Chapter 35 | Lukain
Lukain
I barge into the wing of the Firehold belonging to the ragtag band of zealous ladies called the Chained Sisters. My urgency and need is quickly humbled by what I see.
Dozens of girls—Grimdaughters included—work together at tables, heads bent low, creating the tincture we now know as Silverblood. Many of them are half-dressed and relaxed, talking pleasantly to themselves.
I feel like I’ve invaded their sacred space, so I stand straight in the archway, clearing my throat. “Erm, pardon my intrusion.”
Most of them ignore me, thankfully, though I catch some of them giggling. One girl yells at the giggler, slapping her behind and scolding her. “No, no, Lyroan. You just got over one bloodsucker. We’re not gonna let you get attached to a half-bloody!”
Lyroan, the quaint dhampiress in question, lets out a mewling sound. “Aw, you’re no fun, Aleth!”
“Eyes down, back on your work!”
I hear chuckling to my left, behind a curtain. Male chuckling. Hurrying over, I yank the curtain back to reveal Garroway on his back, lying on a bench, hands behind his head. “You seem well,” I mutter.
He grins. “I feel free. Liberated from the confines of an overbearing presence on my mind.”
I don’t know how to answer that, so I don’t.
“Lots of women in here looking for suitors, Lukain,” he adds, bobbing his eyebrows.
The grayskin is even more chipper than usual. It’s unnerving. “There’s only one woman I’m after.”
“I know.” He gives me a curt military nod, making fun of my curtness by trying on a faux version of his own. “Best find her then, hadn’t we?”
“You know where she is? Skartovius went rampaging out of the sparring room an hour ago when I bested him.”
“He didn’t let you win?” He chuckles again, the prick. “I figure we can smell her easily enough.” Garroway slides onto his feet, stretching his arms overhead and cracking his back this way and that. “Come, good sir.”
He leads me out of the chamber, into the Firehold proper. This place I used to run has certainly changed. I can’t deny that people seem happier than when I was in charge.
Garroway is like a man possessed, marching through hallways, past rooms, peeking in, moving on, through the eating hall, past it. Eventually, he moves us toward the back of the Firehold leading north, deeper into old mine shafts and closed tunnels that are hard to navigate.
As dhampirs, we both have vision well-suited toward dim lighting. Here, however, it’s pitch black. That doesn’t stop Garroway from increasing his pace.
“I can’t scent her. How can you?” I ask.
“I can’t either. A furry friend of mine is guiding me.”
Ah. Right. His beast-charming. One of the things making me feel wholly inadequate in this band of miscreants, until Sephania and Garroway showed me the error of my self-pity.
We walk for what feels like hours. I know it’s not, but my mind can’t stop turning over. I want to know what afflicted Skartovius so badly during our bout, and I have a feeling wherever he is, Sephania will be.
Sure enough, we hear them before we see them. It’s the telltale sound of panting, slapping flesh, moaning, and muffled screams. Grunting and rutting and everything that makes my cock swell at the slightest touch when my little grimmer is involved.
I try to put out of mind the other participant in these activities is my half-brother. Because it’s not him I’m here for anymore. If the sounds of their extravagant fucking are anything to go by, he’s recovered and is doing fine.
Garroway and I turn the corner to a small, open cavern. The heat of their sex slams against me before anything—before the flickering torchlight makes evident what’s going on in here.
“Oh my,” Garroway mumbles, his voice going high. “Seems we’ve found the culprits in a compromised position, Lukain. Shall we return once they’re—”
“Don’t go anywhere!” cries Sephania.
I blink in shock. She’s . . . floating.
No, not floating. She’s held up by black stems that pulse in the firelight, wrapped around her ankles and wrists. The shadowy threads keep her well-spread in every way. Skartovius slams into her from the front, over and over again, rutting the poor girl like his immortality depends on it.
It’s his grunts, combined with her moans, and the slapping of their flesh, the swinging of his balls against her plush ass cheeks, that created the maelstrom of noise we heard heading in.
Now she’s ordered me not to move, not to leave. I can’t go against Sephania’s wishes. I stand dumbly, growing more aroused by the second, with every new slip of sweaty flesh and bouncing curve I see of her body, past Skar’s.
It seems my brother is getting his frustrations at losing our match out in a rather, erm, aggressive way. He releases all his bitterness out by releasing himself inside Sephani with a deep groan.
She twitches and comes. “Y-You’d better prepare yourselves!” Her head rolls back on her rubbery neck.
I readjust the way I’m standing. “What do you—”
A hand tightens on my crotch, squeezing. “I know what she means.”
I gasp when I look over at Garroway, who is suddenly inches from me, bobbing those annoying eyebrows in a lustful way while throwing that dashing grin at me.
Ever since our talk, when he convinced me to stop feeling sorry for myself, I’ve been closest to Garroway out of Seph’s mates. Now he’s holding my hard cock, undoing my pants, ready to take it out.
There’s nothing I can think of to stop me.
So I growl, grab the shorter man under the arms, and revel as he squeals when I spin him around. I push him forward so his cheek squishes against the wall in front of us, a few feet away from Skar and Seph.
“If it’s for her, you’ll do anything, right?” Garroway asks me, his voice scrunched from my hand against the side of his face, rubbing him against the wall.
I grunt my agreement, look down, and see his small ass pressed against my bulge. My hands move on their own, foisting his pants down to reveal that pale, bubbly rear, and then I pull my hard cock out.
