Chapter 4
Dante
The grand hall was pristine, and I should be surprised that I didn’t need the contraption to breathe, but my mind was still trying to take everything in.
It made sense that there was heavy security and distrust of the world above.
The captain and his men would’ve definitely claimed Brasil as theirs and demolished all that it was.
The gold and pearls that were mere placeholders or decorations as statues of larger versions of what must be previous kings and royals would have been melted down by the pirates above and used at the next port’s tavern.
“Grolver, did I not say he was to come, unharmed?” The soft, lilting voice of the being that sat upon the throne eased the tension along my shoulders.
That shouldn’t be, though. I needed to get back to Xexon. This man ordered my capture from Xexon, even though I posed no threat.
“He tried to escape, My High King.” Grolver, the slimed-up creature, shot me a snarl, his sharp teeth snapping as he bowed low for the man above.
“That doesn’t give you permission to harm him.” He floated down to us, as though he were swimming in the sea itself, though we breathed in air. “He has much to do while he is here in Brasil, and any harm to him could hinder those… acts.”
The High King’s fingers were adorned with the glimmering emeralds that Brasil was known for. Every finger had a golden band, except the middle finger on his left hand. It was settled with an intricate silver ring that wrapped around a violet pearl that glowed softly in the light.
“What do you mean, I have things to do here?”
I shifted so I could move away from the High King, his aura weighing down on me.
I didn’t even argue the point I had not tried to escape, that Grolver was just not careful as he dragged me through the whirling sea.
I swear, he probably banged my body against the walls of Brasil on our way in.
My shoulders ached and my leg felt as though it had been stretched to twice its size.
The High King’s bright gaze burned through me, and I did my best to stare back.
I should’ve probably bowed, as he was the king of Brasil, but after kidnapping me in the middle of the night from who I knew was my mate, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
It would be too easy for them to kill me right now.
But I should act as being worthy of Xexon’s bond.
His gentleness soon shifted under a dark cloud of shadows as his face lowered. My spine rattled with the warning of what was to come as the High King invaded my space, his smooth and delicate features crooked and cruel now.
“Oh, why you are to be the new concubine of the five kingdoms, of course.”
It took a moment for my mind to work through his words, but that single word rolled through and across my tongue like acid. “Concubine?”
“Yes,” the High King chuckled, leaning away. “You see, we seem to have lost all the good ones of late. They couldn’t keep up with the needs of the royalty. So it’s such a great opportunity that you landed in our lap. Lord Aephrim of the North wanted to kill you, but I have great plans.”
“What do you mean? I didn’t land in your lap. You took me,” I spat out, a sneer crumpling my features. Were they seriously going to use a human as a sex slave?
“Bring him along.” The High King turned away without so much as a response to me.
Fear finally took hold of my body and I reared back against Grolver, trying to catch him off guard. He was aware of my antics, though, and both slimy hands gripped my arms tightly, pinning me to his side.
“I can’t wait until it’s my turn to fuck you,” he growled into my ear.
Fuck.
I bucked around and kicked out, but none of it was of any use.
I was dragged along, down a long grand corridor, to a large bathroom that was more like a full bath house, steam obscuring half my sight.
The heat clogged up my senses and I swallowed hard as I was stripped bare and tossed into the scalding water.
Two young male servants went about scrubbing me, their eyes cast down and their hands remained determined and did not stray.
Grolver stood at the brim of the bath, arms folded and a wicked grin slicing across his fishlike face.
The High King shed his garbs off to the left, elegant and gentle, like the fairies of old. His cock was already at half mast, pointing toward me as he slowly dipped himself into the close-to-boiling water.
“You are divine. I can see why Xexon the beast wanted you for himself. I hope he hasn’t spoiled you yet, though.” The High King circled around me, the two servants making quick work of washing every piece of grime from my body before they disappeared out of sight.
I clenched my teeth to hide my disdain and not argue about Xexon. They wouldn’t know if he had touched me yet, but in this moment I wished he had. I wished I had some sort of memory to hold on to while I was here.
