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I held back and watched my lover stalk his prey. There was no mistaking Gabriel for anything other than a predator. Tall and lean with a catlike grace, he moved silently through the darkness waiting patiently for the furtive young man he followed to wander far enough into the shadows to be taken.
We followed him silently for several blocks before he paused at the edge of a circle of light cast by a street lamp. He was only several feet from the entrance to an alley. and He withdrew something from his pocket to examine it in the dim light, and Gabriel flanked him like a panther circling it’s prey as it prepared to strike.
Moving so quickly that I was barely able to follow, Gabriel swept him off his feet and carried him deep into the alley where light did not penetrate. His victim didn’t have time to cry out and barely began to struggle. Hurrying after him, I took a deep breath inhaling the scent of fear and blood and felt the familiar rush of excitement as I watched my love begin to feed.
As Gabriel fed, drawing the young man’s soul from the center of his being, I pressed myself against his back. One hand went to my lover’s throat to feel the movement as he swallowed, the other slid around his waist and down over his flat stomach to fondle the growing bulge beneath his tightly fitting trousers. I knew that it was my touch and the thrill of my excitement, not the act of eating this boy’s soul, that aroused him.
I felt Gabriel jerk, his every muscle tensing, at the same moment that I heard his victim’s heart stutter to a stop and I wondered what he’d taken from the young man that had caused his body’s violent reaction. Before I could ask he turned to me, his hands gripping my upper arms hard enough to have caused pain were I still human, and shoved me against the rough brick wall of the building on south side of the alley.
Surprised by his action, I laughed. He grinned wolfishly and captured my lips with his. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue, tasting his victim’s blood as I swirled mine around his. With his mouth pressed against mine he fumbled with the closures on his pants and pushed them down far enough to free his straining cock before he pushed my dress up around my waist.
He dropped to his knees pulling me down to straddle his lap and I felt his hand pushing the crotch of my panties aside. I lifted myself and closed my fingers around the shaft of his massive cock, stroking him several times before guiding him to the tight opening of my dripping vagina.
The bulbous head of his prick split the lips of my cunt as I allowed gravity to impale me on the length of his thick rod. Gabriel groaned as he leaned back. Supporting his weight on his arms behind him he lifted his hips to push into me as deeply as he could. His head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes closed, he remained as still as a marble statue.
My hands on his shoulders, I began to ride him slowly up and down. I savored the feel of his huge cock as I lifted myself to slide down on him over and over. I could feel every vein running along the length of his shaft as his girth filled and stretched me. My breathing quickened as I felt the familiar tension mounting in the pit of my stomach.
Gabriel’s head snapped up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms closed around me, one hand at the small of my back, the other cupping the back of my neck. He laid me back supporting my weight on his arms as he began to thrust into me faster. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my fists firmly against my lower abdomen.
“Gabriel!” I gasped as my body tensed.
He grunted and I felt his semen explode into my clenching vagina. He pushed deeply into my rippling pussy and emptied his testicles as I came hard. He lifted me and held me tightly against his body, his slowly wilting cock still deeply imbedded inside my trembling body. I laid against his chest wanting to stay connected to him as long as I could.
He kissed the top of my head and gently lifted me off his nearly flaccid cock. “You thirst, too, love,” he said softly.
I did feel hunger. I rose to my feet and straightened my clothing. Gabriel stood and refastened his trousers. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply before taking my hand to lead me back to the street.
At the entrance of the alley the slip of paper that my lover’s victim had dropped caught my attention. I picked it up and and looked at what was written on it. I knew the address. Frowning, I looked around and realized that Gabriel’s prey had led us into an area of the city with which I was very familiar.
I drew a deep breath through my nose. Like a slap in the face, realization suddenly struck me. I darted back into the alley and rolled the man lying on the ground onto his back and started rifling through his pockets. In one pocket I found a thick roll of bills and a switchblade knife. The knife I discarded, the money I handed to Gabriel. I stuck my hand into his other pocket. Nothing. I opened the leather jacket and felt the lining. Finding the little bulge I was seeking. I dug my fingers into that pocket and extracted the small plastic bags of coarse brownish powder.
I rose to my feet and left the alley. Turning left when I reached the sidewalk, I headed back in the direction from which we had come. Gabriel stayed at my side matching his long legged stride to my quick steps. He didn’t question me about our destination. He recognized my resolve even if my purpose remained a mystery to him. Perhaps he had recognized the neighborhood, too. It had been a favorite haunt of his for weeks after his fortuitous encounter with Henri.
I slowed as we approached the house, my hand trailing along the wrought iron fence. I stared at the dark windows that looked out over the street. The house looked vacant, though I knew it was not. I lifted the latch on the gate. It swung open silently and I started up the walk to the porch.
Gabriel laid his hand gently on my arm. His blue eyes shone with concern. “Love,” he said softly, “come away.”
I shrugged his hand off and continued to the front door. I heard him sigh just behind me as I bent down and tipped the planter by the door to retrieve the key hidden under it. The click of the dead bolt sounded loud in the stillness of night. I paused and looked over my shoulder at Gabriel. His eyes pleaded with me as he shook his head slowly. I turned the brass knob and pushed open the heavy oak door with its leaded glass window.
