“Refuse to speak and you’ll be kept in chains. You will be starved and punished until you answer to these charges against you.”
My resolve to stay silent firms. I care nothing for my own health and safety. The only thing that matters is Rosomon’s safety and her return to the Light. If I must remain in captivity until then, so be it. And my silence could help keep me here at camp until she returns. The laws dictate that I must confess, or plead my innocence, before I’m dragged to the tribunal where I’ll certainly be found guilty, one way or the other. And I will do anything I can to remain here until I’m certain Rosomon is safe.
CHAPTER 10
Zogar
My Queen is spectacular. No, the word spectacular can’t begin to describe Rosomon. Proud to have her at my side, I stride into the council meeting—which, as I learned last time I was here, is not the council I remember.
I told Rosomon the basics of what I learned the last time but also made it clear that it’s best she only listens during this meeting. There’s too much of the world of superi she can’t yet understand—the history and power struggles between our various species color every word exchanged.
After spending four hundred years away from the Darkness, I barely understand this world myself now, and I got few satisfactory answers when last we met. At that time, my powers were greatly diminished from the effort of keeping that castle intact. At that time, I had no access to my wife to replenish them.
Today, I am strong and will get more answers.
We’re the last to arrive, and all heads turn as we enter the room.
“May I introduce Queen Rosomon.” My chest warms as everyone around the table rises in respect, and I introduce the others to her, listing each name and title. “Vespera, Queen of the Fae; Aryxia Stormbeak, Queen and King of the Gryphons; Konnal Steelfang, Werewolf Alpha; Eldrath, Overlord of the Elves; Mirage, Queen of the Feline Shifters; Ursula, Bear Shifter Alpha; Eleanor, President of the Rootbound mages—” Eleanor smiles, somewhat smugly, when I use her correct title. “And Lucian you have met, King of the Vampyres.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you all,” Rosomon says.
I pull out the chair next to mine at the end of the table opposite Lucian. Everyone else also sits, but Lucian pushes his chair back a few feet from the table.
“If you’ll indulge me for a moment.” Lucian snaps his fingers. “My pet’sstillin training and has a few more steps to prepare for this meeting. Isn’t that right, my pet?”
The same human who was here the last time appears from the shadows, wearing nothing I would call clothing. Her throat is trapped inside a deep red ribbon, and ropes of the same color are wrapped around various parts of her body, pulled so tightly they dig into her skin. She’s hairless where adult females should have hair, and a length of the rope is parting her folds, clearly putting pressure on her lady button, and I expect digging firmly into her flesh.
I glance at Rosomon. My wife’s cheeks have pinked, but she’s maintaining her composure. I warned her that she might see Lucian abusing a mortal today.
“Lap,” Lucian says impatiently, as if the woman should have heard his command before it was uttered. But instead ofimpaling herself on his cock, as she did last time, she flops across his legs.
“Spread.”
She widens her legs, and he takes a large, rod-shaped object out of a case. The phallus shaped object has veins and ridges like a real cock, but it’s bright red and fashioned from a material I don’t recognize. Without warning, Lucian pushes it inside her, sharply driving it all the way home.
She arches up off his lap, and he smacks her bare bottom so hard the crack echoes in the room.
“Be still.”
“Really, Lucian,” Vespera says. “Must you put on this show?”
“I’m sorry, my dear, but I must.” Lucian pulls a second object from his case. This one is somewhat thinner, black and not shaped like a cock. Rather, it’s more like a series of balls joined by a flexible bar. Lucian tugs down on the top ball as if to demonstrate the object’s flexibility.
“Beatrix is in training,” Lucian says to the Fae Queen and the rest of us. “And she’s been trying my patience. Haven’t you, my pet.”
Beatrix nods, but her movement earns her three more hard smacks to her ass. Then, as the pink on her skin deepens and spreads, he works the second object into her asshole. Each ball grows successively larger, and each time her body accepts one, she jerks on his lap, earning more smacks to her ass.
“Why didn’t you do thisbeforewe arrived?” I ask the vampyre king.
“Because, my dragon friend.” Grinning, Lucian forces the final ball inside her. “Witnesses are imperative to her training. Isn’t that right, my pet?” Without waiting for her response, he spanks her again and then directs a few sharp smacks directly onto the ends of the phalluses, no doubt forcing them deeper and shifting them inside her. The skin on her bottom, now red as cherries, must be burning.
“Besides.” Lucian looks directly at Rosomon. “Your queen is quite enjoying the show, just as she enjoyed the delights at my club.”
Rosomon raises her chin as if to deny this, and I place my hand lightly on her thigh. It’s best if she neither confirms nor denies Lucian’s claim.
“Get up,” Lucian says.
The woman struggles to her feet. She’s wearing shoes with heels even higher than the ones I procured for Rosomon. Uncomfortable footwear seems to be required for human women in this city.
