by Aline Ash
I bite back the scathing reply that sits on the tip of my tongue. It’s all I can do to keep from launching myself across the table and tearing his throat out. I know doing that will only result in my sister’s death. Maybe my own too. But I would definitely be signing Daca’s death-by-torture warrant. So, I have no choice but to remain calm and assert whatever claims I may have.
“I have done all that you have required of me and I only ask that you fulfill your promise to me,” I say. “I ask that you allow me to see my sister.”
Wylto’s face darkens and the displeasure on it is clear. But I know that Wylto likes to see himself as an honorable man. A man of his word. He’s not, but that’s how he sees himself anyway, so that is the only real card I have to play.
. He looks up, those sharp reptilian eyes probing me. The moment of silence between us drags on, the air between us saturated with tension.
“Fine,” he finally says. “If it will stop your incessant whining, then fine.”
* * *
I sit in a small, windowless room furnished with nothing but two chairs. The room is made of the wood of undar trees, native to Tabia. It is a very dark wood that when polished, gleams like steel.
When I hear the chime sound, I quickly get to my feet, and when the door slides open, I feel my stomach lurch. My knees grow weak and I almost fall to the ground as she steps into the room. The door slides shut behind her and Daca dashes to me, throwing herself into my arms.
I am in such disbelief that I inhale deeply, capturing her scent, verifying that this is indeed my sister. She pulls back and looks at me, a smile on her face.
“Did you think they would send an impostor in my place?” she asks.
I grin. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
“It is me, brother,” she assures me.
It seems like a lifetime has passed since I last saw my sister. Though she looks the same—white fur with dark purple slashes, and the same violet eyes—I still have trouble believing that I am standing here with her. With Wylto, I honestly never truly know what will happen. He lets us see one another from time to time to make both of us obedient, submissive to his evil will.
I gesture for her to sit and then take my place in the chair before her. We lean forward, our knees touching, and I stare at her face for a moment. She has dark circles beneath her eyes and a haunted look within them. Though she is smiling and doing her best to reassure me that she is well, I can see through her words. I can see the pain and torment she has endured. It not only breaks my heart, it fills me with a rage that is deep and abiding.
“I cannot believe you are here,” I say, taking her hands in mine.
“Nor I,” she replies. “I missed you so much. I was worried they did something to you.”
“I missed you too, my love,” I say, and give her hands a light squeeze. “I can see you have not been treated well.”
She shrugs. “I have been treated well enough. Plenty to eat. Warm room and a comfortable bed. Better than many, I would guess.”
I think back to the underground cells and see the half-starved creatures within them. Remember the missing limbs, the dead, the dying, the ones who had been experimented on, their skin a ruin of blisters and tumors. Yes, she’s had it better than many. But that is not to say that Daca did not suffer still. I can see she has. Though like me, she has always been good at shielding her emotions, I know her better than anybody and I can see her pain.
“What has he done to you?” I ask.
She looks around and I see the apprehension on her face. I have no doubt we’re being watched and listened to, although there are no outward signs of surveillance. But I know Wylto was not about to let us speak freely without supervision. Not that I care. I have nothing to say that I would be nervous about him overhearing. Daca, though, seems afraid to speak, and that enrages me.
I lean forward and give her a hug. She raises her violet eyes to mine, and I see the torment swirling around inside her. Daca’s eyes shimmer with tears she is struggling to keep from falling.
“Tell me, sister,” I urge.
“H-he…” Her words trail off, and she clenches her jaw.
My sister has always been strong. Tough. She never backs down from a fight, and never lets anybody intimidate her. Seeing her now, seeing the fear and pain that grips her fuels the dark fires of rage burning within me.
But then she sits up again, her back straight, her face tight with anger of her own, and it does my heart good to see that they have not broken her completely. There is a light of defiance in her eyes that I have missed. That is my sister. Strong. Defiant. She is a warrior.
