by L M Adams
“Never touch me again,” Jack’s voice is strong, filled with the power of time itself, of the ocean dark cold and crushing.
“Of course,” I withdraw my hand. “I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but I am sorry. I did not think things would get so bad.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Jack sits up in the bed, his skin flush with power.
He stands up, his body completely healed.
“Bring me the girl,” he orders.
I want to say something, give him some explanation. The cold look carves out my soul, the look tells me to shut up and do as he says. I go to get her and bring her back into the room.
She’s a small thing, nothing more than a pleasure slave. Human most likely. I want to come to her defense. But I have no real argument, she knew what would happen. She knew what she was doing. Maybe she enjoyed it, maybe she didn’t. Maybe it really isn’t her fault. But none of things matter anymore because none of those things matter to Jack.
“I begged you to stop, now you will beg me to stop.” He grabs her, yanking her away from me and pushes her against the wall.
“Stand against the wall, Jaevia.”
I stand where I’m told and he bites into her neck viciously. I stand there horrified as Jack, my Jack, kills her. He drinks her down, all with her screaming and begging for him to stop, as he promised she would. He turns to me, holding the dead girl’s body against the wall, her blood covering his face, dripping from his chin, fangs fully extended, a coldness in his gaze. He wants to do that to me.
“Oh no, I plan to take my time with you. Bring me the guard.” He lets go of the girl’s lifeless body, it slides to the floor leaving a trail of blood on the wall behind her.
I go to the door and order the guard back into the room.
“It was funny to you when my dick was going to be taken from me? Let’s see how funny it is to be without your head,” Jack walks over to the guard grabbing his head dragging the guard to his feet. He stares into my eyes and twists the guard’s head to an impossible angle, the sound of his neck snapping is horribly loud for some reason. Jack keeps pulling, ripping the head from the guard’s body. Part of the spinal cord comes with it. He drops the head, and releases the guards body at the same time, blood spurts from one of the guard’s main arteries as the heart still pumps, not knowing it’s dead yet.
Jack’s naked body covered in blood, faces me, this is what he is. This is Jack in his truest form, this is what he is when he lets the evil out. Or more specifically when I force that evil out of him.
He walks towards me, I back up to the wall. Jack’s eyes burn molten blue and silver, pulling on both the power of Vayrá and the power of the moon. I’ve never seen him do this before; it’s always been either or.
He traps me against the wall, my heart hammers in my chest. My succubus wants me to flood him again, I won’t do it. We battle over control. Let me handle this I think to her. He will kill us. He will kill us if there is even a hint of succubus power in the room.
“On your knees.” His voice is cruel, but what did I expect? I slip down to my knees, making sure I don’t even graze his body.
“In your mouth, Jaevia.” I open my mouth and move to capture his soft manhood in my mouth.
“No one will ever know the things that happened here. From the outside nothing will have changed between us, but at night, every night I will hurt you. I will find new ways… what you did to me will pale in comparison.”
His cock hardens in my mouth, aroused by the thought of the exquisite torture he’ll force me to endure. I kneel there and allow him to fuck my mouth. He stuffs his harden member down my throat until I cannot breathe, he holds himself there.
“They told me to not trust the Kindred, I didn’t believe them. I chose to believe in you. This is my fault. This is why I will not kill you.”
My vision becomes blurry at the lack of oxygen, my body begins to jerk, trying to remove him from my throat, my lungs burn desperately, and yet I don’t even raise my arms to try and fight him off. He reaches down grabbing my hair and pushes himself further down.
“Good whore, good whore. Your every breath is on my whim. Do you understand, Jaevia? Your life is mine.” I try to make a sound of agreement, but I can’t manage it. Stars dance in my vision, I’m going to pass out.
He pulls back away from me suddenly. I fall forward into the growing pool of blood from the girl and the guard. My right hand slaps harshly into the pool of the warm commingled blood, their lifeless bodies directly in my vision. I breathe in the precious air, my lungs burn horribly.
“Don’t move.”
