“You’re such a good whore, letting me destroy your hungry cunt until it throbs around my cock, milking my come to fill your tight channel. Can you feel us all here, feasting on your pleasure? They’re starving for your emotions and your arousal.” He wrenched out of her core, which gushed obsidian liquid as he sank to his knees and began dining on her swollen lips.
The moment he did so, the place erupted in the music of pleasure. Every single feeder inside the room began pumping her hips like she were screwing an undetected suitor. Black lines pulsed, trilling with magic until the whites of their eyes were devoured by the inky substance.
Zahruk eagerly ravaged the feeder’s cunt, not halting when her cries turned anguished and she quit struggling to get away from his devilish tongue.
My mind whirred with the ramifications of what was transpiring, but I wasn’t clear how to end it, either. I was so distracted with trying to figure out how best to get them out of the room, that I didn’t notice Zahruk moving until he was slamming me against the wall.
He held me in place while he stared into the depths of my soul with the kaleidoscope of rainbow-hues captured in his eyes. They glittered while examining my face, and his lips curved into an ominous smile before I pressed my hands against him to shove him away.
The moment my palms flattened against his chest, the thunderous shrill of shouts burst through my mind. They were cruelly snarled words which formed a deafening multitude of voices, all howling at once to feast on me, and drain me for the power they sensed in my soul.
Zahruk pinched my chin between his long fingers and pressed my head back against the wall. The other palm glided over my abdomen while he dropped his head, following what his fingers probed. He released a chuckle that caused ice to form in my veins as he felt the babe in my belly move against his touch.
“We could make this little prince ours and claim him as one of us so easily. But you wouldn’t want that, would you? Let us slake this hunger and feast on your pussy, and we will allow him to remain pure, untainted by us,” he offered as fear slammed into me.
There was something else here, something that probed me for a weakness. I felt it crashing against the walls that protected my mind and power from being infiltrated by anyone or anything else. Dark, sadistic laughter escaped his lips as I added barriers and pushed harder against his solid chest.
“Get the fuck off me, Zahruk,” I ordered in a frosty, infuriated tone. The surrounding women continued whimpering and moaning as if he’d never relinquished his control of their bodies.
His laugh was hollow as his mouth closed the distance between us, but he didn’t kiss me. Zahruk’s feverish lips lingered a hair’s breadth from mine. “Do you hear them purring with their praise for me? Listen to them singing for the savage brutality we’re unleashing on their hungry cunts that weep for more. We fuck them so rough and forcefully that our sluts recognize nothing else, and they cry out for us to empty our essence into their frenzied bodies until it trickles out and drips down their thighs. You thirst to be like them, don’t you? I can soothe your need and force you to feel the same pleasurable torment until you want for nothing else. You could be a good slut for me and let me savor your pussy until you shatter in pleasure and drip down my chin, Synthia. No one would ever know you let me fuck your starving cunt.”
I didn’t hesitate. My magic shot into him, sending him sailing through the room, slamming him into the wall so hard plaster peppered the ground. He snapped his face up, smirking devilishly as he climbed to his feet.
“You wish to play rough with me? I enjoy it more when it’s cruel and loaded with violence.” His head dipped, but the way he did it wasn’t natural.
His entire body rippled with power, and his movements were too fast for me to register as he flicked his pointer finger to his thumb, snapping them together. The women exploded, shrieking as if the orgasms slamming through them were brutal and agonizing. Zahruk’s smile was dark, as his wicked-looking wings stretched from his vertebra to cast the room in shadow.
His eyes blazed, fluctuating between shades, as if more than just Zahruk was looking at me through them. “I’ve watched you with Ryder before, and I know you love being roughed up and ruthlessly savaged until your pussy drips with his come, soaking your cunt and thighs. I want my turn between your legs, listening to you pleading for mercy. Screaming for mercy as I pound your wet, needy core. Let’s play, woman.”
“Let’s not,” I returned coldly, tiptoeing closer to the door as he mirrored my movement. “I’m certain Ryder wouldn’t be happy if you so much as touched me wrong, Zahruk.”
“You won’t make it out of this chamber before I seize you,” he informed in a gravelly, raspy timbre. His torso was a solid wall of muscle and ink that wandered down to his abdomen and lower. Zahruk’s cock was tremendous and erect. It hung between his powerful thighs, promising pleasure and carnage to anybody who taunted or provoked its owner. “Just one taste of your desire is all I am seeking.”
“I don’t think—”
“What the hell is happening in here?” Ristan was unnaturally still, his tone dark and biting. His hands were clenched in tight fists at his side, and his body poised as if he expected conflict.
“Synthia was just offering to locate more feeders to satisfy my hunger, brother,” Zahruk said with amusement flickering in his eyes. “I’m still peckish and do not wish to deplete these feeders more than I already have.”
I peered at the feeder, about to point out what I’d noticed to Ristan, but the tendrils of black stripes were no longer detectable. The arousal dripping from her pussy wasn’t black, either, and had transformed back into clear fluid. In fact, all the feeders appeared unharmed, fully sated, and lost in the afterglow of being extremely fucked.
“I’ll assign more shortly. It’s not Synthia’s responsibility to supply the room with feeders, brother. Next time, call in someone else while your cock is swinging and covered in your dinner’s arousal.” Ristan dropped his palm to the base of my spine, guiding me out of the chamber.
“See that you have more pussy delivered quickly. We are all starving.” Zahruk’s comment made Ristan pause, which had him squinting back over his shoulder.
My fist balled into his shirt, snapping him into motion again. Once we were beyond Zahruk’s hearing, I whirled on him.
“Something is really wrong with Zahruk,” I reported.
“You don’t say? He had his cock out and didn’t attempt to cover the monstrosity in your presence. Not to mention, he crossed a dangerous line when he proposed he make you drip down his fucking chin. Ryder will not let this slide. He’s going to be fucking pissed that Zahruk was nude, muttering filthy shit to you, Flower.”
“I don’t want Ryder to know what transpired,” I admitted. “Not yet, anyhow. There’s something else going on here. We need to contain Zahruk in the cage beside Alden and then figure out what the hell is happening with him. I touched Zahruk to push him back, and the moment my hands touched his flesh, I heard hundreds of voices shouting inside my mind. That’s not Zahruk inside that chamber—not exclusively, at least. It felt like there were several other beings in that room feeding from the girls, but I only saw him. I saw something,” I stated, pausing to determine how best to describe what I’d seen. “I saw the ink-colored sludge, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. It was visible when Zahruk fed from the one he had strapped on the table. The sludge in the feeders echoed every thrust he made into the girl he had strapped down as if he were controlling it,” I muttered, feeling the crease in my brow deepen. Ristan’s fingers slid through his hair, and he grunted in incredulity.