“He asked me to become his mistress, brother. I don’t know why he still did not use me against my will, but he did not and probably won’t, and I am thankful for that. The old idiot has a soft spot for me. But he asks me to strangle and spank him and threatens to kill you if I do not obey,” she admits, her voice trembling. “They also have conducted experiments…medical tests…upon me.”
A low growl passes my lips and I cut my eyes around the room, glaring darkly for all who would see. That the old bastard would dare lay hands on my sister hardens the hatred already burning in my heart for the Gargolians.
“I think they will eventually try to breed me,” she leans closer to confide. “I have heard them speak, and I think once the old fool loses his interest in me they will attempt to breed me.”
“Time is up,” Wylto’s voice booms, filling the small chamber.
The door opens and two burly Gargolians step in. Daca reluctantly gets to her feet. I stand and quickly pull her into a tight embrace. My emotions churn and roil. I want nothing more than to take her and fight our way out, get her somewhere safe, get us back to our mountains. But being in the heart of Wylto’s compound, I know we will not get far before we are cut down.
“Let’s go,” one of the guards growls.
Daca yelps as one of the Gargolians rips her from my arms. She looks back at me as they drag her from the room, her eyes shining with the defiance I know so well. It heartens me. She still has got this fiery spirit in her, she is not broken. And it gives me a strength I have been sorely lacking.
Chapter Fourteen
Tulo
After seeing my sister, I was brought back to our chamber. Eva came in a short time later, and though I was clearly agitated, she gave me some time to calm down. It’s been more than an hour and I haven’t calmed down yet – truthfully, I don’t know that I will. Knowing what Wylto is doing to my sister enrages me beyond belief. And as I pace back and forth in this cell, I feel utterly powerless.
“Are you all right?” Eva finally asks.
I grab a mug from the table and with a loud snarl, hurl it at the wall. It hits with a metallic ping and bounces away, hits the floor, then rolls under Eva’s bunk.
“I’m going to take that as a no,” she remarks.
I know it is not Eva I am angry with. And I know I should not be lashing out at her. There is just so much anger roiling around within me that I do not know what to do with it. I pace to the windows that sit in the rear wall and look out over the grounds of Wylto’s manor.
I watch as beings from faraway planets stroll leisurely through the gardens like they do not have a care in the world, but all I can think of is the indignities my sister has endured. Balling up my fist, I drive it into the window with a loud growl. The window, fortified by sonic shielding, does not give. My body trembles with my fury.
But then Eva is there, standing behind me. I feel her body pressed to mine, her hands on my arms. She turns me around to face her and I see her eyes, filled with compassion. We have grown close over our time in captivity.
I had closed off my feelings for a long time, but now, I do feel again. I don’t know how it happened or where that turn took place. All I know is that it happened, and I feel for her in ways I have never felt for anybody before, and I feel as protective of her as I do Daca. And my heart is aching at the thought that something could harm h
er too.
She looks into my eyes, her full lips slightly parted, a curious expression on her face. And in that moment, with all of my anger churning inside me, I can only think of one outlet that might alleviate it. I lean down and press my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue past her lips.
Eva’s gasp is lost in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around hers, tasting her breath. She grips my forearms and kisses me back with just as much intensity. Her tongue lashes mine and I pull her to me, her small, delicate frame engulfed by my own.
I kiss her neck, nipping at her flesh, feeling all of the energy inside me churning wildly as my staff grows thick, rigid. All of my rage turns to a lust that burns strong, and as I pull back and look into her face, I can see the same smoldering passion in her eyes. I have never desired somebody more than I want her.
Grabbing her around the waist, I spin her around and push her up against the wall. She gasps as I reach out and undress her, almost tearing the clothes from her body. Eva looks at me with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Leaning down, I take her pert nipple into my mouth, lapping and sucking at it as I knead the flesh of her other breast.
Eva presses her head back against the wall, eyes closed, then lets out a soft yelp of surprise when I give her breast a hard nip. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, sliding my tongue down her body until I’m on my knees before her.
