by Jaid Black
There was nothing. Behind them there was a steep cliff, its sharp drop to the valley below tantalizing them with a lure of instant death. In front of them there was the creature, its massive dagger-like teeth protruding from its mouth in preparation of feasting. The women glanced toward each other, deciding in that moment it would be best to plummet over the cliff. They scooted closer to the edge.
The creature, sensing it was about to lose its prey, leapt closer, its massive legs lunging with a frightening speed toward them. The women screamed, realizing they had made their decision to jump a second too late.
Wide-eyed and breathing raggedly, Giselle whimpered as the beast closed in. Handing over Zari to Yoli, she shielded them all behind her in an instinctive gesture. She knew she was about to die, saw it in the beasts’ eyes. “Run!” she said frantically to Yoli. “At least try to run!”
Yoli did as she’d been bade, clutching the hatchlings to her breasts as she made a beeline for the jungle. The creature tracked their movement with its lit-up eyes and hesitated. Knowing it was deciding whether or not to follow them, Giselle snagged its attention back to her.
“Just take me!” she screamed, unable to bear the thought of what would become of Rem if their babies didn’t live and equally unable to bear the thought of her children dying so heinously. “I’m here you bastard right in front of your face! Just take me!”
The creature decided on expedience, his head darting back to size her up. Whipping out its massive arms, Giselle was plucked up off of the ground in less time than it took to blink. Its razor-sharp nails dug into her skin and induced droplets of blood to flow down her arms as it drew her in closer to its mouth.
She closed her eyes tightly, unable to watch. Her breathing labored, it took her a suspended moment to realize that nothing was happening. No teeth had cut into her. No fangs had ripped open her neck. Unable to bear the suspense a moment longer, her eyes flew open to see why the creature had paused.
It was staring at her. No, not at her precisely, but at her...freckles.
The creature released her and she plummeted to the ground, the impact of the fall jarring her knees. She was so dumbstruck at what was happening before her that all she could do was scramble to her feet and watch, the thought to run never once dawning on her.
This devolved being, this creature, was fighting within itself. Just as Rem’s eyes had flickered back and forth on past occasions so too was this monster’s. Something about her had triggered some distant memory, some past recollection of a former life and a former self.
Giselle felt tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at this thing that had almost been her husband. Like Rem, this beast had once been a man with all the hopes and dreams for a happy future that any other man harbored. But somewhere along the line something had happened and his mind had snapped. Biology had taken over from there, devolving him into the Trystonni version of the missing link.
The creature’s eyes flicked back and forth in color, in the end remaining their lit-up green. Where Rem had been able to defend himself against the changes, this being was too far gone. And worse yet, he knew it.
Giselle pressed a hand to her mouth the moment she understood what the creature meant to do. In a piercing and no doubt short-lived moment of sanity, it looked down at her and whispered “forgive me Aparna” before throwing itself off of the cliff.
She walked the few steps it took to bring her to the cliff’s edge and watched the creature plummet for long moments before finding death by impalement on the sharp branch of a silver tree in the valley below.
Giselle sank to her knees and took a deep breath. “Bloody hell,” she murmured.
* * * * *
Rem found his nee’ka sitting by the cliff, staring unblinkingly at the remains of the devolved creature below. She didn’t move when he placed a hand on her shoulder and he suspected he knew the reason why. He had failed her. She wanted him no more.
“Giselle,” he said softly, cradling her from behind, “when I left to find my brother and Death I truly believed ‘twas impossible to break that seal.” He ran his hands over her breasts from behind, just needing to feel her, to be close to her. “I know ‘twill take many, many moon-risings, my hearts, but I can only pray you will come to forgive me.”
“Rem—”
“’Tis for a certainty,” he interrupted her, his voice rough with emotion, “that I deserve no forgiveness. I should never have left you,” he whispered fiercely, “not ever.” He squeezed her tighter. “But I can vow this very moment ‘twill not happen again.”
“Rem—”
“By the goddess,” he ground out, the veins in his biceps bulging as he held her, “’twould have driven me to my devolution had you died.”
She cocked her head to glance at him from over her shoulder. “May I speak now?” she asked with a teasing smile.
He eyed her warily. “That depends upon your verdict.”
Her nose crinkled. “Verdict?”
“On whether or not you will forgive me.”
She sighed. “You take the alpha male thing to appalling extremes at times.” At his furrowed brow she clarified that statement a bit. “Don’t be an idiot, there’s nothing to forgive.”
