Chapter 10
Ten
Ziggy- 22 years old
“ I have to go down to camp. Not only do I need to keep up appearances, but he said he would meet me at the kitchen.”
Lydia rolls her eyes at me as she braids her curly white hair back. “Fine. But if you’re not back by sunset I’m coming after you regardless of how dangerous you think it might be,” she scolds me.
“Yes, dear.” Coming up behind her I drape my arms over her shoulders. She is so godsdamn beautiful. Beautiful, strong, and wildly intelligent. It’s crazy how far we have come. Tilting her head back, Lydia puckers her lips looking for a kiss.
I swear it was only supposed to be a sweet see-you-later kiss. Just a quick peck before I took care of business. But that’s not what happened. Within seconds I’ve picked her up and thrown her onto the cot. She giggles as she lands with a bounce, causing her tunic to rise over her hips, putting her perfect pussy on display. A deep, rough growl emanates from my chest as I crawl up the foot of the bed, pressing soft kisses up her legs.
“Zigmund Nyx! You have a meet—” Anything else she had to say dies on her tongue the moment mine meets her slit. One taste and I’m a fiend. Spreading her open, my tongue glides up to her clit, giving it slow, long licks.
“Ziggy. You really don’t have much time,” she whines needily while her hips betray her words, forcing my face deeper.
I lift my head just enough for her to see my grin. “I can’t start my day without breakfast, and devouring your cunt sounds like the perfect meal,” Sliding a finger into her soaked core, Lydia gasps. “Do you really want me to stop,” I question, pressing a second finger inside of her, pumping lazily. She bites her lips and shakes her head.
Lowering my head, I ravage her. Every flick of my tongue has her tightening around my fingers a little more. I close my lips around her clit and suck. My little thief's breathy moans is the sweetest music. Her pussy clenches, begging for more—and of course I oblige. Curling my fingers, I stoke that sweet spot while licking and sucking until she’s screaming out my name and dripping down my hand.
Removing my glistening fingers, I place them in my mouth and suck, savoring every drop of her. Lydia’s eyes darken, her lips slightly parted.
“Alright, off to work I go,” I jest, sitting back on my heels.
But Lydia was not having that. Instantly she was up, swinging her leg over to straddle me, her hand planted in the middle of my chest, pressing my back into the stiff mattress. “Think again,” she taunts.
With wild eyes never leaving mine, she reaches between us to pull the tie of my pants, dipping her slender hand inside. My cock jumps as she wraps her fingers around it, absolutely aching for her. Biting down on her lip, Lydia lifts herself, positions me at her entrance, and impales herself in one go.
“ Fuuuckk. That’s right, baby, take what you need.” My voice is rough as I pull her face down to mine and groan into her mouth.
She’s so fucking soaked I can feel her drip down my balls with each bounce. She uses me as her personal fuck doll, stealing her pleasure—like the little thief she is. My hands find their way to her hips, grasping her tightly while I help guide her movements. And when she starts to slow down I work myself, slamming my hips against her.
Lydia leans back, placing her hands on my thighs, giving me the perfect view of where we are connected. “Don’t we look so good together? Watch as my pussy swallows you whole. I want you to see the moment I come undone all over you.”
My brain stalls and my body freezes. Dear gods, this girl is going to be the death of me.
Lydia rolls her hips, grinding down on me. A chorus of god s and fuck s fills the tent as she climbs higher and higher. My stomach tightens and my balls ache. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. But when her lust filled eyes meet mine and she says, “Be a good boy and stuff me full of your cum,” I absolutely shatter, growling out my release. I just keep coming, ropes and ropes of cum coating her walls. She’s so full of my seed, I watch as it drips down with every erratic bounce. Reaching between us, I strum her little bundle of nerves until tears prick her eyes as she climaxes. At the sight alone I could come again.
Breathlessly, Lydia collapses against my chest. Our hearts race in tandem as I stroke my hand up and down her back.
“I love you.”
My hand locks into place. She…she loves me?
“That’s what she just said. Now, finally tell her how you feel,” Dorran begs.
“Gods, I love you so much. I think I’ve always loved you—even when I hated you.” My voice hitches, filled with so much emotion. In the softest whisper, my heart ache spills from my lips. “Please don’t leave me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My chest heaves up and down trying to fill my lungs as I sprint into the center of camp.
I’m so screwed if I don’t make it to this meeting on time—it’s literally a life or death situation. Without a care, I push past a few guards, getting nasty looks and a few choice words thrown at me. But it’s not until the kitchen is in my sights I can finally breathe again. Unfortunately, that subtle release of tension evaporates when I see a flash of brown curly hair speed through the door.
