by Marata Eros
Brolach watched as his leader fucked the demon breeder in her tight ass with his tail, pressing the full, forearm-sized appendage deeply inside her. The meat of it disappeared as he fed it into her tightness, his face buried inside her cunt as he plunged and ate.
Devil help him but his seed burst from the tip of his dick, Brolach was helpless to stop it. Seeing a breeding demon pair fulfill their rut brought him like it would bring any pureblood demon male.
Even demons that were not pureblooded.
When every fiber of his being rebelled against the abusive treatment of the female he couldn't help but see that her body yielded to the devil's tail and the smoldering tongue of his leader.
His semen sprayed onto the pair, a projectile that lathered them both in deep red milky cum.
Lucas chuckled, his tail buried in the slut demon below him just as his tongue was.
Keeping his tail in her ass, he ignored her soft whimpers, fucking her asshole hard. His tail was long enough that he could keep up the butt-fucking as he raised above her spread legs, plunging his barbed length into her wet hole.
Lucas shouted as he came.
Seed poured out of his dick... and his tail simultaneously, filling both the breeder's holes to the hilt as the soft grunts of the tortured Brolach could be heard behind him. His First's cum dried on both himself and the she-demon even as his load coated the inside of the squirming female.
Brolach would think twice about failing in his acquisition of a breeder again.
*
Brolach
The manacles of ice became brittle and small, Brolach shattering them as he jerked his arms away from the steaming blocks of stone that the forged iron rings were bored into.
He gave a disgusted grunt at his reddish cum, darkening as it cooled around the floor and lay like paint splatter against the spent and used female that lay with her legs spread.
She didn't bother to close them when Lucas stood. “That was a nice fuck,” he said absently, pushing a finger inside her snatch once, as if to test another go and she moaned.
Lucas laughed. “A little sore, my demon?” He nodded at his handiwork, pleased with himself then his eyes met Brolach.
“Learned your lesson? It's torturous to watch me breed the female, yes?” Lucas asked rhetorically, for he knew the painful engorgement of dick and tail when proximity of demon sex was near.
It had been agony, his seed coming unbidden and involuntarily. It was the closest to a male rape as Brolach could have endured. Add on the horror of the female's obvious plundering and abuse... it would not be something that Brolach wished to endure again.
Not that he'd wished for it. It had been a deliberate torture on Lucas' part. Effective.
“Now, it is your turn. Fuck the demon breeder and then, if you are quite lucky, I will allow you a second chance at the virgin breeder.”
Brolach's mouth watered. He badly wanted the half-breed demon, Ruby. His gaze fell on the semen-filled pussy of the demon breeder and he swallowed hard. He did not wish to violate this one further. Yet, his cock hardened at the thought of a wet and powerful fuck of a demon female.
“No more,” she said weakly from her supine position on the floor.
“Shut up, female,” Lucas instructed. Then, “Spread your legs so Brolach may see where he can put his demon tools.”
She did and Brolach lost the war.
It was Lucas last words that pushed him over the edge. “Fuck her or you don't get the prize, Brolach,” he had said, shrugging.
Brolach used his huge hands to hold the female's thighs apart.
He used his tail on her first, his was the rare, upside down heart-shaped tip. She moaned with pleasure when he breached her entrance and did not fight him as he drove the ten inches of devil's tip into her ready cunt. It slid in and out like it was tailor-made for her drenched hole.
“That's it, Brolach... do not be gentle, she is feeling too much pleasure. Ram her cunt!” Lucas cried and Brolach did, piercing her womb for the second time.
But it was impossible to cause pain to the female, his tip was a special breeders tip, when it entered her womb, it flooded it with his soothing seed, the heart opening to pour his demon seed deeply inside of her.
The female flung her hips up, pressing them against him as he put the full foot plus of his specialized demon part inside her.
