace and Brutal landed on her back, the air leaving her lungs in a whoosh.
Brutal had his cock out of his pants and split her ass cheeks with his hard dick. Mason grabbed all that platinum hair as Brutal yanked Ember's hips up in the air, the end of his cock pushing past her clamped ass bud. Ember sucked in air to scream again and Mason shoved that plump mouth on the tip of his cock, ramming her platinum head down to the base.
“Ah!” Mason said, “so good, her mouth is so warm...” he said. Then he noticed it was almost uncomfortably hot.
“Oh man, her ass is so sweet, so lubed... so tight,” Brutal said, inching his cock in her virgin ass, he swept it out and plugged her ass half-way as Ember gave a gurgled scream around the stiff dick of the human who fucked her mouth.
Brutal couldn't believe how supple and wet her asshole was. It shouldn't have been. He'd seen the Mer people from a distance as they tried to plant the sea pods his people immediately stole from them but he'd never seen a female. Now his cock was buried in a sweet Mer ass that held his prick like a wet tight glove. He could barely hold his load and plunged his cock to the end of her. She bucked, fighting his entry and that made it all the hotter for Brutal.
When her asshole began to heat up he was unprepared, his dick throbbing in her deeply.
His cock got harder suddenly in response to the heat of her channel and as jets of his cum loaded inside her it was as if it were fuel and his dick was the ignition.
He jerked his cock out of her ass and it caught fire. Brutal jumped up and immediately slapped his hands on his burning prick. That made him throw up from the pain of hitting his own sensitive organ and his penis cooked like a hot dog on a stick as he fell over in a heap, howling to the heavens while spewing chunks beside him.
Mason saw the strange expressions break over Brutal's face. He didn't give a fuck, he just kept up the forced rhythm on the Mer's head, feeding his cock to the root into her mouth. She took it docilely, her warm mouth wonderful to fuck. He looked at her ass as Brutal buried his dick in it. When he gave a shout as his load broke free it was too much for Mason and he came into that waiting warm mouth.
He held the female there as he forced her to swallow his cum, her body rigid as she tried to fight them, hot tears running down her face at the invasion. Mason was overconfident. He knew the Mers were terribly weak when they were too far from the sea. He could take advantage of her like any other human female. He'd had a lot of practice with fucking the unwilling. The virgins were the best. Too bad they couldn't do her pussy. That would have been the pièce de résistance. But that cherry was not for the picking, his boss was more frightening than any man he'd ever encountered.
Of course, he was not human and that is probably where Mason's fear stemmed from.
Mason would have been the smarter man if he'd erred on the side of caution and not taken the Mer but delivered her as instructed.
Then a horribly unexpected event occurred, a flame of liquid fire shot up his dick hole and he fell back, watching as his cock burst into flames.
He fell beside Brutal in a heavy heap suffering a kind of agony he hadn't known existed.
The two human males writhed on the ground, their nether regions on fire as their seed leaked out of the princess of the Mer.
Laying in a pool of blood, fleshy soot and vomit they howled their pain into the uncaring dawn that breathed around them.
They would soon discover she was much more than a Siren.
CHAPTER 3
Ember lay shaking, the horrible seed from the human males slipping out of her mouth and ass while she cried. Her sobs eclipsed even the moans coming from the males that lay paces from her broken spirit, her body on fire as the remainder of their filth leeched out of her.
Then something happened that made it all a little more bearable. She spit out the cum from the one horrible attacker and it smoldered on the ground like a thrown ring of fire. Sudden nausea gripped Ember and she threw up a load of what could only be described as the vilest river of heated liquid she'd ever expunged. It was a milky consistency and it burst into flames as she watched. When her ass puckered and everything he'd sprayed into her came out she watched the purge of her body release what it apparently wasn't meant to hold.
Their seed lay outside of her body, a circle of flames, it ran to the males like a trail of gasoline, lighting their heads on fire. Everywhere they'd touched her, they began to smolder as they began beating their skulls to put it out.
Ember was fiercely glad, they had taken her without permission, and were human males... an insult that was almost not tolerable to live through. Raping a female of the Mer, who lay helpless and away from the sea. Her ass throbbed from the intrusion, her jaw lay sore from the forced plundering of the male, her damp hair, mixed with her sweat and the jeweled seed pods lay like tangled gold around her face, her eyes blazed a deep red in her face.
When she caught sight of the group who bled through the forest; they appeared like an apparition of heavily muscled rubies, their skin almost appeared to sparkle. As they came nearer Ember saw what she'd mistook for sparkle as a smokey haze of heat.
