“He’s done bad things to our body that felt good, but he’s not always smart. We will rock his cock, and he will want to keep our head so we can breathe. Then we can ride that glorious cock whenever we want. He’s so dreamy, and I want to feel his cock pulsing within us… please, Aria? Just one quick rut, then you can fight him!” she sighed, and I cringed inwardly, which only made her laugh.
“That doesn’t even make sense. ‘He did bad things, so let’s fuck him?’ Who thought like that? It’s a wonder we’re even still alive, Creature.” I rolled my eyes, and she snorted from within as if I were slow in the head, which infuriated me. “Now, stop thinking about our vagina because this is a serious situation!” She snickered inside my head, and I groaned at the sound.
We’d been at odds for the last couple of weeks. She’d eaten a few of the dark witches we’d come across, and of course, she left me standing holding the dead body part the moment she’d had her fill of their corpses. She’d taken partial control of my body, tripping me repeatedly, trying to get us captured as we ran from Knox. She and I were at war over the need consuming us, and eventually, it was going to end badly for me. She’d be sated, but I’d be his prisoner, which my creature wouldn’t mind in the least if it meant a daily diet of Knox.
“He’s approaching, and we don’t want him alerted that we’re here yet. Do try to behave, and I’ll promise to let you out to play soon.”
“To fuck Knox? I am so horny, and you haven’t used our vagina correctly. You might as well have sewn it shut!”
“It’s our vagina. It’s a shared space, remember? I’m not fucking random cock because you want to… what did you call it?”
“Paint our vagina!”
“Right. Paint our vagina. Again, who thinks like that?”
“We need his scent. He smells so good. Can you smell him? Knox is alpha to his core, which means he needs to be in our vagina. Put him there, or I will find a way to fall onto his dick.”
“Are you seriously threatening to get me fucked right now? I’m about to face off with Knox, his army, and a castle full of witches behind us. Can you, I don’t know, maybe not worry about getting fucked or painting our pussy right now? Our unused vagina is literally the least of our issues at the moment, Creature.”
“Fine, but soon. We are in season, and you run too fast. He’s not smart, you know. Maybe trip and let him land in our vagina. Then he will think he caught us, and mmm, I will be happy. You need dick too. You’re as frustrated as I am, but you can’t admit it because you have issues, major issues. It’s easy. Slip, slide down his dick, and then we eat him. It’s a plan!”
“That isn’t a plan. It’s a recipe for disaster. Stop distracting me. He’s approaching.”
“Quick, slip…”
“Enough! You do understand that he doesn’t intend to give us head. He plans to have it removed, placing it next to my cold-hearted bitch of a mother’s, playing with it while he holds court.”
“As if he would. He enjoyed his cock in our mouth. You should have seen his eyes rolling to the back of his skull when I swallowed him. We gave good head, and he knows it. He’s very large and stupid. Easy fuck, easy snack, and then we can go back to frolicking in the forest, rubbing our devil’s doorbell to your heart’s desire.”
“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
“Either feed me, or get me fucked, and I’ll behave. I’m horny and hungry, and you’re a stubborn human.”
“I’ll feed you then. Just shut up for now. I have to control an army, and to do that, you need to behave so I won’t fail and end up dead, unable to fuck or feed on anyone.”
“Present your lord or lady, now,” Knox growled, pacing outside the barrier. His angry eyes slanted as he paused, once more settling his attention on my general location within the witches.
I stepped forward with five witches. Each moved to stand beside me while I stood directly in front of Knox. He watched us silently and then snorted when we didn’t remove our hoods. Once we mirrored him and his men’s stances, he spoke again.
“Here are my terms. I want your lord or lady on her knees before me. I want the barrier to drop. Your lives will be forfeited while he or she watches you slaughtered by my army. Make me wait until the magic in the barrier fails, and I will torture every fucking one of you for days before your ultimate death.”
Ouch! Harsh, Knox!
Did he seriously think that would be met with a resounding, yeah, sure, sounds great?
Chapter Thirteen
Knox let his eyes slide between us before snorting. “I’ll know your answer now, you murderous whores. Your barrier has already weakened. The magic you wield is continually draining, unable to maintain its strength. Did you honestly believe it protected you from me?”
“Yes,” the entire field of witches replied as one.
Knox’s gaze slid through the assembly of witches with unease. “Barrier spells need souls for one to be erected. Tell me how many innocent lives you took to create this one.”
“Zero,” my army of witches stated in unison, laughing at his thinning glare. “Your terms were heard, and rejected, King Karnavious. Please leave, or you will regret it greatly.”
“I’m not leaving here until I have your mistress or master on their knees, and your heads removed to build my walls, evil bitches.” Knox snarled, and his army replied with cheers of agreement.
The large firebirds he’d brought with him screeched above the army, flapping their wings. It created an echo in the barrier, and I shivered as magic slithered through the barrier’s shield. Knox turned, nodding to the giants pulling the heavy trebuchet to the front of the line. Once in place, they loaded a boulder onto it, immediately firing it in our direction. It sailed through the air with a whistle, shattering against the shield. I smirked, watching as Knox and his witches shook their heads, disbelieving the shield was still in place.
“If your lord or lady is present, why have they not shown themselves?” he asked, placing his hands on his sword’s hilt. “Are they afraid to face me?”
“She is here. Would you like to see her?” we all asked at once. Knox sneered, placing his hands on his hips as if he wasn’t worried about anything.
“Indeed,” he sneered, and I laughed at his irritation, causing the entire assembly of witches to follow my lead. “Present the murderous whore of the keep. I’ve grown impatient.”
“Knox, you’re very naughty, aren’t you?” I stepped closer, and the witches beside me stepped back in synchronized movements. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy,” I laughed huskily.
Pushing the hood back, I allowed the cloak to slide from my shoulders, revealing my scantily clothed form to his hungry gaze. I’d taken a swath of sheer fabric and created a skirt that hung to my bare feet. The top from two cuts of the same fabric, draped over my shoulders, cinched around my waist to expose the sides of my breasts. My hair was in an intricate updo, secured by silver chains that hung down my naked back.
Knox removed his helmet, glaring at me, but the hunger in his eyes was a burning fire that turned to lust. He slid his smoldering gaze over my body, noting that I’d lost weight, and obviously was short on fabric since it hardly covered me. The chains encircled my arms and waist, hung down my spine. His mouth tightened into a thin, white line, and the vein on his forehead pulsed with anger.