She stands before me naked, and I breathe in her scent, savoring the smell of her arousal. I put her leg on my shoulder and lean forward, licking and sucking on her swollen bud. Eva cries out softly as I slide my tongue along the warm, wet center of her. She grabs hold of my hair and moans loudly as I plunge my tongue into her.
My tongue is awash in her sweet nectar and I lap at it eagerly, unable to get enough of it. I bury my face deeper between her thighs and Eva cries out, her grasp on my hair tight, pulling it hard. I drive a finger deep into her, filling her tight opening with it as I take her button between my lips and roll my tongue around it.
Hand and mouth working in unison, her juices running down my fingers, the taste of her upon my tongue, I bring her to the brink. And when her body tightens, I withdraw my finger, quickly replacing it with my tongue, desperate to taste her as she explodes.
Eva’s cry is long and stuttering, her breathing ragged. Her entire body quivers as she climaxes and I wince as she pulls my hair even harder, but continue to lap at her hot, wet core. Slowly, her muscles relax, and her breathing slows. The grip of her climax loosens, and she looks down at me with a sense of wonder in her eyes, and a trembling smile upon her lips.
My jura is thick and my desire is heightened by the fury that flows through my veins. I get to my feet and lift Eva up, pinning her against the wall with my body as I slip my hands under her bottom. She wraps her legs around my waist as I roll my hips forward, piercing her molten core with my rigid staff. Her eyes roll back, and she cries out as I start to thrust myself into her.
Eva digs her fingernails into my shoulders as I pound into her, the anger inside me fueling my movements. I know I can’t lash out in the way I want. I can’t strike down those who have done my sister wrong. So I burn the rage inside me the only way I can…by using Eva’s body hard and fast.
Her moans are long and salacious, her grip on my shoulders tightening as I drive myself into her with all of the furious energy inside me. She looks into my eyes and I can see the lust swirling inside them. She cries out, but is writhing against me, urging me on, all but begging me to use her harder.
I set her down on her feet and spin her around, pressing her against the wall again. I grab a fistful of her hair and jerk her head back as I slide my jura back into her slick opening. I fill her completely and she moans indecently. And as I start to pound her from behind, pulling her by the hair even harder, I slap her ass with every bit of strength I can muster.
Her scream is sharp but her body quivers. Her pysa tightens around my shaft as I drive it into her, growling and slapping her harder. The sharp crack of my hand upon her flesh drowns out her cries. But she writhes, her breathing ragged and shallow as I thrust myself into her again and again, slamming myself into her with a wild abandon I have never known.
Eva’s flesh is red, and I see the distinctive outline of my hand. But she pushes herself back against me, grinding her dripping wet pysa onto my jura, urging me on.
“Fuck me, Tulo,” she gasps. “Just like that. God yes, fuck me just like that.”
I grit my teeth as a low growl passes my lips and my body tightens. And although this is not our first time, I am still surprised she is able to handle the intensity of our mating. She enjoys how rough I am with her and seems to want even more and that inflames my arousal even higher.
A choked gasp bursts from her throat as I plunge into her even deeper and jerk her head backward. A moment later, the cry that fills our cell is longer and louder than all the rest. Eva’s entire body shakes wildly, and her inner walls tighten around my stalk even more as her climax takes her.
One last thrust pushes me over the edge and I erupt. I throw my head back and let out a mighty growl as my seed flows into her with the force of a river. The intensity leaves me lightheaded for a moment. My breath is shallow, and I lean forward, placing a hand against the wall on either side of her, just to hold myself up. Eva trembles even harder as she feels my seed filling her.
I take a staggering step backward, watching rivulets of my pale blue seed sliding down the insides of her thighs. With the taste of her still upon my lips, I feel my arousal growing once more. I turn Eva around again, holding her to the wall, and find her mouth with mine again, not done with her just yet.