They were male Demons.
Ember opened her mouth to scream as the first demon lifted a long and heavily muscled tail, barbed at its end and shot it down like a spear into the stomach of one of her attackers. The noise became an aborted soft bark in her throat at the spear of the muscle tail, used as a weapon of destruction, sunk into the entrails of her vile human attacker.
Brutal gasped as the Boss's henchmen came in force, the tail embedded deeply
in his bowels and he grunted, the agony too great for a scream.
“All this for a bitch!” he finally managed to spew as the demon smiled at him, giving the buried tail a vicious twist and turning his entrails inside the cavity of his body into a knot. “She is not just any female, human scum.” He jerked the barbed tail out and with a high arcing whip, he flicked the tip against Brutal's skull with a light tap of tail against bone, breaking it like an egg cracked on a glass dish.
Kane's intense eyes watched the skull spill brains that no longer possessed any thoughts. His eyes moved to the woman who had been taken by his Master's low men.
Human men.
Kane would leave the one human male as warning to any who might pass this way.
He stepped over the vile remnants of their pleasure with a smile.
It was as he'd thought: they had tasted of a demon female and been scorched. Their injuries would have eventually killed them regardless. This mixed-blood female of the Mer, a princess, was a distant descendant of the highest order of Demons.
Yet... she did not know what she was and cowered from her own kind.
Her eyes were the proof of her heritage.
And her lush holes, wet with her Mer blood were heated by Demon fire.
His smile became a grin. They had thought to use her but the very thing they'd sought to rape had, in turn, become a clever implement of torture.
The dolts never understood that unless you were Demon or Mer, a female of Demon descent would be your undoing, literally.
He strode to the female, her silky pale hair a wild riot around her face, the jewel pods of her people tangled hopelessly in the whitish strands.
Kane bent beside her, reaching for her, his red skin a sharp contrast to the pale skin of the Mer and she flinched when he touched her
The electric contact of their skin made Kane throw his head back.
Not in pain.
She cooled him.
This pale female Mer with the skin of her kind and the eyes of his, met his stare.
“Please, do not hurt me,” she implored as her full lips trembled. She put up an arm to cover her breasts and the other she put over those deep, blood red eyes. Kane suspected they fell into the obsidian-like color of Mer norms when she had not been defending herself against the male attackers. He doubted she knew what she was. It would not have been something her kin would have been eager to tell her.
“Never,” Kane said, “we have been sent to find you.”
She moved her arm away, covering the apex of the soft cleft between her pale thighs with her other hand and Kane took pity on the female. He covered her with a light blanket from his rucksack. He tucked it around her body and she shook in his arms as he easily stood with her cradled against his chest. Something tight eased inside him.
“Shock?” his soldier asked and Kane nodded.
“The humans took her ass.” Kane studied the raw edges of her mouth and the clamp marks that resembled fingerprints marring the fair skin of her jaw and his body hardened in anger. And her mouth, he noted silently. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her body trembling against his.
A surge of possessiveness and protection took up residence. Two very undemon-like emotions.
Kane turned his head and his gaze locked on the cowardly male who still lived, his charcoaled cock a mass of livid and black flesh between his legs.
Happy day, Kane thought as he surveyed the scorched ruin of his crotch.
He turned to his first, a Demon that was a deep red, an undesirable color in males and instructed, “Keep him at death's door, but make sure he has felt the sting of Demon, Hayden.”
Hayden smiled, his teeth as deeply red as his skin, his eyes an unusual shade of blue. “I will be most glad to dole out punishment on the raper of a Demon female.”
Kane knew he could count on a Demon Warrior.
“Do not shift from your form. Let the scum see with whom he deals,” Kane instructed.
Hayden nodded and smoothly turned, his barbed tail held high and to the left of his head, the hook at the end bobbing as he strode to the human.
Demon males were most resourceful in various forms of torture and handled it with an exacting finesse. As he listened to the fresh pain of the human male he added mentally, and thorough.
Kane left the forest for a place the supernaturals called, the In Between. It was not the fiery underground of his kind but a place of neutrality for supernaturals. A place of replenishment.
Typically.
He could only hope that this female would recover from the abuse.
Kane knew that to think badly of his leader was akin to sacrilege but in this case, he could not believe that Lucas had sent these two to retrieve a rare breeder.
Kane stuffed his resentment. She would not make a decent breeder if she were broken before she had begun.
Why did Lucas not intuit that?
Better, would he be the one to break her further?
Kane disliked the troubled thoughts he couldn't stop, that he was not master of.
Questions brought torture.
