Dreyko filled up the space in between Katya’s legs. She gasped with pleasure, dug her long fingernails into Dreyko’s back and clawed until she drew blood. Katya was trapped between raw fear and unimaginable erotic pleasure. Fear was more than an aphrodisiac for a Bright Eye and Dreyko went ravenous in her. Danka saw fresh blood trail down her brother’s back as Katya continued clawing and she went berserk. Her hands turned to claws, and she zipped towards Dreyko. Danka bared her fangs and bit deep into her brother’s neck as she dug her claws into his sides. The Twins’ eyes flashed brightly, and a terrifying threesome began.
Katya was convinced her end had come and released insane amounts of adrenaline, causing nuclear-level aphrodisiacs for The Twins. They were a tireless trio, and Katya was proud of herself for keeping up with their stamina, especially since The Twins were… superhuman! Cursed or not, she wanted so badly to be like them. She wanted to feel as strong as they felt, and be as fast as they were. She would trade everything to be just like them, sunlight and silver phobia or not. But for now, she was their pet. She was their plaything, sandwiched in a sexual parody of sheer savage gusto as they toyed with her everywhere: on the floor, the wall, the bed, the tables and even on the ceiling! Talk about copulation on the ceiling!
This was Katya’s version of heaven, having every orifice in her body filled up by Dreyko’s savagery. At times, Danka would be in the middle, and Danka pleased her like no woman ever had before. Katya had to admit, Danka was a pro. Perhaps such unrivaled expertise in the exhibiting such eroticism was one of the perks of having lived for more than a millennium. Katya and Danka seemed to have a hip gyration contest when they both straddled Dreyko; one gyrating on his pelvis and the other gyrating on his face. The women took turns on Dreyko and Dreyko returned the favor.
Katya was dismissed two hours later. She could not find her lingerie, but she was glad to leave the suite alive and more than just satisfied. Danka cuddled against her brother’s body, and The Twins lay on the bed, in silence, for a few minutes. Dreyko slowly stroked his sister’s long, black hair. She always loved how he did that. They were both born on the same day. Dreyko was the crown prince, and his birth sister had died at birth. On that same night, a fair maiden in a nearby village had also died giving birth to her only daughter. Her husband had died a few months prior due to an illness. A soldier had then brought the baby to the palace. She was named Danka and adopted into the royal family. As such, Dreyko and Danka were siblings by adoption, not by birth.
The royal family was a strange one. After giving birth to Dreyko, the queen’s mental condition had taken a turn for the worse, and she was confined to her private quarters for most of the day. But at night, she returned to a normal state of mind. As for the twins, they started exhibiting unusual strength and speed at puberty compared to their peers. One day, at age sixteen, they ran after a deer, caught up with it and snapped its neck just for the fun of it. The king was deeply concerned, but the doctors assured him that his children were just stronger and faster than other children were because of their special diets in the palace. The king still had his doubts. Even the king did not seem to age and once again, the doctors attributed his ‘slow aging’ to palace cuisine. And once again, the king thought he knew better.
On the twins’ eighteenth birthday, the king threw a great banquet to celebrate the special day. The rich and royalties from nearby regions came and presented gifts to the twins. A guest brought a rare wolf in a cage. It was covered in white fur and it stood at four feet tall on its legs. It was an exotic, scary-looking and impressive beast. Another guest brought in a gigantic, white bat with a wingspan of five feet. Danka laid claim on the wolf and Dreyko laid claim on the bat, despite their parents’ protests.
A week later, Danka was feeding the wolf in its cage and instead of tossing the creature its food, she unwisely decided to hold on to the piece of meat with her bare hand to her pet. She turned around to bid her brother come witness her bravery. But then, the wolf gnawed at her hand, almost biting it completely off. Dreyko heard Danka scream. He dashed to her rescue and forgot to lock up the bat in its cage. He realized his mistake too late as the uncaged, flying mammal ferociously attacked him. During the struggle, the bat dug its fangs deep into Dreyko’s neck, barely missing the jugular. Dreyko’s fury numbed his pain. He ripped the creature from his neck, slammed it to the ground and crushed its head under his boot.