When all his seed was dispensed he replaced his specialized tail and slammed his cock inside her, the black tool of his meat in sharp contrast to her deep red skin. In and out he pumped as she screamed, “Yes.... yes, yes!” coming against his length, sucking his inky dick inside her red wetness, each pulse of her pussy drawing him deeper until his own release came again, as powerful as the last one he had not wished for.
“That's enough, Brolach,” Lucas said, disgusted. “You give the females' pleasure. They're for the taking. Get out of her now!”
Brolach wished to eat at the female's cunt and drain her of their pleasure but knew if he proved his love of the female's parts to his leader he would not have a chance at Ruby.
“Don't go... breed me again, Brolach” the female begged. Brolach looked into her red eyes, quite lovely with the shock of all that red skin and replied, “I cannot. There is one I must...”
“Move out of the way, Brolach. If she wants a fucking so badly, let me give it to her!” Lucas said and her breath hitched, her frightened gaze sliding quickly to his sadistic leader.
Brolach left before Lucas could change his mind. He shut out the female's screams as Lucas bred her into the smoldering ground of hell.
*
Ruby
Nobody could be this stupid, Ruby thought, staring at Ember as her face took on a myriad of different emotions, finally landing solidly in betrayal.
Yeah, sounded like her brother had set her up for a gang bang sexual fall. Nice guy.
Ruby grabbed Ember's hand as the warriors closed in and Ember's siren's wail put out a distress signal to anyone within shouting distance.
Mer distance.
The warriors clamped their hands over their ears in staggering pain, caused by the princess they'd thought to fuck in a communal breeding ritual, sanctioned by a prince who now lay bleeding out in his own inner sanctum. The violence had come full circle.
“Idiots!” Ember seethed.
Huh, maybe she's not as dumb as she looks, Ruby thought with her tongue stabbing the inside of her cheek. The call that came washed over her like gentle bathwater.
It seemed to have the opposite effect on the males; none stood except Madden. “Please,” he begged, “it is for the good of the Mer, Ember,” he ground out of a mouth twisted in agony.
The good of the males, Ruby thought with disgust. Ember's... whatever it was... was amazing.
Why couldn't she have that? Ruby wondered.
They weren't out of the woods, Ruby realized as the young hottie and an older, insane-looking guy with black hair and eyes came charging through the doors, the wood slapping the wall and making a resounding echo inside the cavernous meeting room.
Constantine took one look at the fallen battalion and snapped his eyes to Ember's.
She wailed at him too but he pressed forward. Her Siren's wail was water off a duck's back.
So to speak.
She shrieked and he grabbed her.
Ruby swung her gaze to Brandon, the arrogant asshat. When fangs burst from his mouth she stopped thinking and ran.
Using the fallen Mer guys like red cones and she the luxury car, Ruby wove between their bodies expertly, the flowing roman style dress catching on their seeking fingers as she did.
When he caught her she felt something primal well up within her and burst her skin.
Brandon dropped her with a yelling bark.
She whirled on him and his deep Mer eyes glittered back with profound surprise. Ruby looked at the naked palms he had thrown up.
They smoldered, blisters forming as he watched.
“Demon bitch,” Constantine s
aid pleasantly and grabbed her.
He hissed as she burnt him then smiled through the pain.
Oh shit, Ruby thought as realization struck her, I'm the same as the dude with the hot tongue, Brolach, her mind supplied. Then Constantine backhanded her and she lost her tenuous hold on the world.
But not before Ruby saw Brandon grab Ember.
*
Brandon
“No!” Brandon shouted as Con delivered a sharp slap to Ruby. His Druid instincts made him rash, talons burst as he added a new scar to Constantine's back with a loping strike that was as precise as it was powerful. Con hissed, staggering forward with the girl in his arms.
“Cease and desist you insolent fucking pest!” Con raged, swinging his leg out and cutting the young Druid down at the knees. “We are fighting the same war, Druid,” Constantine seethed, blood running down to soak the waist of his leathers.