The house was oppressively hot and I wondered for a moment why the air conditioner wasn’t running. I could see perfectly well in the darkness, but I didn’t crave shadows the way my lover did. I reached out and flipped the switch by the door. Nothing happened.
Henri had been taking care of the household accounts since my father had died seven years before. Of course my hapless mother hadn’t paid the utility bill. I doubted now that she had even managed to keep herself fed in the weeks that I had been gone. She was still alive, though. Somewhere in the darkness above me I could hear a human heart beating.
As I started up the stairs Gabriel wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed the side of his beautiful face between my shoulder blades. “Evangeline,” he pleaded again with a hint of desperation creeping into his voice, “come away, my love.”
For a moment I stayed in his strong arms drawing on the soundness of his love for me. I knew it wasn’t the anticipation of an encounter with my drug sick mother that caused him such consternation. It was Henri’s ghost, the memories of all the things I had endured at my uncle’s hands, that caused his anxiety.
I squared my shoulders with a determination that I no longer felt and started to pull away from him. His sigh was more of a soft groan as his hands loosed their grip and his arms dropped to his sides. I continued slowly up the stairs. Gabriel followed a step behind me.
I paused at the top of the staircase, swaying uncertainly for a moment before I turned away from my mother’s room. I crossed the hallway to the door of what had been my room when I lived in this house. When I had lived. I pushed the door open. The hinge creaked.
That sound brought a rush of memories and flooded me with emotion. I had been eight the first time Henri had pushed the door to my room open causing that eerie moan. Still crying every night over the recent loss of my father, I had naively thought that my uncle, a man I had barely known existed before my father’s death, was coming to comfort me.
He had sat down on the side of my bed and gathered my slight body into his arms to rock me while I cried. He had gently stroked my hair and cooed comforting words against my ear. I remembered curling my tiny fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt and clinging to him as he murmured that he was going to take care of me now and that I was his little girl.
He had laid me down on the bed and pushed my nightgown up until it was bunched under my arms. His hands were incredibly gentle as he had removed my little white cotton panties. I had tried to cover myself with my hands, crossing them over the smooth, hairless mound at the apex of my thin thighs.
Henri had smiled reassuringly as he lifted my hands. “You must never hide your beauty from me, Evangeline,” he had told me.
Had I had the experience to recognize it I would have seen the lust shining in his dark eyes. I squirmed under his uncomfortably intense gaze as his eyes ran over my immature body. He had reached out with his too soft hands and caressed the tiny bumps on my chest, his thumbs circling my petal pink nipples.
I remembered squeezing my thighs tightly together as his light touched caused an unfamiliar tingling between my legs. I had been aware that his breathing had quickened as his hands moved down over my childish body. My own breathing had been as rapid as my uncle’s.
He had let his fingertips trace the contours of my little belly to my boyish hips and down my thighs. He had paused for a moment before sliding his hands between my knees to gently spread my legs. I had blushed as his gaze fixed on the slit of my prepubescent cunt.
He had used his thumbs to part the outer lips and I heard his low moan as he looked lovingly at my tiny pussy. “Oh, ma jolie catin,” he had breathed as he bent down between my trembling thighs. “Such a beautiful cocotte.”
I had jumped when he pressed a kiss to the tender pink flesh his prying thumbs had exposed. When his warm tongue had begun to caress my nether regions my body had stiffened in protest, my little hands flew to push ineffectually against his head. He ignored my efforts and mumbled words of adoration and promised devotion into my petite body.
When his lips had closed over the miniscule bud of my clitoris I had cried out in surprise. I had never felt anything quite as pleasurable as my uncle insistently nursing that little button. My hands that had been trying to thrust his mouth way from my most private area now clutched at his hair to hold his face against my quivering cunt.
I remembered feeling an unfamiliar pressure against my pelvic floor and the way my back had arched as Henri’s finger had invaded my virgin pussy that first time. He had placed his hand firmly on my stomach to hold me down while he had thrust his finger in and out. I had felt his spit fall into the folds between my thighs as he had continued to saw his finger in and out.
My little hands had groped between my legs finding his wrist and trying to stop his harsh invasion of my body. He had laughed unpleasantly and withdrawn his finger abruptly. I had cowered on the bed as he had stood and quickly removed his clothing. I had stared in shock at his long, thin penis. It stood erect, it’s angry red head pointing toward the wall above my bed. He had roughly pulled my night gown over my head before he grasped my knees and jerked me onto my back again.
I had whimpered in fear as his hands pressed my knees up and apart to spread me open for him. Keeping his hands on the inside of thighs he had leaned over me, the menacing protrusion waving and bobbing as he moved, a clear drop of viscous ooze hung on a spider web fine line from the small eye on its tip.
He had spit in his hand twice and rubbed it over the end of his frightening appendage before his hand guided the end to the opening between my legs. The sensation of pressure I had felt when he’d probed my little cunt with his finger returned and I tried to twist away from him.
He had delivered a stinging slap to the tender flesh of my inner thigh and my legs jerked straight dislodging his burrowing penis. He had grasped my upper arms and shaken me till my head was spinning before dropping me onto the bed to pummel my body with his fists. All the air had left my body with a whooshing sound when he’d struck my stomach just below my sternum.
