Chapter 2
Zander left the theater’s roar behind, the echoes of Serva and Vassal’s muffled screams and cries fading as he strode through the silo’s corridors, his mind a calm sea amid the storm he’d orchestrated.
He was humming with power, and he enjoyed distributing it out to his favorites, which didn’t include Lucien at the moment.
Lucien was more concerned with dollars than he should be. Reputation was more important to Zander than money at this stage of his long existence, and he’d lost respect for Lucien during their strategy conversations over the past days.
Also, Zander wasn’t positive Lucien wasn’t secretly siding with the Concilio vampires, and this was the true cause of his reticence to take action, rather than a worry of their bottom line.
Zander would need to go through his manager’s mind, and soon, but it would take some planning to pull it off with finesse.
It was more likely that Lucien was merely worried about the reputation of the yearly event, but Zander would always be more concerned with his personal morals over a business venture.
Besides, they had to turn down dozens of vampires every year due to the limited amount of space.
Even if half chose not to return for a few years, they’d still have a full house.
And Zander felt certain that — as long as there weren’t further problems — everyone would feel good about returning in future years.
For one thing, being present for this was huge bragging rights, for another, the odds someone else would act up while here were slim.
And finally, in the future, Zander would be hosting Concilio-only one year, Senatus-only the next.
He checked in with the security chief, read through the logs to see if anyone had gone above ground since the last time he’d looked, and then made his way to his quarters to check on Emerald.
But she wasn’t there, and neither was his boy.
Do you know where Emerald is? He asked Spencer.
No, but I assume she’s either in the cafeteria or on the flock’s common floor.
He could see that Spencer was overseeing the setup for the evening’s feeding frenzy, so he thanked him and let him get back to it.
Zander’s lips curved when he spotted Emerald with three plates in front of her — scrambled eggs with gravy alongside crispy bacon glistening with fat on one, biscuits drenched in creamy gravy on the second, and waffles drowning in amber maple syrup on the third.
Her fork moved with purpose as she ate and talked to her friends.
Her coloring wasn’t completely right yet, and he could still sense a little weakness. She’d lost too much weight while sick, and he didn’t like the way her cheekbones poked out, or the bones of her wrists and hands.
Rather than stand over her, he pulled a chair from another table and sat across from her, between Rhea and Felix. He’d started to sit between her and Felix, but didn’t want to give the appearance that their friendship bothered him.
“Is this wise, little dragon?”
Emerald’s gaze met his, a spark of defiance dancing in their depths. “The thought doesn’t turn my stomach, and I’m sick of bland food.”
She sighed. “Eggs are okay, and biscuits. The gravy is probably pushing it, and maybe the syrup, but I figure the rest is fine, and my clothes are all way too loose. I need calories.”
She leaned forward a little, then sat back. “Besides, I have plans, and I’m going to need my strength. I’m going to fuck Serva and Vassal when the flock’s turn comes.” She hesitated. “But, I kind of need to ask for a favor.”
Zander arched a brow but didn’t comment, and he had to suppress a grin. She was like a bright, unyielding flame, and he adored her.
She paused a few seconds, and when she realized he was waiting to hear the favor, she dove in, her gaze unwavering.
“I want to be last, so I don’t ruin their holes for everyone else, because I intend to use a troll dildo strap-on for their asses, and Serva’s cunt — then a horse cock, slimmer, but plenty long enough to get all the way into their stomachs when I fuck their throat.
” Her lips curled into a predator’s smile.
“I want them to feel every fucking inch of their ruin.”
Now, Zander let his smile form. Their largest troll dildo was as big as a soda can at the tip, three times that at the base, and fifteen inches long. The horse cock was slightly fatter than a Coke can throughout, but it was also thirty inches long. Emerald’s vengeance plan was lovely, but…
“You’re still weak.”
She shrugged. “My forty percent is probably the same as someone else’s one hundred percent.
Ten minutes per hole would be fifty minutes, so maybe I do their assholes for ten minutes and the others for five?
I’ll see how I’m holding up and gauge it from there.
” She hesitated. “Or if you don’t want me to have that long, I can reconfigure. ”
“We’ll add you onto the end of their time, so take as long as you want. It was due to stop two hours before the feeding frenzy, so anything less than an hour should be fine.”