He had only to think of Brolach to know that.
Kane swept the dazed and hurting female of mixed-blood to safety on the symphony of the tortured howls of the human attacker.
Music to Kane's ears.
*
Constantine
Con's eyes snapped open at the small noise he heard outside his chamber. The hot shower they'd allowed him was a luxury he'd not thought to have for a time.
He smelled Druid cunt and smiled. He knew exactly who stood outside his door and said, “Yes, Lucia... do enter.”
He heard a sigh and grinned. Constantine loved to burrow under another's skin. He did not know when that would become stale.
Probably never.
She pushed the door open and Tarrin stood behind her. Con's smile faded, like the battle wounds from the prior day.
Tarrin grinned in the low light cast by windows that peeked like half-closed eyes from the mostly subterranean home. The ultraviolet sheeting over the glass cut the deadly effects of sunlight. However, a non-Druid, as he knew many of the Reapers to be, would not have been able to slumber in this chamber. With the aid of the special provision, Constantine could.
Con unfolded out of his makeshift bed, fully clothed. He but waited for the lick of twilight to summon him from his hidey hole. He would pursue Ember the instant night fell on the landscape. Actually, he was Druid enough that he found he could tolerate full dusk. It need not be inky outside for Constantine to begin to move.
A small female appeared and Tarrin scowled.
“Cara is new to the coven.” Tarrin's scowl deepened. “And as such, treat her with civility or I will take the flesh from your bones.”
“Love the hospitality here,” Constantine quipped.
Lucia sighed and stayed Tarrin's forward motion. She turned her face to his. “She has agreed, even knowing his past.”
“She is of Druid blood,” Con stated.
“Aye,” he reluctantly agreed, his eyes flashing as his nostrils flared with contained irritation.
Toward Con.
Con nodded, his dick hardening with thinking of the rich feeding she offered.
“Take sustenance from Cara but no more, she is not to fuck you. And if you so desire to rescue the princess, you would not have time to partake in any event,” Lucia said in a sage tone.
Constantine cocked a brow, as if he would forget that Ember might be in danger?
“Come.” Con crooked a finger at the docile little breeder. He squelched the sadistic urge that rose to bury his talons in her hair and drag her kicking and screaming to his hard dick. The need to feed and fuck were inextricably mixed in his mind as part and parcel of his biological response network.
He swallowed hard as she floated toward him and took his hand.
Constantine pulled her onto his lap and Lucia closed the door.
Con's fangs punched out in a sluggish push, his hunger a horrible pulsa
ting need after all the battle, wounds and energy expenditures of the last day. The feed of Lucia had simply kept death at bay and no more. Con drew her nearer, and latched onto her throat, piercing her cleanly. His thoughts were of feeding.
Which led to thoughts of fucking, in turn leading his thoughts to come full circle to Ember.
However, he must gratify himself while he suckled at the soft neck of the willing breeder.
“Spread your legs, breeder,” Con commanded through his sucking at her neck.
Cara did, and he brought his hand to her thigh, slipping a finger inside her wetness and she groaned, trying to fall away and he said, “No, you don't.” He jerked her harder against him, plunging every finger he had inside her wetness except his thumb, that he left against her engorged and slick nub of pleasure. His large palm stabilized his hold at the small of her back. With a final pull and stab he rammed his talon deeply inside her willingness and Cara came hard, grinding against the nub that he hardly ever utilized.
After all, it was for a female's pleasure. Something he was accustomed to taking, not giving.
But as he pushed inside her, tapping the entrance to her womb and her slick channel of flesh clenched against his seeking hand in a milking grip of her ecstasy he gazed down into her face. Cara's skin was heated with the flush of her pleasure, her full lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut as she shivered with his fingers buried in her wet pussy and moaned, giving little gasping yelps as her body took over, rhythmically squeezing his hand. Constantine had an alien emotion overtake him. He enjoyed that he was responsible for her pleasure, rubbing his thumb firmly against her swollen clit as she bucked and moaned. He had caused this... this pleasure in this female. In this moment. He. Constantine. It left him feeling empowered. It was a strange sensation, but it increased his pleasure to give it.
Odd that her pleasure should give him pleasure. And he had not needed pain to bring it.
Cara was a clever vixen and as he pulled away from her neck, his epiphany freshly realized, she leaned forward and sprung his cock free. It burst from his pants, and she jerked upright, freeing his hand from her deep wetness, her orgasm coating his fingertips as proof of her pleasure and in a smooth bend and scoop of his rigid flesh, she sucked his cock into her mouth and Con gasped.