His hands had closed around my throat cutting off my breath. I remembered my body bucking wildly, my fingers clawing at his hands as I had struggled to free myself from his suffocating grasp. My vision had started to dim when he suddenly released me, allowing me to draw a ragged breath.
He had leaned down to place his lips close to my ear. “You breathe because I allow you to, ma petite enfant,” he had growled harshly, his bourbon scented breath stirring my hair. “You live because I allow it.”
Even at the age of eight I had understood that my uncle had complete control over me and that this cruel man was going to use me as he desired. I had quickly grasped the fact that I was nothing, insignificant to him, and if I fought him he would end my life without qualm. My tears had dried on my cheeks and I let my body go limp as I stared blankly at some point over his shoulder.
Henri had patted my hip, his hands gentle again, and then turned my body so that my bottom was at the edge of my bed with my legs hanging down. He had lifted my legs, his hands on the backs of my thighs, and pressed my knees to my shoulders. He laid his arm across the back of my legs and sucked on the forefinger of his free hand.
I had winced as he shoved the finger into my defenseless little pussy, but there was no fight left in me. I had detached myself from what was happening to my body, my mind wandered to a time when my father was still living and had sat on this bed with his arm around me as he read to me till I had fallen asleep.
My uncle removed his finger. “Hold your legs up for me,” he had ordered as he rose to stand by my bed.
I had obeyed, wrapping my hands around the backs of my knees to hold my legs where he had placed them. Henri had leaned over me, one arm braced on the bed by my head, he fisted his hard cock, stroking it quickly for a few moments before guiding the head to the opening of my vagina.
I had grimaced, grunting in pain as the head of his prick had split me open and pushed into my tight, dry cunt. He had withdrawn a little and thrust hard scooting my body forward as he tried to force more of his rampant cock into me. His hands had closed over my shoulders pushing me back toward him as he bent his knees and thrust his cock into my tortured cunt.
The pain from from his unwelcome intrusion had been exquisite. I remembered a sudden sensation of tearing and a searing agony that spread from my raw vagina into my belly and, unable to help myself, I had allowed a keening wail to escape my lips. My uncle had slapped me hard on my face, snapping my head violently to the side.
“Tuat t’en grosse bueche, putain,” he had hissed without pausing.
His cock had begun to make a wet, sucking sound as he had continued to violate my young body. He was grunting as he slammed into my tightly stretched and bleeding cunt faster and faster. Mercifully my consciousness had faded and I floated away.
When I had come to again, Henri was sitting on the edge of my bed with me straddling his lap. He had held me tightly against his belly and rocked me gently. I had been aware that he was still firmly lodged in my swollen pussy, though he felt different to me now.
“Ma jolie catin,” he had cooed softly to me, “mi aime jou.”
I had squirmed in his arms wanting his flaccid penis out of my body. As I moved against him I had felt something warm, wet, and sticky squelching around his tightly embedded cock. He had twitched and flexed inside me and my despair had risen along with his tormenting prick.
I shook myself, tearing my mind away from memories of Henri, and turned into Gabriel’s waiting arms. He pulled me in to hold me tightly against his lean, hard body and I knew he was offering me a way to exorcize my uncle’s ghost. I slid my hands over his shoulders and raised up onto my toes to reach his lips. He lifted me bringing my face level with his and pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely.
Without me being aware he had moved across the room, he set me carefully on my bed. I watched as he removed his clothing and let them fall to the floor. When he stood before me naked, his huge cock rising proudly from the profusion of red curls at the juncture of his thighs, I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft to stroke him.
I took the head of his prick into my mouth to run my tongue over the velvety softness. His hands closed over the sides of my head and he thrust into my mouth. I began to bob my head up and down taking more and more of his beautiful cock into my mouth with each downward stroke until I felt the head prodding the back of my throat. I grasped his firm buttocks and pushed down until his balls swung against my chin and the coarse hair at the base of his massive penis tickled my nose. Being able to practically swallow him was one of the advantages of not having to breath.
Gabriel groaned loudly as my tongue undulated against the underside of his prick. I raised my head to plunge down, deep throating him again. He grunted and lifted my head pulling his cock out of my mouth. His hands were rough as he lifted the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head.
He fell to his knees and laid his head in my lap. I stroked his silky hair. After a moment he lifted his head and gazed up at me before his eyes moved down to my breasts as his hands pulled at my panties. I laid down and lifted my hips to allow him to remove them. He held the cum soaked crotch to his nose and breathed deeply before dropping them on top of his clothes.
I reached for him and he came willingly into my arms. I pulled my knees up and he pushed into me gently, settling immediately into a slow, steady rhythm. I caressed his cheek an stroked his hair, my eyes fixed on his beautiful face as he fucked me so tenderly that I could have wept at the sweetness of it.
He gazed down at me adoringly as he thrust into me. I rock my hips in time with his, grinding against his pelvis when he buried his full length in my wet cunt. He twined his fingers with mine, resting just enough of his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing me, but allowing me to feel every inch of his body lying on mine.
