“Oh, yes, you will,” she purred as she gestured to the men around him.
The Farungal soldiers grabbed Dal and started dragging him away. The monsters holding me yanked me to my feet and shoved me in the same direction. We were taken deep, down into the stronghold, to the subterranean level that I'd just come from. But we went past the treasure room and into a much larger space decorated in slaughter-chic. Actually, no. It was more like slaughter-shabby. This was the first room I'd seen that wasn't clean, and I really didn't want to know how the stones got stained.
They chained Dalsharan to a wall spread-eagle while I got tossed in a cage across from him like a dog.
Dal eyes went to mine as his voice whispered through my earpiece, “I'm so sorry.”
“Don't worry, Hawk Lord,” I whispered back. “I've got a plan. Just hang in there.”
Dal looked at me as if I were insane.
“Sorry, bad choice of words.”
He choked back a horrified laugh just as the female, Gremara, approached him. She looked him up and down, then trailed her fingers down his chest, retracting her claws as she did so that she cut only the topmost part of his chest. He didn't even flinch, just stared her down as the blood flowed. Dal's wounds healed almost instantly, his immortality kicking in. Even the holes in his shoulders had closed. You had to seriously injure a fae—especially a fae warlord—before his healing slowed down and made death possible.
Gremara picked up Dalsharan's limp dick and weighed it in her palm as if it were a cucumber she was thinking of buying. “Very nice. I've never seen your cock before, Dalsharan. It's as soft as velvet.” She pulled on it, and he winced. “Bring me the ointment,” she said to someone while keeping her black gaze on him.
Farungal have no irises. Or, rather, all they have is iris. Their eyes are black from rim to rim.
One of the males plucked a jar from an assortment of knives spread across a table and handed it to Gremara. She held up a finger and extended her claw. With a flick of that claw, the lid of the jar went flying and a sharp aroma filled the room. Dalsharan's eyes went wide.
“Recognize this?” She purred as she retracted her claw and scooped some thick ointment out of the jar.
“We destroyed all of your crops,” Dal hissed. “There are no flowers left to make the wild-rot.”
“You thought you destroyed our crops, but you didn't get all of them.” She licked her lips. “I have a hidden greenhouse full of creskas flowers, and I've made several jars of wild-rot to use on you. More than enough to last us until I conceive.”
Wild-rot? That sounded gross. I watched warily as Gremara spread the paste onto his cock, Dalsharan twisting to try to get away from her. His cock hardened as he gave a groaning cry, and his hips lurched forward as if seeking a hole to fuck.
“Perfect!” She handed the jar off to someone, then waved everyone out. “Go on, you perverts! I'll need some privacy to make love to my consort.”
The monsters chittered as they left and the heavy door shut behind them with a groan. I guess it was okay for me to watch. Either that, or she had forgotten that I was there. I wasn't about to remind her either. I needed to be near Dal for my plan to work. Okay, it wasn't exactly a plan so much as an idea. But I couldn't put it into action until the bitch left.
Except now, the bitch was getting naked.
Armor clattered to the ground and her clothing followed it. Despite all her monstrosity, Gremara was still humanoid and she rubbed that human-ish pussy over Dalsharan's cock. But as she angled her hips and grabbed his dick to work it inside her, Dal started whispering. The words came through my earpiece, but I didn't understand them. They sounded like Old Fae—a language even the Fae didn't speak anymore. He was casting a spell—something faeries rarely do. As I mentioned, spells are a different kind of magic and iron doesn't suppress them. It has something to do with the difference of calling on power outside of themselves as opposed to using what's inside.
Gremara cursed and lurched back. Dal's dick was limp again.
“You fool!” She screamed at him. “You could have just closed your eyes and enjoyed it. I would have fucked you for a few days and then let you go. But now, you're gonna rot.” She leaned closer and snarled in his face. “And I'm still going to fuck you! Your spell will wear off by morning and then I'll be back for you. You'll have pieces falling off your body, but your cock will be hard again because you won't have satisfied the wild-rot. You'll be begging me to fuck you even as you die!”
“No, I won't,” Dalsharan said as he met her stare. “I'll cast the spell again and again until you're left with nothing but a putrid corpse.”
Gremara hissed and struck Dal across the face. I flinched, but she had her claws retracted so all she left was a hand print instead of raking half his face off. I let out my breath softly as she stormed from the room and slammed the door shut behind her.
“What the fuck did she put on you?” I hissed under my breath as I reached for my boot.
“It's an evil potion,” Dal said, his voice strained, then he gasped.
“Dal?” I looked up to find him hanging limply. “Dalsharan?!” I hissed.
“I'm all right,” he murmured. “For now. In a few minutes, the rot will start. If you deny the potion its fuel, it starts to eat you.”
“What the fuck?!” I gaped at him.
“The magic in the potion feeds on the energy of sex. If denied, it will feed on the body it's applied to instead. I will start to decompose soon. You need to prepare yourself, Ravyn. It will be brutal and painful. I will likely scream. Don't watch. I don't want you to see me like that.”
“That's not going to happen. I won't let it.”
“There's no cure for this. None but sex.”
“Fine.” I sighed as if it were a great sacrifice. “I'll fuck you. Sheesh, you didn't have to go to such great lengths just to get me in bed.”
Dal chuckled but it was a grim sound. “To save me, you'd have to start very soon, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. No, he didn't just fucking call me sweetheart when I was locked in a Farungal cage and his fucking dick was about to rot off! I pulled out my lock picking tools and started rapidly working the lock on my cage.
Dal's head lifted when he noticed what I was doing, and he made a huffing laugh. “Holy fuck, you do have a plan.”
“Stick with me, Hawk Lord, and I'll get us into and out of all the worst places.” I winked at him.
Dal chuckled again, then he groaned. As soon as the cage door swung open, I scrambled out and ran to Dalsharan. His head hung on his chest. I started to pick his shackles but as I worked, he lifted his head, and I caught a smudge of black in the corner of my eye. I glanced at him and flinched. Half his face was mottled as if bruised. As I watched, a lesion opened and pus leaked out.