I lay in the warm blood as he begins jerking off, he comes on the floor beside my face.
“You know what to do, whore.”
Chapter Fifty-one
In death there is freedom
I cry quietly on the floor as Jack strips down the guard, taking his clothes and putting them on. I don’t dare move, he’s not given me permission.
“You’ve paid your debt, Jaevia, everything is fine. Get up.”
I get up slowly, he stands up from the bed after putting on the guard’s boots. They are a good fit. He does his best to clean the blood from his face. I don’t think it’s going to help, the guard's uniform looks like someone was beheaded while wearing it. The dark blue is doing a lot to cover the blood.
He closes the distance between us, I jump, unable to help it. He tilts my head back. I look up at him, he lowers his head and kisses me, like my old Jack, like the man who loves me. I don’t understand it, I don’t care why, I don’t question it. I’m just thankful. I raise my arms around his neck, his arms wrap around my waist.
He pulls back from the kiss and smiles down at me, his eyes have settled back into the blue graphite I’m used to.
“Now what in goddess’s name have you gotten us into, love?” He smiles at me.
My brow wrinkles in confusion, what happened to the scary fucking vampire that was just ripping off heads and choking me with his dick? Bat shit crazy. Fuck, this isn’t anything close to sane. But I’m out of time. I need to get cleaned up and to Sheba.
“I… I. Into a lot of trouble.” I finally manage to get out. I shake myself.
“They have Big Mike, you have to save him.” I bend down and use the blood on the floor to draw a map. Well, I’m not exactly sane either.
“We are here, there’s a huge encampment here. Filled with not-wolves. I have to get to Sheba, I will kill her. I’ll make some excuse to get to Big Mike and get him out of the cage. You hide in the woods here; they are guarded heavily. You cannot be seen, Jack. I’ll hand him off to you, you have to reach the car. Hopefully it’s where we left it. Get a message to Tabari, tell them not to attack, there are too many of them. I will cover your tracks, create a diversion.”
“How will you get out?” He asks. I just look at him.
“I don’t, Jack. Hopefully the Kindred can send enough to cleanse this quickly. I don’t know what will happen without Sheba here. I don’t know who is next in command.”
“I will not leave you here, Jaevia.” He actually sounds like he cares.
“There’s no time to argue, this is the plan. I never expected to live past the night. Let me die in my own way. If I’m unsuccessful in killing Sheba, just get out. You won’t be able to make it to Big Mike. If you can’t save him, warn everyone. The Wolf Mother will kill them if Big Mike dies. Tabari might be able to protect you all, you definitely will be safe at the Kindred Palace, even the old god’s power is useless there. I’m sorry, Jack, for everything.”
I stand up from the blood made map and use my boot to erase the traces of our plan.
“Get a message to Tabari and the others. They will attack at dawn, stop them. I feel the sun coming, you must hurry. Give me three hours, not a moment more, to get Big Mike to you. If I don’t show, assume I’ve failed and get yourself out.” He nods his head once and steps forward drawing me into a kiss.
“I will find a way to save you, Jaevia.”<
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“I don’t deserve to be saved.” I turn from him and walk out the door.
Where the fuck are the showers?
It seems having a woman walk up to you covered in blood is completely normal here, it is hell. I find another guard and ask him to show me to the showers. He doesn’t say anything, just does as he’s told. Sheba must have put the word out, my orders are to be followed, and another piece of the puzzle clicks into place.
I’m led to the same floor as the torture chamber and into a large gang shower. I clean up quickly scrubbing blood, the smell of Jack, of shame, from my skin. I have to wash my hair and let it air dry. I don’t have any clean clothes so I step from the bathroom with my clothes and boots in hand and only a towel covering my nakedness. I find another guard standing at the end of the main hallway. I ask her to direct me to Sheba’s rooms. We climb back to the top floor. The entire top floor must be just for her.
I’m led to a door with two guards standing beside it. We knew there would be guards. I hum a little in my throat. I hand my clothes to the one that led me to the room.