He began to breathe harder. He didn’t need to breathe, but my lover was a very sensual being and I knew that the scent of sex enhance the experience for him. I also knew that Gabriel was struggling to maintain the control he was exhibiting. I could feel the tension low in my belly as my orgasm began to build and, though the sweet, slow loving making was transcending euphoric, I needed more now.
I ran my finger tips lightly down his spine and felt him shiver. “Gabriel,” I moaned against his ear. “Fuck me.”
Something feral lit his eyes as he pulled my hands down to my shoulders and pushed up, his fingers still twined with mine, and thrust into me hard, his tempo increasing. He was watching my face intently and I held his gaze, my lips parting as I began to breathe as rapidly as him. His exquisite strokes lengthened as he drove his huge cock into me.
I arched my back and pushed up against him, wanting to feel him as deeply inside me as I possibly could. The delicious tension in my lower abdomen broke and the cresting wave of pleasure came crashing down on me. I gasped his name as his hands gripped my waist and he pushed himself into my rippling cunt. I could feel him swell and throb as he groaned loudly and erupted into my body.
I held him tightly in my arms and clenched the muscles in my vagina rhythmically on his pulsing cock to milk every last drop from his balls. I reveled in the feel of his body pressing me down onto the mattress. His breathing calmed, but tremors still wracked his muscular frame as I traced slow circles on his skin.
I moaned my protest when he separated his spent body from mine and rolled to lie beside me holding me tightly in his arms. I could tell he was lost in thought and I wondered if he was still puzzling over the reasons his body had begun to react to mine in ways to which he was unaccustomed. I stroked his cheek and smiled softly.
“What are you thinking, cher?” I asked.
He sighed and shook his head.
I wasn’t ready to let it go. “Tell me,” I pleaded quietly.
His eyes searched mine and then he kissed me lightly. “How could you have loved him?” he finally asked.
I sighed. “It was what he wanted from me. Love . . . adoration. If I hadn’t given him everything he wanted I wouldn’t have survived.”
He thought about my answer for a moment before pressing his lips to mine again. “I will do anything for you. If it were what you wanted, I’d even let you go,” he said with a quiet fierceness. “I love you more than I would ever have imagined possible, but I demand nothing from you.”
“That, my love,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “is why I’ll give you everything.”
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Gabriel stood just inside the door of my mother’s room leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. I could sense his disdain for the frail woman lying on the bed. His hostility toward her rolled off of him in cold waves.
Standing by the bed, I made a mental inventory of the paraphernalia on the dusty night stand. The candle burning there, the latex tourniquet, three syringes. I picked up the spoon, its bowl bent at an odd angle. I laid it back down and wiped my hand on my dress.
I sat down on the bed beside her and she stirred and opened her eyes. I’m not sure that in her drug induced state she recognized me at first. She shrunk away from my touch.
“Mama,” I said gently, “it’s me.”
She struggled to sit up. “Evangeline?” she croaked.
“Yes, Mama,” I said looking over my shoulder at Gabriel. He straightened away from the wall and came to stand behind me looking down at my mother.
“Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days,” my mother whined.
It had been weeks since Gabriel had carried me from this house. Weeks since he had taken me for his lover. Weeks since he had made me his forever. I had been missing for weeks without my mother having reported it.
My hands curled into fists. “This is Gabriel, Mama. I live with him, now.”
“There’s no one here to help me,” she said pathetically. “Where has Henri gone?”
“Henri is dead,” I said, my voice emotionless.
“Dead,” she said leaning back against the headboard of her bed. “Yes. I remember.”
I reached out to smooth her limp hair back from her face. My fingers traced the contours of her throat and I felt Gabriel’s body tense. I leaned toward my mother and his hand shot out to close around my arm.
“Don’t,” he said. “She’s an addict. The soul is polluted. It’s eaten away by her habit”
“And yet the body lives,” I said gently disengaging his fingers. “She’s found her own way into the half light. It would be cruel to let her live like this.”
“Then let me do it,” he said lifting me to my feet.
I cupped his face between my hands and brought his lips to mine. He crushed me against him as my lips parted and my tongue pushed against his. The sweetness of his mouth made me sigh. The fierceness of his kiss stole my breath.
Gabriel broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. He didn’t speak, but I could feel his concern for me. I pulled away and turned back toward my mother. She still leaned against the headboard, her chin resting on her chest, oblivious now to what was going on around her.
I placed one knee on the mattress then looked over my shoulder at my love. He refused to meet my gaze, his eyes down turned. I turned back to my mother and laid my head against her breast seeking some kind of affirmation that she was still the mother that had loved me when I was small. Her arms stayed limp at her sides.
I looked up at her. I could remember when she had been beautiful and traces of that former beauty still haunted her gaunt face. Her black hair, once lustrous, now hung limp and dull. The green eyes that had been clear and sparkling with easy laughter were clouded with her opium poppy dreams.
I leaned against her and pushed her slight body down to the bed. Lying over her I closed my eyes and sank my fangs into her sinewy neck. She didn’t struggle as I began to feed on her. I could taste the bitter alkaline of the heroin in her blood, but the flavor of her wasted soul was worse.
I was flooded with the memories of her childhood, with the visions of her life with my father, and with her joy at my birth. I was washed in the love and laughter that I myself remembered of life with my family. Her despair when my father had died nearly overwhelmed me. As great as my grief for him had been, hers was ten times greater.