Danka and Dreyko were rushed the palace infirmary and the palace doctor attended to them immediately. The king came to see them and was relieved to know that they would be alright. That night, Danka insisted on sleeping in her brother’s bed. She was too traumatized by the events of the afternoon, or so she claimed. The physicians had done a great job with saving her hand but not her mind. She sought solace in her brother’s arms as he gently caressed her head.
“I love you, brother,” she said a few moments after she had joined him in his quarters.
“I love you too, sister,” he replied. “I am sorry I was not there to protect you,” he added.
“It was not your fault,” she reassured him. “No one saw this coming.”
“If I only I had-,” he started saying, but Danka sat up and took his face in her hands.
“No brother, please do not do this to yourself,” she smiled weakly at him. “It was an accident and see,” she showed him her bandaged hand, “I still have my hand, right?”
“But what if - “ he started.
“The only thing that matters,” she cut him off, “is that the worst did not happen. I am right here, right now.”
Her eyes softened, and her face relaxed
“With you, Dreyko, my brother…”
Her lips parted slightly, and her head inclined at an angle as she inched towards him.
“My love!” and she kissed him on the lips.
Dreyko did not hold back. He returned the kiss. It was their first time and their first time together. Their pent-up lust for each other erupted like an angry volcano. Their garments disappeared as if by a magic trick and they united their naked bodies in an intense frenzy of erotic ecstasy. That night, they declared and sealed their hidden love for each other with their abominable union. That night, the bites from the wolf and the bat transformed the dormant to the dominant. That night, the sleeping monster of evil was birthed in its dark glory. Their souls merged as one, and in the moment of the joint, first-time climax, their carnality attained a purity that was aligned irrevocably to the dark side of their humanity. In that moment of joint, first-time climax, their dark sides intertwined in an etheric explosion that consumed their very essence as humans and erased their souls. In that moment of joint, first-time climax, Danka and Dreyko Pakola became two soulless creatures.
As they lay on the bed, spent and in reverie, they knew something significant had just happened to them. They could neither explain nor understand it, but they were unbothered. It would take six years for them to understand the metamorphosis they underwent that fateful night. But in the meant time, they would bask in each other’s warmth and love; and if anyone ever attempted to put them asunder, a certain death was guaranteed.
Three years later, their mother hanged herself. The king was distraught with grief, and as a family, they mourned their wife and mother. Three years after the queen’s suicide, the king went on a hunting trip, and his horse lost its footing on the hill. He went down with his horse into the rapids, which flowed into a waterfall. After more than two months of intense searching, his body was never found. And so, at age twenty-four, Dreyko Pakola was crowned king and he decreed that Danka would be his queen, for no other women in the kingdom was befitting of the status of queen.
“Brother,” Danka called softly, realizing that Dreyko had drifted off to memory lane.
“What is it, sister?” Dreyko asked, still stroking her hair.
“Do you trust The Scientist?” she asked.
“The only person I trust is you,” he replied. “But The Scientist is resourceful. Once he is done sy
nthesizing a…” he could not say the word.
“Cure?” she said and sat up on the bed locking eyes with him. “I know you hate that word, but it is just a word. We don’t need a ‘cure,’ per se. We just need…”
She paused and searched for a suitable word.
“An upgrade! Yes, we just need an upgrade, right?”
“You always know the right things to say, sister,” he said smiling. “Alright, once he is done with synthesizing our… upgrade, we will get rid of him; just as we will get rid of Hitler.”
“Let Hitler do all the heavy lifting, The Scientist the light lifting,” she smiled, “and then we will just waltz in and bask in our new glory!”