He ran his hands over her breasts and groaned. “Ah nee’ka, I would that I could believe that.”
“It’s true. I can’t fault you for doing the right thing.” Her nod was definitive. “You thought you could help Kil and Death and you thought the seal was impenetrable. You made the best decision based upon what you knew at the time.”
“Ah, wee one, you are too good to me.”
She smiled as she snuggled back into his large frame, enjoying the feel of his warm hands massaging her engorged breasts. They were quiet for a long moment, both of them content to hold the other without speaking. Eventually it was Rem who broke the silence.
“How?” he said simply.
She knew what he meant without questioning him. “He thought I was the goddess you worship.”
Rem’s hands stilled on her breasts. “The spots?”
“Uh huh.”
He resumed the massage. “I told you true when I said they were bedeviling.”
She closed her eyes and smiled when the massage reached her nipples. She didn’t want to think of the creature any longer. It was dead. It would cause no more pain and it would be in no more pain. “How long until a fortnight?” she murmured, changing the subject.
He sighed wearily. “Twelve Yessat days, thirty Nuba-hours, and seventeen Nuba-minutes.”
“Bloody hell.”
Chapter 21
Twelve days later on Sypar...
Giselle’s lips pinched together in a frown as she walked through the wintry fresh gardens of the Ice Palace with her new sisters-in-law. She shook her head and sighed as the group stumbled upon the High King Jor, his eyes closed in bliss as his harem attended to his needs right there in the middle of her ice-gardens.
Naked bound servants were all over the massive warrior, massaging his chest, popping plump nipples into his mouth, riding his cock into bliss.
“I hate to ask you this,” Giselle said to Kyra and Geris, “but do I have this to look forward to with Kilak as well?”
Kyra sighed like a martyr. “Uh huh.” She glanced down at her coupling son and shook her head in defeat. “Truth be told it doesn’t bother me any longer. I mean, at least he comes out and does it where I can see him now.”
Giselle gawked at her. “You want to see it?”
Geris chuckled. “That’s not what she meant.” She shook her head and grinned. “I remember when my son Dar turned thirteen and got his harem. I didn’t see heads or tails from my boy for a solid three weeks. He stayed in his rooms and played with his bound servants day and night.”
Giselle laughed. “I take your point. In other words,” she said to Kyra, “you put up with the sight of him coupling just so you can see him.”
The Empress glanced down at her son during the same moment he s
purted his life-force into the channel of his favored bound servant. Her lips pinched together. “Yep. That about covers it.”
Giselle half snorted and half laughed as the trio turned on their heels and made their way back to the great hall. It was amazing, simply astounding, that her life had been altered so fundamentally within so short of a time period. But all for the better. Definitely all for the better.
“This palace is gorgeous,” Geris remarked as they strode toward where their warriors and children were sitting around the raised table talking, drinking matpow, eating, and laughing. Since Giselle couldn’t have a consummation feast the family had decided to throw a celebratory feast on her behalf instead. “When Dak told me it was called the Ice Palace I had no idea he’d meant it literally.”
Giselle nodded, warming to the topic. She loved it here as well, though they’d only been home a few short days. “The atmosphere of the entire moon is rather on the frosty side and, indeed, the palace itself was molded from ice-jewels.”
Kyra’s brow wrinkled. “Ice-jewels?”
“Yes.” She pointed towards an ice-jeweled wall. “In the deepest ice-mines of Sypar, splinters of ice fuse with precious white gems to create the ice-jewel. The process takes thousands of Yessat years to accomplish which is why the gem is so costly.”
“That is so cool.” Kyra grinned. “I didn’t even know such a thing existed. But then again, Rem was never much of a talker. Not until he found you that is.”
Giselle smiled. “I really love him.”
“I know. And he really loves you. I’m glad you two found each other.”
When Giselle’s eyes clashed with Rem’s as she strode toward him, she told herself again how lucky she was. Never in all of her wildest dreams from the sleepy little country town of Shoreham had she ever expected to find such vast contentment.
Settling herself next to her Sacred Mate who was busily showing off their panis to his brothers, Giselle ran a hand over his strong jaw then cuddled against him as she listened to the conversation taking place.
“I apologize brothers,” Kil said as he raised his goblet of matpow to his lips, “but I fear I must leave this moon-rising to see to my sectors.”
Zor raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been seeing to your sectors a lot as of late. I hope there is naught amiss?”
Ah, but there is plenty amiss. Your foolish brother cannot stand to be separated from his own bedeviling bound servant. “Nay,” Kil murmured, “naught is amiss.”