And Henri. Henri feeding her pills to dull her pain. Pills that he had had her wash down with alcohol, and when the pills were not enough the cigarettes laced with black tar heroin. I could taste the heavy sweetness of the molasses soaked opiate and feel the euphoria, the oblivion. Again Henri, this time spiking a vein for her. I watched the needle pierce her skin and the blossom of red in the syringe before he injected nirvana directly into her blood.
She stopped breathing. Her heartbeat, rapid and thready, faltered once, raced, and then stuttered to a stop. The last of her thoughts and memories slammed into me like a blow to the solar plexus.
She had known from the beginning what Henri had been doing to me. She had known and had allowed him to continue. She had traded me willingly to my sadistic uncle for the drugs he had provided to her.
Kneeling by her body on her bed I began to sway. I didn’t know if it was her wasted soul, the force of my emotions, or the drugs in her blood, but I was overcome by exhaustion. I felt unable to move, though I wanted to be away from this corpse, away from this room, away from this house.
Gabriel wrapped me in his strong arms and lifted me off my mother’s bed. Cradling me against his chest he carried me from her room and down the stairs. Gratefully, I nestled into his embrace as we left the house. Before He had reached the street, I was asleep.

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“Father says if you refuse me, he will take you for himself, willingly or not.” Mikel continued to whisper in her ear as he stroked her hair. Amanda’s body flushed as she stood in a gown that was quite see-through before her father in law, who waited anxiously for his second oldest son to take his first son’s wife in front of him.
“What is your decision?” Mikel whispered.
Amanda turned and looked at Mikel. Her brother in law was in a position just as distasteful as she was. He was risking his life telling her this information, risking his life by playing along and taking her as his wife, protecting her. It was not the most of ideal of situations but there seemed to be little alternative. Looking up at him, as best as she could, she nodded yes and tentatively she began to kiss Mikel’s lips, her eyes wide and scared.
“Try to relax.” He whispered as he kissed her shoulder.
Amanda’s mind reeled as she replayed the decision, as if there was one to be made. The king wanted her for himself but gave Amanda to Mikel, so long as he took her upon her awakening. She didn’t want to be with the king but she didn’t want to be with Mikel either. She felt her odds of finding and saving Balthazar were better with Mikel. Pulling away she looked at him, then at the king. Mikel had given her the choice between he and the king, a choice whether to fight back or to accept fate and die. Taking a breath she took a chance and began kissing him back. Feeling his tongue probe her mouth slowly, cautiously. She could tell he was not used to these things and worried he may be too inexperienced to make their subterfuge work.
“We will have to do this here, now, in front of him.” He whispered, kissing her down to her collar bone, below her positioning collar.
Amanda nodded slowly, as best as she could. Standing slowly, he stared into her eyes for a moment; sorrow, anger, same and desires swam in his eyes. Leading her by her chain, Mikel guided her to one of the many beds before the throne. Nodding to his father, he pulled Amanda forward and stood her before the king. Unable to look away due to the collar, Amanda was force to look up at him. To appease his ego and to show deference, for now, she knelt, lowering her eyes. The king chuckled.
“Proceed.” The king announced.
Mikel gently tugged on her chain towards him. Turning around, Amanda faced him.
“I am so sorry for this.” He whispered.
Suddenly Mikel lifted her up in the air and threw her on the bed. Climbing on top of her, he began ripping and tearing at her clothing, shredding it with his talons. Several times, his eagerness overcame him and he accidentally would scratch a red ribbon open across her flesh. Amanda cried out. Mikel was forceful and powerful and at this point, if she wanted him to stop, she could not overpower him. He was full in the lust haze, his eyes glazed over. Instead she allowed herself to be taken by her brother in law.
Staring over her form, Mikel was in awe of her and her body. Being mostly of a scientific mind, he had very little thought for the pleasures of the flesh. Not that he didn’t enjoy a good wank now and again. When he first met Amanda, already married to his brother, he found her quite alluring and found many reasons to be within her presence. Late a night he would lay on his bed and think of her as he pleasured himself, stroking his thick red cock till he would come so hard it would leave him shaking. Shame had colored his mind then, but he saw this as an opportunity to fulfill that fantasy, help his brother and protect Amanda. For him, it was really a win win situation. His throbbing member wept eagerly as he thought of all the ways he planned to take his brother’s wife, soon to be his wife. How would she feel? How would she taste? All of these thoughts were making him hesitate, he did not know where to start.
Sensing his hesitation, Amanda offered to help get things started. If she were to be with Mikel to help save Balthazar and to protect herself until it was time to make their move, then so be it. Balthazar would understand, she hoped. Sitting up slightly, she palmed his rock hard cock and began stroking is softly as she kissed up and down his chest. While she was not wanting anyone but Balthazar, a part of her looked forward to this. She wondered idly if he was anything like his brother… remembering the hours upon hours they had had sex until she finally conceived. Her pussy twitched in anticipation. Dripping wet and so very hot she wanted to be filled. She needed to be filled. Her hand pumped him faster, her eagerness to be fucked growing, despite the fact she did not want it to be Mikel fucking her.
