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 everyfuckinginch 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 bedispleased.”
He heard Rhea saying “OMG, how hot wasthat?” 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 withthe 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.
