“What the fuck are you doing?” Lanzar muttered.
Kid didn’t reply. He rested his hand against the creature’s face, and it drew near, rubbing its cheek against his. It licked Kid across the face, across his lips, leaving a thick mess of saliva in its path.
Kid looked below him, at the vines that stretched out across the ground. A new awareness flooded through him—and then flashes of images. He could see Janka. He could see the other side of the tower, where Aerysn and Yorro battled with the Morarkes, distracting them.
“Kid, what’s happening?” Treycore asked.
“I don’t know,” Kid said. “I think this has something to do with how they designed me.”
Just as soon as he said that, sounds of growls and howls came from nearby. Kid turned and saw a door opening at the base of the tower. A pack of what must have been two dozen grundars raced toward them.
Kid unbuckled himself from the bungee that affixed him to Lanzar’s waist and pushed to his feet. Lanzar followed suit as they turned to their new nemeses.
“Stay,” Kid told the winged grundar before moving past it and approaching the others.
Once again, the creature turned its attention to Treycore, growling.
Kid turned back to it. “No,” he said, as though he was just talking to a dog.
The other grundars reached them in no time. Drool slid down their chins and dripped onto the ground as foam built around their mouths. Kid stepped between Treycore and Fyrow, approaching the pack.
“What the fuck is he doing?” Fyrow asked Treycore.
“I don’t have a fucking clue.”
Kid walked toward the creatures, just knowing somehow, he was right about all this. Somehow where they were, his proximity to the Christ, made him aware that whatever they had done to design his pheromones made him appealing to these beasts, and made him feel the Christ deep within. He could feel it wanting him, needing him, wanting to mate. He could feel its desire pulsing through him, and the power it imbued him with.
As he approached the creatures, they sat on their hind legs. Kid could hear growling, not with his ears, but in his mind. It was as though he had some sort of psychic link to them. He held the image of the Morarkes they’d seen when they’d entered Janka’s tower.
Those are the enemy. They are the ones you need to destroy.
He thought he must have lost his mind. Surely this wouldn’t work, but no sooner had he offered the order than they turned together, and even the first he had encountered raced around the tower.
Kid tailed behind them, running to keep up as Trey, Lanzar, and Fyrow followed after him. As he jogged, Kid felt the presence of the Christ…he felt it to his very core, just as he felt his own passion, lust, and love for Treycore. The power of it consumed him, seized him in a way he couldn’t explain, but he could tell was oh-so-real. Maybe the only thing heknewwas real.
“Kid?” Treycore asked.
“Just give me a second,” Kid called back as he reached the other side of the tower.
Aerysn and Yorro came into view. Maybe a hundred yards from the tower, they flew overhead, keeping the Morarkes’ interest. Aerysn landed on one’s head and stabbed into its eye. The beast called out before Aerysn soared through the air, keeping out of reach of its tentacles. When the creature fell to the ground, the grundars raced around the remaining two threats, throwing themselves on them, scratching and biting, tearing into their flesh.
The Morarkes pried the creatures off them with their tentacles. Even though they outnumbered the Morarkes, there weren’t enough of them. And without help, they would be slaughtered.
And yet, something in Kid assured him he was fine. He looked down at the vines that crawled across the ground, stretching out far past the Morarkes. Closing his eyes, he felt a connection, deep within. He made his intent, his desire, clear. As he reopened his eyes, the vines on the ground beneath the Morarkes grew around the base of the monsters’ feet, wrapping around them, tightening to keep them in place. The vines continued crawling up their bodies, wrapping around them, before reaching out to their tentacles, which they restrained.
One of the Morarkes managed to get a tentacle free, but then another vine shot up from the ground and seized it, keeping it stiff and in place, giving the grundars the perfect opportunity, a chance to tear at their bodies, to dismantle Janka’s creations, his great weapons.
A power surged through Kid that felt almost overwhelming. Sweat rushed down his forehead. His muscles tightened, and his dick throbbed with pain.
Kid walked toward the Morarkes.
“Kid, what are you doing?” Treycore asked.
“Trust me on this,” Kid said, not having a way to explain it to Treycore, only knowing that this was real and that he could do it.
As he neared the Morarkes, the vines continued encircling them, binding them until they were obscured from view, only their shapes distinguishable beneath the foliage that covered them. Kid raised his fist into the air and tightened it, and the vines moved together in a quick, powerful movement. A cracking sound filled the air, echoing all around the space.
The Morarkes were still.