“Have these cleaned and returned to me in two hours.”
“Ma’am,” the female guard takes the clothing from me, I hang on to my boots. I’d at least wiped them down.
I open the door and step into a gorgeous bedroom. A four poster bed takes up most of the room; thick wooden posts, sheer curtains hang seductively from the bed. The room smells of her, my eyes glow in response. I’ve stuffed most of the power I’d taken from Jack down into the bottomless pit Sheba carved out, I hope she will not be able to sense it. She may think it is a threat, and I need her to relax her guard.
I set my boots down beside the door.
“You are late,” comes Sheba’s voice carrying with it her pheromones, it makes me shiver with desire.
She steps around the far side of the bed, naked, with only a dildo strapped to her in a harness. The phallus is called my favorite. It’s ugly hard shiny metal, not rubber, no give will come from it. She told me she had it made special for me, so it should be my favorite, and it is what I was made to beg for. She’d made it the same size as Lucien after I’d shown her with my hands one night how large he was. She told me it was better than Lucien. I’d nodded my head agreeing wholeheartedly.
“Mistress, it was necessary for me to discipline him further.”
“Have I ever cared for excuses, Jaevia?”
“No Mistress,” I respond quickly. Stupid Jae, stupid; never explain, always accept.
“Then let us get your punishment over with so that we can get to the pleasure. I do not need to tie you, do I?”
“No Mistress, I submit,” I drop the towel and walk quickly to the bed, I climb on and kneel on all fours. I spread my legs, arch my back lay my head flat on the bed, just as she trained me to do. And then she is behind me and I lose track of time as she punishes me for being five minutes late.
I scream for her, I beg her, I promise to not fuck up again, clawing at the covers screaming as she takes me without mercy. But I don’t dare move, I don’t attempt to keep her from what I owe her for being disobedient. She pulls from me finally, my body shudders as the brutal invasion finally comes to an end.
“You may heal.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” My body begins repairing the damage she’s caused.
The pain finally begins to ease. I take a shuddering breath ignoring the blood on the sheets where I’d just been. My blood in the presence of Sheba is nothing new. She’s being kind giving me permission to heal. Most times she doesn’t, forcing her slaves to allow their bodies to heal human slow from the inhumane torture.
I hear my favorite fall to the floor with a clink. My stomach squeezes tightly at the sound, sending a fresh wave of pain, she’s caused internal damage. It will take some time for my body to heal my savaged womb. I’m thankful she wasn’t in the mood for anal.
I feel the bed dip as she climbs on it beside me. I turn to her. She is beautiful. I should hate her for what she’s just done to me, but I deserved it. I deserve so much worse for the betrayal I’m about to commit.
“Thank you, Mistress, for punishing me,” I say.
“Of course, little love, of course.” Then her lips are on mine and I taste heaven itself. I moan into her mouth and roll her to her back, I kiss her deep drowning in the glorious smell of her. I break the kiss and begin lavishing her body with my tongue. I lick her everywhere, every inch, front and back, down and up.
“You may have a taste.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I cry out as I bury my face between her thighs, finally. She allows me to taste her for a long time. I suck gently on her bud of nerves and use my tongue to flick just the tip of her clitoris, I crash her over the abyss into pleasure again and again. I, however, am left with my own desire to eat at me. I don’t dare even beg to come. I don’t deserve her pleasure, I should make the last moments we have a beautiful thing.
“Kneel, Jaevia.” I drag my mouth away from her pussy with a moan, I could go for days eating her. She’d trained me to do it and to love every moment with a grateful heart.
I lean back on my knees and look down at her beautiful body. Her small breasts, the tips tightened in pleasure that I have given her. I can’t believe how generous she is to me sometimes.
I watch the tentacle of her power escape from her pelvis, from her Sacral. It radiates power. Thick and slick like a snake. It rises out of her body, pure violet, she’s not a mutt like me. I lean back and grab my ankles and wait. Do not move Jaevia, do not move I remind myself. She makes it worse if you move, accept her will. I breathe out as her power strikes me, I scream as it latches onto my Manipura, making all of my Chakra feed from her power and not my own. The first one always hurts, horribly so. I scream as she begins to seduce my seven.