Giselle glanced up at Rem and grinned when she felt him place a kiss on the tip of her spotted nose. “You know what tonight is, don’t you?” she whispered.
His eyes raked over her hungrily, settling over-long at her engorged breasts. Her moosoos, he noted, looked resplendid this moon-rising in the shimmering black qi’ka she wore. “Think you I can forget, wench?” He bent his neck to place tantalizing kisses behind her ear and on her neck. “Take my hatchlings upstairs, nee’ka, and have them put abed,” he said thickly. “I shall make our excuses and follow right behind.”
“Mmm,” she whispered, the flesh between her thighs already wetting for him, “will do.” Standing up, she winked across the table to Kyra and Geris who grinned back at her then took Zari and Kilak from her husband’s massive arms. She kissed their fluffy golden heads, inhaling their fresh baby scents.
Rem threw her a worried look. “’Tis too much weight, Gis. Give me one of my hatchlings and I’ll go up with you anon.”
So they both made their excuses to their family before rushing upstairs to put their hatchlings down for the night. “I’ve a surprise for you when at last we’re alone,” Rem murmured as they finally reached the second floor.
She grinned. “I can hardly wait to see it.”
Five minutes later when they were alone in their bedchamber and Rem summoned off her qi’ka, Giselle began to laugh hysterically when her husband held up his present.
He grinned back, a charming dimple popping out. “I had it specially made for you, my hearts. It cost over five thousand credits I’ll have you know.”
She shook her head and chuckled. “An ice-jewel papoose?”
His eyebrows waggled. “Aye. And ‘tis vesha soft,” he said through glazed-over eyes.
Giselle sucked in her breath as he harnessed her, plucking her off of the ground, slipping her through the papoose, and impaling her all in one fluid motion. “Oh Rem,” she breathed out, “I’ve missed your cock so much.”
“Have you?” he ground out, his jaw clenching as he began to walk about the bedchamber.
“Oh yes.”
“Shall I walk faster for you then, my lusty little wench?”
“Oh Rem—oh yes.”
He bounced her up and down on his shaft, the sound of her greedy moans like music to his ears. Her engorged breasts jiggled wantonly, inducing him to palm the heavy globes and suckle from them.
“Faster. Walk faster.”
“Mmm,” he murmured in between laps at her nipples, “’tis a good nee’ka who begs for her Sacred Mate’s cock.” He walked faster, the popping sound of a nipple leaving his mouth echoing in the bedchamber as he gritted his teeth at her tight flesh. “How does this feel?” he asked arrogantly, impaling her channel mercilessly.
Giselle groaned. Licking her lips seductively, she met his gaze as she ran her fingers about her spots. “It’s making them tingle,” she whispered.
Rem’s nostrils flared as he clutched her hips and prepared to spurt his life-force deep in her channel. “Then this should make them scream, my little papoose-wearing seductress.”
As her bridal necklace began to pulse, Giselle could only agree.
Bloody hell! She loved her papoose!
Epilogue
The dominant red moon of Morak, later that moon-rising...
She was gone. She had run away.
Bellowing like a madman, Kil’s fist came crashing down upon the closest tabletop, shattering the crystal structure into a million pieces.
She had left him. She had dared to escape him whilst he’d been away.
Barking at one of his warriors to prepare a highspeed conveyance for his departure, Kil’s heavy footfalls could be heard throughout the palace corridor as he made his way to the launching pad.
If she thought she could escape him, he told himself grimly, then she had better think again. He would find her. He had a lock on her scent.
The scar on his cheek twisted in rage as he alighted into his high-speed conveyance. In the midst of his fury it never dawned on the King of Morak that there was a reason he was able to get a lock on her scent to begin with. All he knew was that he had to have her back. And he had to have her anon.
King Kil Q’an Tal, the most feared and ruthless warlord that the time dimensions had ever known, launched from the conveyance pad preparing to do what it was he did best. He was preparing to hunt. The only difference, he thought as his jaw clenched unforgivingly, was that this time what he hunted was a wench.
* * * * *
She accepted the bag of credits from the tradesman who had offered her a high price for one of her qi’kas. Glancing over her shoulder to make certain she wasn’t being followed, she fled into the busy village and made her way towards the tiny crystal shack she was hiding out in.
She stopped for a moment as a strange flutter quivered through her belly. That was the second time in as many weeks. Reminding herself that she had no time to ponder the foreign sensation, she walked briskly into the village centre, her scent mingling as one with the other passersby.
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