Twitching, Milkel took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had not anticipated that she would touch him like this and it caught him off guard and unprepared. He knew he could not lose it in front of his father and so, he removed her hand and pined it to the bed with his own. Rotating his hips, he brushed the head of his red cock against her opening, teasing the both of them. Slowly he inched forward, marveling as it disappeared between her folds. The initial feeling of being inside her was overwhelming. Hot, moist and so amazing, he looked up, eyes closed, savoring the feeling. Then she clenched her muscles around his dick and squeezed. The action took his breath away and he instinctively slammed into her roughly, not taking into account the size difference.
Amada bit her lip, tears squeezing past her closed lids. Pounding away at her sex, Mikel was more rough and untrained, but held her head gently as he continued with their bonding. Amanda bit her lip enough to taste blood in her mouth but it kept her from crying out. Wiggling her hips she repositioned herself below Mikel to try to make the experience less painful. Scooting her butt around, she found a spot that hurt less and was far more pleasurable for her.
She glanced back and noticed the king scowling at her. She had to try to sell this experience as something she wanted. Closing her eyes and attempting to relax and at least pretend that it was Balthazar, she started working up a rhythm with Mikel. Her heart began racing, her breathing turned to panting and she began getting wet again. Reaching up she ran a hand up Mikel’s bare red chest. Soon, she began to feel his knot beginning to swell, she loved this part the most with Balthazar. It rubbed against her clit, making it easy to get lost in the effort. She braced herself and remembered that they were bound to do this until she carried his child. Amanda’s momentum faltered and she for but a moment panicked.
“Stop!” The king bellowed.
Mikel froze as did Amanda, looking at each other and breathing hard. Inside she could feel him twitching, felt his pulse through his cock. Amanda tried to look up to see what was happening, Mikel attempted to keep very still, his body trying to continue with their bounding. Looking over his shoulder at his father, Mikel’s chest heaved with want and need.
“Can you remove yourself from her?” The king asked casually.
Mikel withdrew himself slowly and found that he had not swollen as to fill her yet. Standing to his feet, Mikel turned and faced his father.
“Bring her to me.”
Trying to catch his breath, Mikel turned and grabbed Amanda and pulled her to her feet. Her knees still week from the effort of their bonding, she walked up the steps to the throne, the tatters of her dress trailing behind her. The only thing that she had going for her was that her collar kept her head held high.
The king motioned for her to sit on his lap. Amanda hesitated for a moment before turning and sitting on his knees. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and pull her back fully before turning her around. Amanda tried to restrain the repulsion that built up in her, as she was spun around to face him. Her knees spread apart and her sex was fragrant. The king smiled.
“I thought to take you as my queen but I took pity on my second son.” The king smiled at her.
Amanda stared up at the demon, impassively.
“Mikel will tell you all that transpired after you fell asleep. You will find out, if you hadn’t already, that your first husband was a traitor. You’ll do well to remember where your loyalties lay.”
Amanda looked down for a moment. Thoughts of throttling the king raced through her head, at least maim his sex since he was so keen on fucking as many of these women as possible.
“Bare him a child m’lady, then you can be mine and bare me many daughters.”
He ran the back of a talon down her cheek, in an effort to be compassionate, or dominating, she wasn’t sure. Amanda stifled a shiver.
“Your lord and master loves you child.” He said softly, leaning forward and nuzzling her cheek, his tongue licking up from her chin. Amanda had to fight the urge to be sick but sighed as he pulled back, her body relaxing slightly. Looking up in his eyes, Amanda’s heart raced as the king smiled at her. Moving back the folds of his robe, he took hold of his cock and began to stroke it thoughtfully.
“I know he does, wherever he is.” Amanda choked out her reply.
“No, not the nameless traitor.” He corrected, speaking to her as if she were a naughty child.
“Mikel I suppose cares for me.” She answered, scared, knowing full well who he was referring to.
“You did not kneel before Mikel.” He reminded her.
Pausing for the most briefest of moments, the king looked at Amanda. The king moved her back and forth on his lap, tweaking a nipple or her clit, causing uncomfortable spasms of pleasure in her. Closing her eyes, she prayed silently that it would be over soon. Lights of pain flashed behind her closed eyes and she heard her breath catch in her throat as he stabbed upwards and impaled Amanda on his huge cock. Eyes went wide, her mouth in a silent ‘O’ of pain. Easily twice the size of Balthazar, she could feel herself tear as her body tried to accommodate his size quickly. Catching her breath, Amanda screamed and slammed her eyes shut, the pain blinding her mind. Clinching the arms of the throne, she braced herself against the torrential pounding the king was giving her. Her screams and cries of pleasures began to comingle. Feeling dirty and disgusted with herself that she was actually enjoying this on a base level.
“I can see….why….Balthazar was taken….by you…ugh, you are so tight, so wet. It’s….so fucking…hard for me…. To not… fill you up… make you my breeding…..whore, oh Gods…..” He moaned.
Feeling his hands on her shoulders, he attempted to press her down lower on his shaft, forcing her to take more of his size. She guessed she was maybe a third of the way down, halfway at most. It wasn’t bad enough that he was raping her but that he would damage her as well. The pain was too great for her to fight and the shame of the pleasure was sickeningly overwhelming, tears flooded down her face. All at once, the incessant pounding stopped. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked up.