“I love it when you talk about the future like that,” he said grabbing her by her hair and forcing her head down on his hard extension.
She gladly obliged. He pulled her head back after two minutes, forced her on her stomach and took her from behind. As always, she offered no resistance.
“And I will ravage you like the dog you are, you filthy, stinking bitch!”
She moaned and climaxed just from him talking dirty. And just as he was about to explode inside of her, the alarms went off all over the building. He exploded anyway. The door slid open, and The Scientist stepped in. When he saw them in their current position, he averted his gaze to the side.
“Forgive me, your highnesses,” he spoke quickly, keeping his eyes away from them, “but there has been a breach!”
“And you can’t handle that?!” Danka hissed.
“No, your highnesses,” replied The Scientist. “It’s not just any kind of breach!” He swallowed and then continued, “It’s them… BOTH of them!”
“Who?!” Dreyko barked.
The Scientist finally looked in their direction and said, “Shi’mon and Yehuda!”
***
“You can come up with a story for Günter’s death, right?” Shi’mon asked Andrew.
“Sure!” replied his brother. “He made a move on you, and you took him out. Simple! I had warned them already about your superior skills.” Andrew smiled and rolled his eyes.
“And how did you survive?” Shi’mon continued his interview, ignoring his brother.
“It wasn’t easy, but I made it only because I’ve dealt with you before,” Andrew answered. “Most I could do was cut you on your bicep: nothing more than a scratch.”
“So, you’re going back without any sample of his blood then?” Yehuda asked.
“Unfortunately, no,” replied Andrew, turning to face Yehuda. “I know they won’t be pleased with me but oh well!”
“I’m sure they won’t be,” Yehuda concurred.
“And I suppose you already have a strategy on your end?” Shi’mon asked Yehuda, without making any attempt to hide his hatred for Yehuda.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” replied Yehuda, choosing to ignore the negative vibe coming from Shi’mon. “I have a luper undercover. Her name is Sasha. She was the one who told me about the London ambush. Her kind is aware that she and I had some history together and they believe that they could use her against me but, to my – to our – advantage, she’s loyal to me.”
“And what would you know about loyalty, traitor!” Shi’mon barked.
“In your perfect judgment,” retorted Yehuda almost immediately, “I may be a traitor, but I’m not the one who denied Master three times to save his own skin! So much for being a leader, I guess?” Yehuda sneered. “The Mighty St. Peter, leader of the twelve apostles of Jesus Christ, and the First Pope of the Roman Catholic Church!”
Yehuda turned around and spat on the ground.
“The most powerful man in the underworld?” he added. “More like the biggest coward and hypocrite. Your fakeness is second to none. You hide behind the very false laurels on which you ride. You’re a pathetic excuse for a leader and the only thing your-so-perfect-self is so perfect at, is casting the first rock at the sinner. After all, you’re only living up to your reputation, right? ‘The rock upon whom I will build my church’!”
Furious, Shi’mon started zipping towards Yehuda, but Andrew caught him at the hip and forced him to stop.
“Now’s not the time!” Andrew barked at Shi’mon, sparing a moment to glare at Yehuda. “We have more pressing matters at hand right now, brothers!”
“He’s not my brother!” Shi’mon fumed.
“And, as usual, your emotions are devoid of intelligent,” Yehuda added calmly, infuriating Shi’mon even more.
“Shut up, Yehuda!” Andrew ordered. “Just shut up!” Yehuda raised both hands.
“After two thousand years!” Andrew said.
He shook his head in disbelief and sighed.
“We have to come up with a strategy for tonight.” He turned his attention to Yehuda. “You said you’re working on something with Sasha already, correct?”
“I did,” replied Yehuda. “She’s headed back to the Berlin facility with a blood sample.”
“Good heavens!” Shi’mon exclaimed. “How could you give her a sample of your blood? And is she just going to waltz into the facility and be like, ‘Here’s a sample of his blood! I extracted it myself with a needle!’” Shi’mon threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You just signed her death sentence!”