He parts his ass cheeks, showing me his tight hole. I grip my cock at the base, flop it down against him, and then surge inside the dhampir.
Garroway grunts. “Oh my,” he breathes, emphasizing a different part of the phrase this time. His body slaps forward when I fuck his ass.
I rail into the dhampir hard, losing my mind at his tightness clamping around my girth. My hands clutch his tight ass, moving to his narrow hips. Then I reach around the slender man, feel his bouncing cock swinging against my palm, and grab it.
I tug Garroway until he’s hard, stroking him, fucking him, baring my fangs in a snarl because the soft nape of his neck looks so delicious. I’m ready to bite him, feed on him, finish my lust inside him.
Garroway moans, keeping his rear spread with his hands while I spear into him and reshape his guts to my liking. The little fucking grayskin is good at taking my cock, he can almost fit the whole thing inside him.
My hand furiously jerks his cock at the front, until I feel him throbbing. He spews sticky cum over my fingers and across the wall in front of him. Mewling the whole time like a bitch in heat. “I-I think I might’ve found a n-new master!” he croaks happily, voice risen an octave.
“Like hells you have, graybird,” says a gravelly voice.
My head wrenches over. Skartovius approaches. His huge cock swings in the air. Wet, glistening. It’s imposing, I’ll admit.
He pats me on the arm. “Go take your little grimmer, while I have one last romp with my bloodthrall.”
I nod wordlessly, clenching my jaw, trying to get out of the vicinity of his enraged lust. Pulling out of Garroway, I look down, satisfied I’ve widened his asshole enough for my half-brother.
“One last romp?!” Garroway whines.
Skartovius slaps his ass, ringing out with a red hand-print. “One last time as my thrall, yes. One last time as my property, graybird.”
Garroway shakes his ass, shuddering from his words. “Oh Damned, then fucking take me whole, you bloody bastard.”
Skar smiles wickedly. “You never talked to me like that before. Maybe good things can come from this severance.”
He plunges inside Garroway, bulges the poor dhampir’s stomach with his size, and makes him shoot cum even harder against the wall.
Meanwhile, I switch places with Skar. He stepped outside the cave entrance to join us, so I step in. Sephania is still hanging akimbo in the air, held up by Skar’s shadows. Except now she’s also spilling thick rivulets of cum out of her gaping pussy.
I step in front of her, stroking my hard cock. “I’m prepared, love, if you are.”
“Y-Yes,” Seph croaks. She looks used and disheveled and never happier.
Then she tries to adjust the way the shadows are holding her in the air, and I realize she’s leaning back, back, bearing her huge ass to me.
The shadow realign to gently cradle her in a new angle.
“I want you inside here. Can you do that for me, Master Lukain?”
My cock is thick and tight when it pushes inside Sephania’s asshole.
She howls in pain or pleasure or both, grinding her body forward.
Helpless from the shadows, needful from her time with Skar.
There’s also a thin tendril of blackness joining my cock inside her rear, coring her out, turning her into a mess.
I spank her and fuck her hard, thrusting wildly, unable to contain myself.
Unlike Garroway, whose ass cheek can fit neatly in my palm, Sephania is easily five times wider, thicker, and fleshier than him.
It’s the rolling of her body, the undulating of her curves, the gentle waves of her rippling skin, that ignites me.
I can’t stop my hips from bucking. I can’t keep from plunging my hands deep into her cheeks, squeezing tightly, keeping her there for me to anally fuck like she’s my trophy.
The harder I fuck her, the harder she trembles and pumps her hips, grinding into me. Her pussy rises and falls in the air, breathing, drooling, until she’s squeezing out jets of cum and juices all over me and herself, without me even stuffing that hole full.
It seems Skartovius began to break her, and now I’ll get to finish the job by keeping her ass plugged. It’s igniting a constant stream of filthy language, filthy moans, and filthy orgasms from my little grimmer.
Having my hands free means I can lean forward, tighten a hand around her throat ever-so-meticulously, and lightly choke her as she comes.
This only erupts an even harder orgasm, and I start to wonder if she’ll ever dry up.
The room is absolutely covered in her essence, and she seems to be showing no signs of stopping.
“You fuck my ass so well, Master,” she groans through her tightened throat. “Fuck.”
I loosen my hold when her face starts to turn cherry-red, and move to her tits, twisting and teasing and flicking her hard nipples to erupt different erogenous zones.
It’s only when I’m fully mounted inside her, the curve of her large ass cheeks pressing into my thighs, that I feel my balls tighten and my cock throb. “Shit, grimmer, I can’t hold—”
“Do it! Fill my fat ass with your cum, you smarmy grayskin!”
She’s lost her tongue as well as her mind. My queen only ever gets this way when she can’t control herself. It certainly inspires me, and I can only hold back for another few thrusts inside her tight hole—
Before we’re coming together. Her body twitches and spasms from my pulsating cock. I pump my seed deep into her, trying as hard as I can to fill her belly from the back.
It’s an insane moment, all four of us working with different missions on different bodies. But the end result is the same, and as I’m groaning and Seph is moaning at our joint completion, I hear a guttural grunt from Skartovius and a howling orgasm from Garroway behind us in the hall.
The sounds of panting and smacking flesh finally die down a few minutes later, but I wonder if they’ll ever be able to get the scent of our deeds out of this place . . . or if they’ll have to forbid anyone from ever going this deep in the labyrinth again.