12. The Unfair Act #3
Azael is the first one to speak, his tone dark.
He appears different too. The underside of his snow-white wings appear darker, as if coated in ash.
His face is all sharp angles, a sinister look shimmers in his glittery sapphire eyes.
"Sometimes, you need to be cruel to be kind, Azizam.
And you, my sweet, need a touch of cruelty.
We have been worshiping at your altar ever since you bewitched us, and so we shall until the stars extinguish. But a lesson awaits."
Azael, you are freaking me out with your twisted angel-speak!
Sufficiently disturbed by his eerie monologue, I look around the room and notice everyone but Silas. Archie seems to have temporarily calmed down, napping in an armchair.
Glad the rut-machine is out of commission for a while. My ass says, thanks!
Zien moves at vampire speed and inhales deeply, his nose pressed to my pussy. There's not enough slack in the ropes for me to close my legs!
"You smell so delicious, Love, covered in our release. At our mercy. Look at this tiny pearl," he scrapes my clit with a clawed finger. "Engorged with blood. It's begging for a bite, don't you think?" He cocks his head to one side eerily.
"Don't you dare, you overgrown bat from—" Zien strikes my clit with a sharp slap, "—Aaaah!"
"What"—slap—"did"—slap—"you"—slap—"say,"—slap—"Love?" Zien continues, sounding vexed.
"Aaaah, stop it!" I yell, my pussy stinging badly from his well-aimed slaps. He strikes lightning fast, piercing my clit with his fang and starts sucking both my blood and my abused nub with strong pulls. I can't help but writhe in pain and ecstasy at the same time.
Hell! Is this what humans refer to as blood-play? Way to go brain! Why not muse about other BDSM techniques while getting tortured?
He releases my clit after a few more suckling pulls, but again, does not heal the bite. It's throbbing painfully and I feel dizzy. I slip up and ask, perhaps a little tearfully, "Why aren't you healing your bites, Zien? It hurts! All of this hurts!"
He frowns as if he's just realized that, and opens his mouth to answer, when a deep growl rises from the back of the room.
They part, making way for a huge onyx panther with muted golden rosettes on his shiny coat, as he slowly prowls toward the bed.
Silas! Troll's tits in a teacup! He looks like he ate a sleuth of grizzlies and doubled up in size!
I yank at the ropes futilely and feel a strange anticipation build inside the room.
What are these bastards waiting for?
Silas nears the bed on silent paws with black claws, going clack...clack on the wooden floor. A predator stalking his prey.
"Good kitty..." I whisper faintly, not willing to spook him. He pounces on the bed, making it creak under his weight, and settles on top of me, his huge head nuzzling my neck.
I can't help but feel a little warmth seep into my cold body. I didn't even realize I was cold until his heat enveloped me.
"Too...heavy...Silas!" I grunt, crushed beneath his weight.
He raises his head and stares at me with piercing golden eyes, as if saying, 'So? Deal with it.'
I'll show him by dropping a floating mountain on him next time!
"Don't crusss..shhh...Mate..Sss..ilassss.
" Archie growls from the foot of the bed.
Hearing Archie, who seems to have woken up, Silas's hackles rise and he immediately jumps off of me, and tackles him to the ground.
There's a loud thud, Baz tries to intervene but others hold him off.
They both roll around on the floor and I hear an audible crack followed by a howl.
"Silas! Stop tearing into Archie!" I shout loudly.
His head snaps in my direction, and he thumps one large paw on Archie's head.
"Silas!" I gape in shock. He lets out a proud huff, turns and pounces on me again, his huge front paws land on the curve of my stomach. My breath whooshes out, as my insides are squished.
Azael moves toward Archie who lies unconscious, probably to heal him, as he bleeds from the head wound.
"What's wrong with you, you big oaf?" I can't help but yell, tears of frustration pooling in my eyes.
This situation is fucked beyond repair!
Silas just ignores me and starts sniffing my torso with an occasional lick, his whiskers poke my stomach. My whole body feels sore as fuck. I can barely breathe with his hulking form sitting on top of me, so I plead with him.
"Silas, please! I am too sore. Stop! All of you, just stop!"
He glances up, but the cuddly big cat I love is nowhere to be found. The Panther stares out of his glowing eyes.
A shaft of cold Veilmoonlight hits his panther and he starts morphing back to his human form suddenly. I sigh a little in relief. Maybe he can be reasoned with now.
But that tiny hope is dashed quickly, as his expression turns feral. He's moon-mad!
"Silas?" I whisper, my heart fluttering like a hummingbird behind my ribs.
He sniffs deeply, and his fangs lengthen akin to his panther form, glinting wickedly in the shaft of Veilmoonlight. He presses harder onto me with his naked body, crowding me. Alistair inches closer but Silas snaps his head at him, snarling like a beast.
As he retreats, Silas focuses back on me, purring deeply. I stare into his golden eyes, the familiar hazel missing. Silas has left the building.
"Rinn, help! Get him off me." I pull at the ties, coaxing and demanding at the same time, noticing him from the corner of my eye, not breaking my stare with Silas.
In response, his tentacles shoot out and latch onto my nipples, suckling with strong pulls.
“You fucking bastard!” Cursing the day I met the demon, I thrash around helplessly. Zien tries to move closer but Silas growls at him too, baring his long fangs.
"Don't agitate him, Aleiraah" Alistair whispers, sounding worried. "Archer broke Silas's ribs and in turn his Panther bashed in Archer's skull for coming in between you two."
Suddenly, Silas swipes his claws at Rinn's tentacles, tearing them off of my nipples.
"Son of a bitch! I’m helping you, Silas!" Rinn curses loudly, and Silas roars.
"Stay still, Starling" Baz cautions, "Shit! I believe Silas’s panther is trying to claim you. Try to hold him off. We'll get you free."
Claim me? Is Baz moon-mad?! How can Silas claim me? And how in hell's teeth should I hold him off, when I'm strung up like an offering?
"Release me you bunch of numb-nuts! Now!" I yell at the top of my lungs.
Silas, sensing he's about to get pulled off, grabs my hair, arching my neck away and settles his head in the crook of my neck. He starts purring like those old motor engines that mortals invented, and my eyes widen when I feel his sharp fangs prick the curve of my neck.
Is he planning to rip off my throat? But, his panther loves me!
He probes at my pussy with his dick. Only this time I can feel tiny barb-like structures toward the tip.
WHAT THE FUCK! Since when does he have barbs on his dick? And he is trying to fuck me with that?
"Silas! NO!" I shout vehemently, struggling futilely to push him off me, but it's too late.
I hear others shout, but it doesn't register. He enters me in all his barbed glory with a brutal thrust. His long fangs sink into the side of my neck where it meets my shoulder like two hot iron pokes.
I scream out in agony.