“Get him out,” the High King ordered and before I could shift to look at him, Grolver had reached down and yanked me back up, almost dislocating my shoulder. “I need to make sure you are clean before I allow you to feel what I have in store for you.”
“Fuck you!” I shouted out before I was slammed in the head with Grolver’s giant fist and my vision went dark.
As my eyes refocused and my senses cleared, I realized I was being dragged back through the corridor, butt-ass naked, my cock bouncing along as my ass scraped against the rough floor.
I was tossed to the floor, my body in a heap in the middle of a room void of any furniture. The wall was lined with guards of varying species, some similar to Grolver.
“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” The High King grinned as my body was moved this way and that, splayed out and propped up. My mind was still in a daze and my limbs too weak to fight back.
“Xexon.” My throat was raw, the metallic taste of blood pooling behind my tongue. My very soul screamed out for Xexon, but I knew he couldn’t save me. Not while the entire army of Brasil protected the kingdom.
The High King pressed up against my back entrance, the heat of his cock boiling into nausea that burned its way up to mix with the blood. I clenched my eyes shut to make sure the guards that watched, a few secretly shifting in their slacks, couldn’t see the pitiful tears that blurred my vision.
I forced my mind to wander… away from this city and the act that was about to happen. Even as he entered my body, my mind went dull and the scream that escaped me felt so far away.
Once the High King was finished with his needs, I was dropped to the cold stone floor and left in the hands of the lust-filled guards.
The first one that reached me enjoyed my ass more than anything.
He used his fin-like hands to slap across my already raw flesh, gripping my two globes and kneading them to his own liking.
He leaned down over my head and back, stuffing his slimy face into the crease of my ass, inhaling deep.
“So fucking perfect. The High King’s seed mixed with your lovely omega juices. Delicious.” His rough tongue was like sandpaper against my raw hole, bringing forth another scream from my broken throat and blood pooling from my puckered bud.
The pain started in my ass but reached up and pounded in my head. The guard’s cock dangled against my cheek, thick and veiny and oozing a green liquid. I swallowed down bile once more as I surrendered to the will of these men.
Each guard was satisfied with waiting their turn, using my body up one after the other. By the time there was only one guard left, my vision was dim and my body was all but a carcass on the floor.
I barely felt my body being moved at first, the guard—Grolver—reaching out and opening my mouth up wide.
“This is how it’s going to be. Too many have used that disgusting ass of yours.” Grolver wrapped his long tail around my throat, the scales that lined it rough and burned as it scratched me.
The goop of his fingers filled my senses once more before he positioned himself in front of me and I got a good look at his cock–cocks. There were two…
Two long appendages twirled around one another, twisting to make one large dick that he shoved down my throat in a quick move.
Grolver’s scales cut into my flesh, my throat being scratched raw.
The heat of my warm blood trickled down past my shoulders and pattered against the cold ground.
My scream was muffled as he forced their twisted-up cock further down my tight throat.
Without the flow of oxygen, my stomach heaved, lungs tied into knots.
It caused me to buck against the intrusion, bile rolling up and trying to escape.
“You best not release yourself on my cock, snail!” Grolver seethed even as his cocks pulsed and he pumped harder against the back of my throat.
Tears still blurred my vision and I almost didn’t notice the vein-like red pulsing across my peripheral.
They pounded with the race of my heart, the back of my neck prickling with a painful shiver.
The sensation built up until my skull split open and my body melted.
Or that was how I imagined it had happened.
Every bone within my body cracked and splintered, my jaw unhinging itself so that it could take the rest of the guard’s cock down my throat. My teeth sank back into my gums, the metallic bitterness of my own blood mixing with the salty rasp of the guard’s cocks.
“Fuuuck, you can do that with your mouth? What a perfect little snail.” He grunted as his cocks untethered themselves and scissored inside my throat, stretching me even more.
This time, though, my insides gave way and moved smoothly with his silent demands, the burn along my skin smoothed itself down to a slick, sensitive scaley hide.
The agony of my arms and fingers cracking made a silent shriek rattle my chest before they merged together, stitching into my sides and disappearing into shimmering scales.