Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Lila
Xavier’s voice caresses my ear, yet his mouth isn’t anywhere near it.
The sensation tingles down my spine, and I try not to shudder from the feeling.
I spin to face the room. The mist I felt at my back is now gone, but I can feel him watching me.
I can also hear murmured voices and make out shadowed forms, but no one steps forward to speak to me, which adds to the slight discomfort I’m now feeling.
My heartbeat is racing and my adrenaline is high as I step farther into his living quarters.
There’s a strong aroma of incense, spicy and heady, in the air, and there’s a hazy quality to the room, but I don’t see an incense stick burning anywhere.
Looking around, I notice there’s a meal area off to the side of me, but as I walk farther in, my eyes catch on the same kind of picture window that I have.
Directly in front of it, however, is a sunken pit with cushions scattered about instead of a sofa like I have.
Lounging on some of the cushions are the owners of the voices I heard.
There are two women and the being I am assuming is the Milobar, and all of them are naked.
The male Milobar is reclined on the cushions with his hands behind his triangular head, and he’s very vocally enjoying a blow job from each of the girls.
Yes, each of them has a cock in their mouth.
This dude has two dicks, and not side by side like an Earth stingray, but one under the other.
Looks like a fun time. A little prickle of desire floats through my body at the thought of double penetration.
“Oh yes, Lila, the taste of your arousal is exquisite.” Xavier’s words tickle my ear again. I drag my eyes away from the show and look around the room. I still can’t see him, but I guess the group in the pit hears him because they finally realize they have an audience.
“Who the fuck are you?” the Milobar demands aggressively, pushing the women off of him and standing up.
His raging hard-ons point straight out in front of him, and his whip-like tail flicks behind him.
“No one is allowed in these living quarters.” He climbs out of the sunken lounge and starts marching toward me.
I’m frozen to the spot, my eyes locked on his impressive hard-ons.
It’s hard to take someone seriously when they look like this guy does, but self-preservation kicks in and I back up quickly, holding up my hands defensively in front of me.
I know Xavier is watching and waiting to see what I’ll do.
I’m sure he’s expecting me to cower, but I don’t.
I straighten my shoulders and stand my ground.
This guy’s a naked stingray, and besides, I need to show people I can’t be easily intimidated. I’ve got this.
“I’m Lila Adams, and I’m here to see Xavier.” Well, one would assume that I said something shocking with the way the two women in the pit gasp. The struggle not to roll my eyes at their outburst is real.
“How dare you speak the warlock’s name!” The stingray, I’m going to call him Steve, momentarily halts as he tries to wrap his head around me casually talking about Xavier like we’ve been lifelong friends. He sneers down at me. “You aren’t worthy of the air he breathes, you pathetic human.”
I shrug off the disappointment and hurt.
“Maybe not, but he invited me, the human, here.” Then I really put in the screws to this arrogant asshole.
“Maybe he’s grown tired of the same old meal day after day and wants a taste of something different and unique.
” He chuckles quietly in my ear but still doesn’t appear from wherever he’s hiding to help me out, and I guess Steve the stingray doesn’t hear him.
Fuck my life.
A flash of jealousy flares in this guy’s eyes, and both of the women are now out of the pit standing next to him. I was so taken in by Steve and his raging double hard-ons that I hadn’t even seen them move. There’s no denying it, I was dickmatized.
They have features very much like Xavier’s, as well as high cheekbones, pointy, decorated ears, and similar skin tones.
Theirs is a washed-out version of his pretty lavender skin, and they don’t have anywhere near the amount of silver markings he has.
Both of them wrinkle their noses at me like I smell bad.
The temptation to sniff myself to see if I really do stink starts to feel like an itch I need to scratch, but I can’t let them bother me.
“Please, he would suck you dry in no time. You have no discernable power at all,” the pretty redhead says, looking me up and down, and I can tell she’s not impressed with what she sees.
I return the favor, and I can tell you the drapes do indeed match the carpet, or should I say shag pile rug. Do warlocks not believe in grooming?
“As long as he sucks the right things, I really don’t care if he has a mouth like a hoover. I’d rather experience death by orgasm than anything painful.”