Chapter Fifteen
Eva
My legs are weak, I’m shaking like mad, and I haven’t yet caught my breath when Tulo spins me around and kisses me hard again. His tongue fills my mouth and despite having just had the most explosive orgasm of my life, the feeling of his kiss in addition to having his cum inside me sends waves of desire and lust rippling through me.
I feel myself growing hot and wet again. Wanting more. Needing more.
As he presses me against the wall, I reach down and grab hold of his cock. It’s slick with both his cum and my juices, and my hands slide easily up and down his length. I can’t believe how hard he still is. I sink into his kiss, gripping his cock even harder, squeezing it for all I’m worth. His low groan is lost in my mouth as I keep jerking him off.
I revel in the feeling of his cum inside of me, still trying to get used to the way it makes me tingle. It reminds me of menthol. It’s strange, but not entirely unpleasant.
Still gripping my hair, Tulo drags me over to one of the chairs and he sits down. He pulls me onto his lap, and I scoot up, shuddering as I grind my clit against his rock hard cock, making sure to run it over those thick ridges on his shaft. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes as my body explodes with sensation and goosebumps march across my skin.
I open my eyes and Tulo’s gaze pins me to my spot. His face is filled with the purest, most intense desire I’ve ever seen. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever encountered. He makes me feel like a work of living art, or a goddess made flesh.
He leans forward and as he sucks and bites my nipples, I moan and run my fingers through the downy soft fur atop his head. The gentle white glow surrounds him again and I feel my body aching with desire. Grabbing hold of his cock, I nestle it between my lips, which are swollen, sensitive, and slippery.
Raising myself on his lap, as I slowly start to slide down his stiff cock, taking him into me inch by glorious inch, I moan loudly. The feeling of his cock, those ridges encircling his cock sliding against my walls, set off intense explosions of feeling inside me.
When I have him fully sheathed within me, I grip his shoulders and pause, giving myself a moment to adjust to the feeling of having him buried so deep inside me. He’s just so fucking big and he stretches me open. The sharp prick of pain I feel is intense, but not nearly as intense as
the ecstasy I feel while he’s fucking me.
A low growl passes Tulo’s lips and he grabs hold of my waist, his thick fingers pressing into my skin. Unable to wait any longer, he starts to move me up and down on his dick, hard and fast. I lean forward, digging my nails into his skin as I’m gripped by alternating waves of pleasure and pain.
He continues moving me, impaling me upon his cock as he thrusts himself upward at the same time. I throw my head back and cry out as he fucks me. Tulo reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat. His other hand slips around behind me and he delivers a sharp smack to my ass at the same time he squeezes my neck. I feel myself growing red with both exertion and the feeling of having my air cut off. My head grows light and I feel dizzy. But I grab hold of his wrist, making him leave it in place and encourage him to squeeze my throat even harder.
I’ve given up even the pretense of having control and find myself entirely at Tulo’s mercy. He is simply taking me and using me how he wants. And I find it hotter than any other time I’ve had sex in my life. I’m dripping wet and my entire body is vibrating with desire.
Tulo chokes me harder, the sharp crack of his hand on my ass echoing in my ears as I rise and fall on his long, thick cock.
“Faster,” he snarls. “Harder. Fuck me.”
A salacious smile curling my lips, I do as he says. Riding him harder, taking him deeper, and fucking him with every ounce of my strength. I see bursts of light popping in my eyes and feel myself growing lightheaded as I continue to ride him for all I’m worth.
And then he loosens his grip and I breathe in deep lungfuls of air, coughing and sputtering. Tulo’s grin is feral, and once I’ve caught my breath, he gets to his feet, picking me up along with him. He moves over to his bunk and lays me down on my back, his cock still buried inside of me. Bracing himself on his arms above me, Tulo leans down and kisses me again, then trails his tongue down to my breasts. He gives my nipple a firm bite as he starts to move within me again.