If she sees your mind’s eye, she will know our plan, this is it, we must make our stand. How? I scream in my mind as Sheba’s tentacle breaks through my back at the base of my spine, the Muladhara. Her power wraps around my waist tightly.
Do unto others as you would have done to you. I call the power I hold forward, and form my own tentacle, I don’t even think about it. I let it escape from my body and dive right into Sheba’s Manipura. She screams at the suddenness of it, sitting up.
“What are you doing, Jaevia? You will withdraw immediately.” Her voice is laced with power, her eyes glow. Her power pulses through the tentacle, through my body. Enough to bring thousands of thralls under her power with a thought. But she has trained me too well. I grunt letting go of my ankles.
I reach for her throat pushing her back onto the bed with the weight of my body. Sheba, for all her power, is not trained in the physical arts. She tries to claw at my fingers. I hold tight. It’s a race to the finish, both of our tentacles crashing through each other’s Chakras, angry and unyielding. She has spent a lifetime inflicting pain and not resisting it and so my tentacle finishes a hair’s breath before hers.
I wrap the tentacle back into myself; weaving through each of my own Chakra, I seduce the bitch’s seven. Her tentacle finishes the race and wraps back into her, but I am in control. I finished first, I feel her power run through my body.
“Nothing new bitch, show me something new,” I grind out between my teeth.
She reaches for all the power under her control, all of the power she has stored in every thrall here, every scrap of it. And dumps it into me. Like a wave of horror it fills me, burning my synapses as it goes.
Well here we are, this is where I become a thrall, this is where I lose.
We will not. You know what you must do. You must trust me, give me the power, give it to me. My succubus demands. It will be more than enough for her to take over, more than enough to end me, to keep me prisoner in my own body.
She will kill them all, she knows you’ve set Jack free, she knows everything. Now, or it is the end of us all.
Supernaturals and humans alike all have a drive to survive, some instinct, some primitive reaction.
It can override your desire to do the right thing; instead, driving you to do the necessary thing.
I cry out as I let the power go into the hollowed-out part of my soul. The part Sheba carved out day after day. The part I have found nothing that could fill it no matter how I’ve tried. And I have tried everything. I give it all to the place where my succubus lives. I drink down the bitch. I feel her shock that I can take so much.
“You trained me too well, Sheba, too well.” I grunt out.
I swear our powers clash and vibrate together, if only for a moment. I feel Sheba try to break the connection; to pull back, try to pull the tentacle from me. I hold on tight, draining her, each of her Chakra. She looks at me in horror, realizing what I am doing. I loosen my hold on her throat as her body begins to shrivel under me. Muscle, fat, sinew, all dries up before my eyes. She’s too weak to even lift an arm now.
Her skin dries turning a putrid yellow; I can see the veins underneath so easily. I relax my body, lying on her gently, I don’t want to hurt her. I pet her hair. It’s dry as straw now, dying like the rest of her.
“Why? I love you Jaevia, I love you.” Her voice weak, sounding like an old woman. Her violet eyes burn with hurt and confusion. Somewhere, in some way, she had loved me, as much as a creature like her can love.
“And I love you Sheba, but this is the end of us. ‘Tis the way it must be. We both know it is true. I will never be free as long as you live and it’s time for me to be free. It is time for you to die.”
I lower my head to her lips and drink in the last of her power. I drink in her soul, everything she has left, everything she is. I feel her heart under me slowing and then silencing. My own heart aches in pain.
I lift my head and roll off her body, gathering her, now nothing more than a bag of bones, in my arms. I cry as my heart breaks. Goddess help me what have I done?
You’ve killed the only person you’ve ever really loved.
Chapter Fifty-two
The gambit
I’m running short on time. If I’m to get Big Mike, I need to move now, dawn is coming. I lay Sheba back on the bed and cover her body; I kiss her forehead gently.