Brandon swung his head to clear it, seeing Con with a breeder in each hand: the princess on the left and Ruby under his arm, unconscious.
“Well, you could have fooled me ya sadistic prick,” Brandon replied, spitting blood and phlegm onto the wet floor of the huge room.
Con grinned suddenly. “I have done away with the opposition for the moment.” He gave a hard shake to Ember whose teeth rattled and she gave a small whimper. “Her Siren's call does not seem to effect me...” Con's eyes rolled upward as if he was considering an important point. “So we are free to go.” Then he paused, adding, “I do believe I have worn out my welcome.”
No shit? Brandon thought, looking around at the strewn bodies of the Mer.
“With Desmond now deceased...” Constantine began.
“What? My brother...” Ember said, trying unsuccessfully to tear herself from Constantine's hold.
“No,” Con said, shaking her once like a scolded child and her head whipped like a flower on top of a fragile stem.
“Hey... stop that,” Brandon said, his eyes meeting Con's. “Or we're gonna go, pal.”
Constantine's smile widened. “Perhaps. But for now, we get the breeders and take them from this place.” Con glanced down at the lovely Ruby, putting his face close to her temple, breathing in deeply of her fragrance.
“Let us go, Druid,” Con said and Brandon nodded once, an uneasy alliance forged.
Ember was silent and sullen as the males discussed the females like expensive cargo.
Brandon didn't trust the half-breed as far as he could throw him but understood the importance of getting the females to safety. They didn't look to be strong like his mother, Aubree. He was going to kick the Faction's ass if he worked them over like that again. There was subduing breeders to take them from harm's way.
Then there was imparting harm with undue force.
Brandon wasn't a fan of the latter.
Brandon wasn't sure what the full story of the Faction vampire was, but he was a misguided fuck. Like a glass fisherman's float, he followed wherever the current took him.
They left as the Mer Warriors were getting their bearings, hauling a reluctant mermaid princess along for the ride.
They broke out of the labyrinth of cavernous mazes that housed the bulk of the Mer people. The moon rode high above their heads, silvering the females' hair and paling their faintly glowing skin.
“What now, bright one?” Brandon said and got a talon under his chin for his trouble.
“First, shut the fuck up, Druid,” Con said casually. He cocked his head as if he heard a sound that Brandon didn't. Unlikely as hell, Brandon thought, his pulse pushing against the hardness of that razor-like blade.
“Second,” he said slowly, “I think we may have company.”
Fuck me, Brandon thought, what else could go wrong?
Brolach exited the shadows, discovered by the astute senses of a supernatural so mixed even he could not discern what blood coursed through his veins.
However, it was not demon.
Of that Brolach was certain.
CHAPTER 9
Madden of the Mer
Madden rummaged through Ember's personal effects until he found what he was looking for: the counter to her wail. The warriors would be helpless against her, never to retrieve the most important breeder of their century, if she was resistant... and kidnapped by a traitorous Constantine.
Of course, Madden had been against his assimilation from the beginning. He had tried to explain the reasons behind that to Desmond. Who, in keeping with his character, had ignored Madden's misgivings. And look where that had gotten him?
Dead.
While the king and queen of the Mer roamed the deep seas of the Mother, their prized prince lay cooling on the floor of his own chamber, their daughter, virgin and unbred, had been absconded with ruffians: two part-Mer and with intentions that at the very best were suspect. And judging by Constantine's behavior... Madden thought much worse.
The other warriors partook of the special essence that would make retrieval of their special royal obtainable.
They sheathed their tridents, Madden taking a look around himself for anything they might be forgetting. Seeing nothing he moved to the portal that would release them into a night fraught with uncertainty. Then a thought occurred to him.
There was the issue of Brandon, the young Druid hybrid... did he know? That should have been explained, in detail. And Madden had not yet had time to do so. Did Brandon know that it was the kiss that Madden had shared with his mother that awakened his blood? It was an unusual combination. As a point-of-fact, Madden did not think he'd ever come across it during war or peace. He shrugged the thought away, throwing the task at hand before himself once again.