“You look at me with fear and loathing in your eyes,” the king spoke as if he had done nothing at all, he was not winded nor did he break out into a sweat. He was utterly composed. “I expect that the next time you look up at me, this closely, you look up with adoration instead. It suits you better.”
The king removed himself from between her legs and roughly pushed her off his lap. Unable to stand fully, Amanda felt disgusted, used and broken and fell on all fours before the throne. Tears of pain, hatred and humiliation continued to fall down her face.
“Mikel, continue with the bonding. She is not ready for me yet.” The king ordered, sounding utterly bored.
Looking over at Mikel, Amanda gave the impression she was resigned however a quiet sense of purpose lit in her belly. It was small, barely an ember but it was there, stroked into being by the king himself. In order to survive this, Amanda knew she had to play along. She didn’t have many months before she would give birth and become his. In that time, she had to find Balthazar, had to find her son and somehow had to stop the king from what he was doing, not just to her, but to the female humans he had brought back from her world. She had no idea where to start but knew it involved Mikel and it started with this bonding ritual.
She limped down the steps to the waiting Mikel and in one fluid motion, fell into his arms as he pivoted, tossing her gently back onto the bed. Without a word, he climbed up and hovered over her body.
“We will find him.” He whispered, stroking her face softly.
Looking down, he sighed, closing his eyes and entered her slowly. He could tell she was more loose than when he had her originally and the sharp inhalation of breath made it plain she was in pain but that was a deliberate move on his father’s part. Being the Alpha male, he could make his cock accommodate any size opening and to do what he did to her was exerting his dominance over this woman. He started slowly, allowing her injured body to grow accustomed to the motions. Her wetness and his precum helped to keep the friction on the more sensitive injuries to a minimum though he could tell she was in considerable pain.
Changing tactics, he began to thrust harder and more deeply into her depths. Perhaps not giving her body the opportunity to react to the pain fully was the best policy, or blend the pain with the pleasure. Mikel wondered idly if he should smack her ass, or punch her face. He had no clue what he was doing. He was a scientist after all. This blending of the species was both distasteful in application but brilliant in design. He’d rather genetically bring his kind back from extinction rather than mate with a lower life form, but he could not argue with his father. Not after Balthazar…. And after all Amanda was something special, something different. Right now, she was his.
Mikel shook his head, took a breath and focused on his task at hand. Moving her legs up and towards her shoulders, Mikel was able to penetrate deeper than he had before. Immediately his knot began to swell. Amanda was even able to moan in pleasure. Mikel smiled to himself and continued to focus on going deeper, harder. It pleased him too and soon he began finding it difficult to concentrate on his surroundings, the sensation of her gripping him with her sex and milking him was beginning to drive him crazy. Leaning up slightly, he began to growl as he pumped harder and harder into her. Gripping her by her hair, he pulled back. The motions of their fucking rocking them both nearly off the bed. With every stroke, Mikel growled louder and more aggressively, pounding harder and harder into her smaller sized frame. Reaching down with his other hand, he balled up his talon in her hair and slammed home.
He suddenly froze in place as he experienced his orgasm, the crazy rush of pleasure that was too intense to be contained. Catching his breath, he could feel his heart race and her muscles around his cock twitch and massage him. A moment later, he flooded Amanda’s womb with his seed in spurt after spurt. Each time he came, his body twitched, sending further sensations throughout his whole being. Not technically a virgin, he had never experienced anything like this before. The power with which he suddenly desired his brother’s wife and the ferocity of his own orgasm was so intense, it frightened Mikel. Looking down at her, he wanted to possess her for himself. There would be no way that he could fight Balthazar in hand to hand combat. For now, their subterfuge would have to be enough or him.
Taking a breath, Mikel sat back a little, waiting for the knot to pop out of her and was slightly disappointed when it hadn’t. He figured an orgasm that powerful should result in life. It took only a moment before he stifled a smile. When he realized that meant he could have her again and again. Mikel wrapped his arms around Amanda and slowly began to make love to her. This time gently but with all of the depth of motion from before. Rotating his hips slowly, he began recording everything that elicited a moan, sigh or sharp inhalation of breath from Amanda. His scientific mind was being stroked as much as he pumped her. Finding that if he rotated his hips this way, would make her moan, rotating them this way would make her meow like a cat and if he sped up and lowered his hips he could make her make curious noises that resembled those of a dolphin. He wondered how long he could prolong his orgasm making the bonding ceremony last as long as possible. He knew he had to find his brother, he knew he had to defend his people but all rational thought was lost between Amanda’s thighs and in her cries of delight.
The king sat back and watched his second son and Amanda couple. She had been so tight, delightfully tight. Not like the whores he had with him, all three carrying his children. He wanted her so bad… there was something so sweet about Amanda that he wanted to break and keep for himself. The thought of pumping into her tight little cunt made the king hard. The image of flooding her body with his seed, implanting, impregnating her made him dizzy. He began to idly stroke himself watching her face. She actually looked like she was enjoying herself.
Frustrated, he yanked on one of the chains and pulled the whore to her feet, dropping her on his cock, which he had resized. She cried out but the king slapped her into silence.