He stood. “Rest up. If you set yourself back by doing too much, I’ll be displeased.”
He heard Rhea saying “OMG, how hot was that?” on his way out of the cafeteria, and he didn’t bother hiding his grin.
He checked in on Felix’s thoughts, and her friend was conflicted over whether he should go watch to support his friend, or escape into a video game and try to forget what would be happening two floors above.
Hours later, Zander went to Emerald in his suite and watched her apply dramatic makeup.
“You ate again?” He knew she had, since she’d eaten with Spencer and he’d let Zander know.
“Yes, and it feels heavy, but I’m not sick from it. It’s fine. Spence found a unitard for me to wear. I was going to do this naked, but he said the person in power should be clothed for this kind of thing.”
“And he’s right. Is there anything else you need from me?”
“Are you kidding? This kind of closure over the pain they put me through is priceless. I mean, I’d add a couple days of silver poisoning on top of it if I was in charge, but this is fine.
Better than fine. Thank you for bringing Kendra in, and for letting me finish the public part of their punishment. ”
“I can push some energy to your aura, but your shields are so strong, even though I’ve had your blood and you’re oathed to me, I’d be reticent to try to push it straight into you.”
She shook her head and then went back to adding mascara to her lashes.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine.
I’m going to tear their asses up, and their throats along with the rest of their insides, but they’re already in such rough shape, it might not even take ten minutes in their asses.
Even if the whole thing is only twenty or thirty minutes for all five holes, it’ll be more than enough to do the kind of damage I want. ”
Zander checked in with security, found out several people were still in all four lines, and he told them not to allow anyone else onstage, and to escort people offstage when they finished.
Emerald drank some electrolytes with extra honey in the water while they waited the last little bit, and about fifteen minutes later, when security let Zander know the final people were taking their turns, he flew her upstairs to keep her from tiring herself out on the steps, and the two walked into the theatre together.
Serva and Vassal stood locked in the pillories, their branded and whipped bodies slick with blood, sweat, and the leavings of countless violations.
The crescent moons on their flesh glistened under the stage lights in livid purplish-red, with blackened and charred edges.
The wooden frames held them mercilessly — heads clamped high, dental gags forcing their mouths into grotesque circles.
No resistance remained in them, and their bodies moved with the cocks in their asses and throats.
Zander walked her past security and up the steps, his hand steady at the small of her back.
He watched her step into the harness and adjust the straps with practiced efficiency until the massive troll dildo jutted forward from her hips like a weapon.
He wished he could telepath with her, to tell her she looked glorious, but since he couldn’t, he stood with her in patient silence, watching the final four users finish their allotted fifteen minutes.
The first of the four to step away had been using Serva’s ass, and Emerald stepped forward to take his place.
Unsurprisingly, a crowd had formed again. Gossip can’t be stopped in the silo, and Zander hadn’t tried to keep their conversation in the cafeteria private. Likely, most everyone in the room at the time heard them, so all these hours later, flock and guests packed the theatre once again.
Emerald moved with a grace that belied her lingering weakness, lining the dildo up with Serva’s ass, gripping the vampire’s hips with steady hands, and then forcing it into her in seven powerful thrusts, each a little farther than the last, and the last splitting Serva’s ass open with a pop before seating all the way inside.
Zander watched in approval as Emerald skillfully drove the troll dildo into Serva’s ass with brutal thrusts. Serva’s body jerked violently, and her shrieks and screams echoed through the cavernous room.
When the bear-shifter fucking her throat came down it and left, Serva begged for mercy that Zander knew, without a doubt, Emerald would not give.
But then she surprised him by slowing. However, rather than doing so for mercy, it was to taunt. “That’s right, beg for mercy, Serva. Beg one of the people you fucking poisoned to go easy on you. Fuck, you really are an idiot, aren’t you?”
Emerald sped back up, and now Serva gave apologies, whimpering out excuses and regrets, crazy justifications, and between them, pathetic pleas for mercy. Her lidless eyes were bloodshot, her mouth spread so wide by the gag she was barely able to enunciate well enough to be understood.