Great. Just what I need right now.
Shaking my head I continue approaching the building, making sure to stomp up the small flight of stairs. It’s the least I can do to warn the tiny little thing of my arrival. The moment I push open the heavy wooden door, something feels off. The room is thick with magic. The kind of magic that should never be coming off a prisoner.
Small, sharp intakes of breath give away the beings location behind the cauldron. They’ve obviously risked so much to get here, I’m not going to blow their cover.
A loud thump followed by the sound of splintering wood comes from the front of the hut. The door flies off its hinges revealing a red faced guard, obviously on the warpath.
Throwing my arms out wide emphasizing how unnecessary his actions were. “What the ever-loving fuck did my door do to you!”
“Where is she,” Fernin snarls, bearing his yellowed teeth at me.
“Where is who ?” I raise my eyebrows in question, feigning ignorance.
“The fucking curly-haired little shit pixie.”
Ahh, my little stowaway. I remember the early days when anger was all I knew. “I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t care.” My voice is monotone, completely uninterested in continuing this conversation. With a roll of my eyes I point to the wood scattered all over the floor. “Get out of my kitchen, and fix my godsdamn door.”
Obsidian eyes leer at me. “Your kitchen?” He scoffs as if I haven’t been down here cooking for him and all the other stupid fuckers everyday for the last two years. Turning to the shattered entrance Fernin clenches his fists tight—probably about to pop a blood vessel. “Watch yourself, bitch boy. I don’t know how you weaseled your way in here, but I sure as shit won't hesitate to lock you back up in the training area.”
Waiting a beat, I peek around the open doorway, making sure no one is around before I tell the girl the coast is clear. She shimmies out from behind the hanging cast iron. When she lifts her head, molten gold eyes filled with absolute terror meet mine. She’s dressed in a threadbare nightgown showing off purple bruises all over her arms, legs and neck. And her bare feet are covered in dirt.
Oh yeah, she’s definitely one of the healers.
From the corner of my eye I catch a pasty white creature peering in, and I know I’m out of time. I gently tell the girl to grab whatever she needs and go. Magic vibrates off her as her smile grows, quickly taking off with her pastries.
“Ooo I can taste the pixie’s power. It’s a shame she doesn’t know how to use it.” Keir’s gruff voice makes my skin itch.
“Leave her alone. She’s obviously being tortured enough here.”
“Mmm, I suppose so. I’m here on other business anyway.” Keir throws up a glamor, hiding us in plain sight. The last thing either of us needs is to be caught colluding. “You understand the terms of this agreement, Zigmund?”
Biting the inside of my cheek until I taste copper, I give him a short nod. “Three favors to be collected at any time, without question.”
“And…”
“All blood already collected must remain in the camp and Ebrius has to be alive for you to collect his soul.” The favors are one thing—it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make—and letting him have the blood stash is not ideal, but at least it’s already collected and no healers will be further harmed. It’s leaving Ebrius alive that’s going to be the problem. There is no way Lydia is going to take the chance that her father can come back to wreak havoc. But I think she needs her revenge most of all.
Streams of black slither up his face, giving the illusion that it is cracking. “Such a smart soulmancer you are. I can’t wait to see what you do with that power.” He runs his hand across his eyes, taking the skin with it, leaving bone and deep empty sockets where his eyes once were.
I stagger back bumping into the table, overwhelmed by everything happening in front of me.
“I have no clue what you are talking about, K—eir.” I try to keep my voice strong, showing no fear or weakness, but I can’t control the slight waver as his name rolls off my tongue.
He takes a slow step toward me, shadows forming all around us. “Oh yes you do,” he drones lazily. “If you and your alters worked as one you would have the veil lifted. They’re just shattered pieces of your soul that your magic gave life to.”
“We’ve always said we are you. A system.” Malachi’s voice is uncharacteristically soft and compassionate.
“We handle the things you cannot. I particularly love the devil lurking inside. The deviant,” Rune chirps, speaking more than a few words for the first time since the night we met.
My head is spinning, my world crashing right in front of me.
Keir gives me a deathly smile, snatching my arm, dragging me closer. “Now we seal the deal.” His acidic voice is almost as bad as his bite. I feel his magic force its way through my body, locking into every fiber. When he pulls back his flesh hangs from his face, revealing the rune and sigil covered bone beneath.
“Your powers have been unlocked, and can never be suppressed again. Have fun!” Keir’s shadows engulf us, forcing me into unconsciousness.