“If you took half a second to pay attention to what I was saying, perhaps you would have realized that I said ‘a blood sample’ and not ‘MY blood sample,’” Yehuda replied without missing a beat. “The blood sample she has was obtained from the hospital.” He paused for effect.
“So, here’s her story: during the attack I was wounded, and she saw her opportunity to rip off the part of my jacket that had my blood on it.” He showed them the area on his jacket that had been snatched off. It looked authentic.
“The blood sample is human, alright,” Yehuda continued. “By the time they realize the blood sample is useless, it will already be too late.”
“Good plan, brother,” Andrew admitted. “I like it.” Yehuda nodded his thanks.
“We should get going,” Yehuda said as he looked at his watch. “Sasha should be at the facility within half-an-hour.”
“How will she get there so fast?” Andrew asked.
“Let’s just say she hopped on a late flight to Berlin,” replied Yehuda. “Like she was actually ON the plane right before it took off and because it is dark, no one noticed.”
“She sounds like a slick one,” Andrew said with a hint of admiration.
“That’s my Sasha!” Yehuda concurred with pride.
“Let’s move it,” Shi’mon commanded. “Time to bring down that facility!”
The three brothers formed a triangle, closed their eyes and merged their minds. Andrew visualized the Nazi facility for them since he was the only one among the three of them to have been there. As their minds became one, the space around them seemed to vanish and, with the speed of thought, beyond any temporal and spatial constraints, the three men were almost everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Then, what looked like a non-spatial portal formed and connected their current physical location to their visualized location. As soon as the connection was made, the complex protoplasmic constituencies of their bodies were reduced to etheric levels. They were sucked into this non-spatial portal in their etheric forms from their physical location and reconstituted at their visualized location in physical form. To the irrational, they had vanished from a field in Cote d’Or in France and reappeared in Berlin. And if Günter were still alive, he would have marveled at the fact that he had just witnessed a teleportation.
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE ASSAULT
Shi’mon, Andrew and Yehuda emerged from nothingness at about a kilometer from the Nazi facility in Berlin.
“Now, we wait for Sasha,” Yehuda said.
“She’d better hurry up!” Shi’mon said, impatiently. “Soon it will be sunrise.”
Eight minutes later, Sasha crouched behind the three men. She was still naked and clutched the piece of garment from Yehuda’s jacket in
her right hand.
“Before anything,’ Yehuda said and turned his attention towards Sasha. “Sasha, meet my brothers, Andrew and Shi’mon. We all had the same Master.”
“Please to meet you officially, Sasha,” Andrew said and offered a hand, but Sasha hugged him instead.
She then proceeded to hug Shi’mon and Shi’mon was courteous enough to return her hug.
“It’s an honor to meet you two, officially,” Sasha said with a kind smile. “Yehuda told me about you all a long time ago. It is comforting to know that I have an ally in there.”
“Likewise, Sasha,” Andrew said. “It will make our stay a lot more bearable.”
Shi’mon was still silent, despite his appreciation for their good fortune. He was, however, still furious that Yehuda had referred to him as ‘brother’.
“Unfortunately, we have to get moving. You two can catch up later,” Yehuda said. “We will give you a ten-minute head-start and then Andrew will come in later,” Yehuda said to Sasha. “His mission was the same as yours, and neither The Twins nor The Scientist have made any connection between Andrew and Shi’mon yet, safe for their work history.”
“Affirmative,” she replied, like a true soldier. “See you later, partner,” she addressed Andrew and winked.
“Aye, partner!” Andrew replied with a wink of his own.
She turned to zip away, but Yehuda caught her left arm. She hesitated for a moment and kept her eyes on the ground.
“Be careful, please,” Yehuda said in a voice that was heavy with care and concern.
After two heartbeats, she turned around and kissed him deeply on the lips before zipping away without a word.
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