I watch as the two girls scowl at my response, clearly not liking where I’m going with this.
“He wouldn’t lower himself to put his mouth on you. He’d only have to put a finger on your skin and you’d be a hollow husk.” This is the other girl. She’s a petite little thing who looks like a dark-haired Tinker Bell. I almost want to shake her to see if any fairy dust will fall out.
“I’m good with fingers too, or tentacles or dicks, whatever he wants to put on or in me.” I shrug casually to show that I am far from picky and have an appetite for anything.
“How do you know about that?” Tinker Bell asks, and I’m momentarily confused, but before I can work out what she’s referring to, the Milobar comes at me again.
I think he’s fed up with this entire conversation, but I could keep going back and forth for days if it continues to piss off Xavier’s harem.
With Steve the stingray coming in hot, however, I have no choice but to shut my mouth and prepare for the showdown.
I brace myself. He gets close enough to grab me, and two things happen at once.
First, Xavier’s mist solidifies behind the Milobar, and second, I jam my knee into his still erect dicks.
Like any male, the Milobar goes down like a sack of shit, groaning loudly, but his tail whips out in response, its frightening barb coming directly for my chest. I close my eyes, accepting my fate will be just like that Aussie dude’s, as slight disappointment that I won’t be able to see what Xavier has to offer echoes in my mind.
But instead of the poisonous weapon burying deeply into my chest, it slams into an invisible barrier and snaps in half, and the Milobar screams in pain.
Huh, guess he didn’t see that one coming.
There’s an aura of fury in the atmosphere, and the two women are now cowering together as the Milobar’s body lifts off the ground and begins to hover in the air.
Xavier’s mist surrounds his form, and the Milobar starts to thrash his arms around.
“No, please, wait! I was just protecting you,” he pleads, trying to breathe between his shouts of pain.
This time, Xavier’s voice has lost the soft, caressing tones he used with me, and there is no mistaking his rage.
My nerves are a little frayed at the end, and I can feel my pulse thumping in my ears as I watch what’s happening to Steve.
“Do you think I need protecting? Am I not one of the most powerful people in the galaxy, or have you forgotten, Mithus?” Oh, okay, not Steve then.
“I just thought—” Mithus argues, but Xavier cuts him off.
“You are not here to think, you are here to be my food. You are nothing more than a meal and occasional cum receptacle. Do not mistake my previous use of your body as affection. You are not powerful enough to be my intimate. None of you are.”
He aims that last statement at the two women who are now sobbing, their hair rising with the sheer power Xavier is pushing out.
Cuts appear across their bodies as his power pulses all around us.
Their faces twist in pain, which is weird because it feels like a tickle of pleasure to me, and I almost giggle.
“I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me?” Mithus begs the still shrouded Xavier.
Xavier says nothing, but Mithus’s back arches in agony.
“Please don’t drain me, please.” I watch as Mithus starts to shrivel in front of me, kind of like a time lapse of a dead body turning into a mummy.
It’s agonizingly slow, and I cringe away from the squealing sounds he’s making.
It’s too much, so I shove my hands over my ears and close my eyes against the gruesome sight.
I try to think of something else that will distract me until the torture is finished, but all I can see is Mithus’s body withering away.
There is no mistake about it. Xavier is fucking powerful.
It abruptly cuts off, and a hand lands on one of my arms, causing me to pull my fingers away from my ears. I peek open an eye and find Mithus on the floor in a fetal position, but he still looks to be alive, barely, but he’s breathing.
“Get him out of my sight,” Xavier says to someone, his hand still on mine.
A group of people have appeared out of a side door and are gathered around, watching the show.
A bipedal grasshopper man leaves the group, comes over, and picks Mithus up.
Two other women, who give me death glares as they walk past, gather up the two who have been battered by Xavier’s powers.
Before they can all leave, Xavier speaks again.
“Hear this and tell everyone. Lila is off limits. She may come and go as she pleases. She is my guest, and as such, you should treat her well. If I find out anyone is mistreating her, what I did to Mithus will be like a space walk.” His tone is deadly, and despite not being able to see him, they all cower and nod before hurrying out of the room.