“You speak when spoken to.” He whispered menacingly as he sat back and bounced her on his lap. The woman whimpered and whined while he fucked her lazily, watching Amanda’s face. This whore wasn’t like Amanda and it made the king grow angry. He wanted her again but it was too late. Mikel had already bonded with her. He sighed. Just a few months and she would be his.
***
Amanda laid on her side, eyes red from crying and sore from the fuckfest she endure with her brother-in-law. She tried not to think on it otherwise she’d start to feel sick. Mikel had removed her collar once they returned to her room. Looking towards the door, she thought about running, for the twelfth time that evening. Mikel snored away in bed next to her. Rolling over, she watched his sleeping form. He was not bad looking, he was similar to Balthazar but Mikel’s features were somehow diminished. Looking up at the ceiling, she fought back tears, knowing that she was now carrying his child, not Balthazar’s. The more she lay there thinking that their father set this up, the angrier she got. The only thing that made her pause was the idea that if she left then she faced giving birth without the aid of Mikel’s drugs and the conversations between he and Balthazar, while she didn’t hear them, the looks of concern on their faces told her what she needed to know.
“To hell with this.” Amanda jumped up and threw on a pair leggings and tank top with a dress over them. Packing a ruck sack, she looked over at Mikel’s sleeping form. “It’s nothing personal but you’re not him.”
And she left.
Sneaking out of the room, she made her way down the hallway towards the great hall. It was the last place that she wanted to be but it was the only way to get to the doors to get out of the palace. Peeking her head into the hall, she saw that there were bodies everywhere. Most were asleep while a handful lazily moved, writing together as they fucked towards the bound being broken. Creeping quietly, she attempted to navigate the jungle of limbs, trying hard from stepping on or falling on anyone. A quick glance to her right and she breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the thrones were all empty. The king was elsewhere.
Relaxing for a moment, Amanda took a breath but nearly screamed when hands went around her body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the voice whispered, threatening.
Amanda struggled as she was being dragged away to an alcove where a bed was sitting. Used several times over it clearly had seen better days. Her assailiant tossed her onto the bed roughly. Looking back she looked over at a guard standing before her. How had she missed him? Her heart raced, was he going to kill her or worse tell the king?
“Answer me.” The guard threatened standing before her.
“I… I … I was just… I, um…” Amanda couldn’t think of what to say or do.
“Tell you what.. I want to know what is so, intoxicating between your legs that two princes and the king want a piece of you. You’ve already bonded with Prince Mikel so this would be a sport fuck, then I’ll let you go and pretend I never saw you.”
“And if I say no?” Amanda asked horrified.
“I’ll still fuck you but then take you to the King.” The guard was already removing his loin cloth.
“Hard to argue with that logic.” Amanda muttered shaking her head. How did it come to this? Slowly she removed the pants she was wearing below her skirt and laid back. The guard pulled her by the feet and got her standing again, bending her roughly over the bed, entered her smoothly. He was not as large as the royal family but he was adept at love making. There was an eagerness in his pumping but he was not overly rough. Surprisingly, he reached around and rubbed the nub of her clit, making her start to moan.
“Shhh. Keep quiet, less we be discovered.” The guard hissed.
Amanda bit her lip to keep silent. Rolling her head back, she met his strokes and actually found herself enjoying the feeling. She felt the talon of the guard at her lip and she bit down on it. It had been quite some time since she had sex for pleasures sake. Not having to bond, just base desire and lust. Feeling the illustrious pleasure of being filled that ecstasy of being complete. Reaching between her legs, she bats away the guards hand, instead pleasureing herself further with her hand, rubbing her clit as he sped up his rhythm. The west slap of his loins making contact asgainst her ass, his body beginning to glisten with sweat, her body likewise was hot beneath her clothing. The guard pushed her further down on her back, her face lay against the bed she was bent over. As he did it raised her as in such a way that caused the guard to hit her G spot. Stuffing a portion of the sheet before her into her mouth to keep from screaming. She could feel her wetness increase a pressure began to build within her. The low grunts from behind her indicated that he was close to his own sticky end.
Without warning, her body convulsed and began to come, hard. Covering the guard with her juices, feeling the wetness drip down her body. Grunting he bent forward, putting his weight into her, her wetness lubricating his strokes. One rough push forward he grunted , grabbing her by the waist, his talons digging into her hips. Coming inside her, his seed mixing with her own juices, it ran like rivers down her legs, still he came.
As the onslaught of his love making slackened, Amanda’s legs begn to tremble. Withdrawing himself he swayed on his feet.
“I see…” He dressed in his loin cloth, “what the fuss is about. You’ve got ten minutes to get to the door before I have to call the alarm.”
Standing on uneasy legs she pulled on the leggings once more. Retrieving her bundle she looked over at the guard a moment before turning to walk towards the door.
“Know that if you come back, the king will have his way with you. So you better be sure if you leave.” The guard tipped his head. “Princess.” Turning he began walking back towards the sleeping bodies to watch over them for a few moments more. Shamed by her lascivious behavior Amanda slung the bag onto her back as she ran for the doors. She needed to find Balthazar and find some peace.

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