He left, the other warriors following, recovering their senses slowly after the dark dance with the Mother.
*
Brolach
Brolach faced off with the vampire mongrel even as he pawned off a sleeping Ruby to another vampire. Brolach's eyes flicked to the other. Druid, his mind answered, scanning the younger one quickly, and some Mer, he determined.
He refocused on the one in front of him, the real threat in Brolach's estimation.
“We have to stop meeting like this, fire breeder,” Constantine said, hands free as Brandon guarded the females.
Brolach scowled even as he felt his horns burst through his skull, his tail flashing like a tiger's behind his body, barbs bursting the flesh of the tip in preparation for battle.
“Bring it, demon,” Constantine said, his talons and fangs at their fullest.
“We do not have to war, Exotic,” Brolach tried.
“Ah, then you know the rarest of the blood I carry?” Con asked, surprised despite himself.
Brolach nodded. “I but want the breeding demon girl,” he said, evading the question of his uncanny discernment, brought on by the part of his blood that was not demon.
Constantine instinctively moved in front of Ember, hating his automatic protection of the spoiled Mer princess. Knowing his goddamned Druid genetics got their dander up just when he needed to lay it down. Like a cat's fur rubbed the wrong way.
Brolach chuckled. “You are welcome to that one... for she is better suited to you.” He pointed to Ruby. “She is mine.” He closed a hand tipped in short black talons. “I have tasted of her and know that she will breed true.”
Brolach stated this as if it was fact. It was similar to the human game of poker, he kept the neutral expression on his face with difficulty.
Brandon looked at the demon then at the tranquil face of an unconscious Ruby. His eyes shifted to Con's. “Tell him.”
Constantine smiled slightly at the dangerous demon breeder. “Fuck off. We're not going to give up the females, either one.”
He heard Ember give a soft sob behind him and it squeezed that part in his body he ignored.
Where his heart lay.
Brolach got ready to take them on when a voice from behind them said, “No one will touch Ruby tonight.”
A man with very light skin bled from the fringe of city tre
es that hovered near the pier. He stood very tall, his skin tinged with red, a slow and subtle smolder emanating from the visible pores.
His eyes were like Ruby's, Brolach noted. His hair was inky black, like Brolach's, but without that hint of red.
He was demon, and other.
Constantine actually laughed. “Glad you could join the party, demon spawn. And I hate to be repetitive but I'll tell you what I told your comrade: The females are for us. Fuck. Off.” Con gave his most charming smile. “I don't feel that I can be much clearer,” he said, sliding a glance to each demon and giving a small flutter of talons in an insultingly dismissive wave.
The new male demon clenched his fists as Ruby came awake.
She was drowsy at first until her eyes fell on the new male, missing Brolach entirely in her fear of discovery.
“Father,” she breathed in abject horror, scooting backwards until her back hit Brandon's shins.
He gave a low chuckle of such evil that it slithered up the spine of all who were present.
“Yes... I have come, my Ruby.” His eyes bored into her like deep blood red jewels of burning hate. They scorched her wherever they landed. “And I have brought my minions.” He snapped his fingers and Fred, her perverted, chick-beating boss, came to stand behind him.
Ruby's mind tried to make sense that it was her father... yet not. He was something new. It was as if the shell of her father had been superimposed with the devil: complete with horns, tail and smoldering skin of a light red.
“You have that little dollop of Mer blood that allowed you to hide from me. Then you fell into the lascivious line of work... so perfect for a demon female. Yet...” he looked up at a sky banked by stars tossed into black velvet, “you are still the virgin. Not that Fred did not try to remedy that!” Her father clapped his hands together in glee. “No matter, we shall make quick work of that pesky obstacle now that you are safely within my sights.”
The men that had been poised to rape Ruby in the seedy dance club came forward, seven men, masking their true nature.
