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  With a kick of Mer.

  Now Lucas resisted his mixed nature, railed against it.

  In the end, he succumbed.

  He strode out of his chamber and within two paces his eyes caught sight of something which glittered on the steaming floor.

  It shone.

  Like melting jewels.

  Lucas hunkered down next to those shimmering chunks.

  Ice! His mind supplied in curiosity. Lucas turned that curiosity over in his mind, trying to make sense of finding ice in the bowels of Hades.

  His gaze jerked up and he stood, the few he had collected melting against his hand.

  They were tears.

  Alexandra's tears.

  Lucas slowly turned in a full circle, taking in the breadth and width of the broiling corridor. Where had she gone? His hand involuntarily clenched around the small chunks of ice, crushing them inside his palm.

  His nostrils flared, taking in the scent he knew was hers... and found it.

  Fear, confusion and anger were mixed, his olfactory senses uniquely designed to find breeders; another Druid offshoot, both blessing and curse.

  Lucas scowled, ignoring the rippling steam that rose in response to his emotions.

  He understood that he had put the confusion and anger there. Lucas had sent her a slew of mixed signals. It was a defense mechanism on his part. Part survival instinct, part loyalty to the High Demon subjects he oversaw.

  However, there was one emotion that did not fit.

  The fear.

  Alexandra should not have felt fear.

  Lucas hesitated, he could not have been leader of the High Demons for centuries without some degree of intuition. He allowed his gaze to sharpen, taking in his surroundings to the minutest detail. As Alexandra's icy tears slicked his palm with her sadness he found what he was looking for and a fine enlightening rage swept over him like a heatwave.

  A scrap of pale violet material lay along the wall of the corridor, partially singed by the heat.

  It was the sheer panel that had covered the cleft of her womanhood.

  It had been torn away.

  Horns sprouted on top of his head with a painful push and Lucas' vision slid to the red of battle.

  Some Demon males had thought to whisk Alexandra away. He had paid her too much attention, held onto her as his main concubine too long. Made her vulnerable by his want of her.

  They simply wished to taste of the hot fruit of her womb.

  They would die for their presumptuous yearning.

  Lucas followed the unique female scent that Alexandra put off. Mixed with the seed of his own body, it was unmistakable.

  There would be a bloody retribution unlike any that these demons had encountered.

  How dare they take my female! his Druid side raged.

  How indeed, his demonic side echoed.

  The demon on one side of his shoulder and the mythical angel on the other conferred with each other and agreed on the plan of action.

  Death to the Demons.

  CHAPTER 6

  Constantine carried Ember tirelessly. When they neared the sea, and the sun became a bright orb in the sky, Con shadow walked, but grew weaker. He was not Druid enough to master the daylight. A low haze covered the paleness of his skin. As he grew fatigued, Ember strengthened. She was Mer, and the ocean rose like a great blue jewel in the distance, the late autumn giving it the reflection of cerulean deepness that no other season brought.

  “Set me down, vampire,” Ember said.

  Constantine did, his breathing labored. “That is an improvement over, Faction,” he said with a caustic bite.

  Ember was embarrassed, she had treated him like he was beneath her... again. Twice he'd saved her and she had not given him anything. After what had occurred, perhaps she had nothing left to give.

  Con waited, giving her the gaze of the Mer, for his eyes were deep mirrored ebony in his pale face, his color was not good. Ember searched his body and found it wanting, his normal sarcasm and vigor were not in evidence, tiredness wore on the vestiges of his huge and muscular frame.

  Ember remembered how he'd covered her after... after the human males and almost the Demon.

  “Thank you,” Ember said. Then she said almost too softly for human ears, but on the perfect level for his sharp ears to hear, “Constantine.”

  Then her eyes met his and she came into the closeness of his body, running with unnatural heat, fueled by the need to escape, pressed into service at the worst time for a vampire. It was late afternoon and Con was at the most physically distressed he'd ever been.

  Yet, his cock rose as her supple body pressed itself against his.

  Goddess help him, he'd fuck her if she would let him. He knew he'd interrupted another attempt at a rape but had not arrived soon enough to stop the first.

  Con took Ember by the shoulders and said, “I cannot. I have never...”

  He stopped talking.

  “I know,” she said. “I know that you have never coupled without domination and pain.”

  Con squeezed his eyes shut. “I don't want a mercy fuck,” he bit out.

  Ember recoiled. “I do not offer that.”

  His eyes opened. “Then what do you offer?”

  “My blood,” she said, then gazed up at him through her pale lashes like gold lace. “Then you may have my purity, for you do deserve it.”

  Con jerked her to him and she gasped. “I cannot be gentle. I do not know how!” he yelled into her upturned face.

  “You will be what you need to be... with me,” she answered quietly, seemingly immune to his outburst.

  He touched his forehead to hers, pressing her against a tree trunk. “I do not wish... to cause you harm after...”

  “What they took from me,” Ember finished for him.

  He nodded against her head. “They are dead now.”

  She looked into his eyes, an inch from her own. He whispered what he'd done to her attackers. His breath felt hot against her temple.

  When he finished she turned her face until her lips touched his.

  Constantine received the first kiss of his life.

  He found he liked it.

  Very much.

  *

  Alexandra

  Alexandra was hyperventilating. She could not breathe through the bag over her head and the sheer covering which obscured her pussy had been torn away. The males had been pinching and grabbing her tender lips, one even tried to put his finger inside her as they carried her up an endless staircase.

  She knew where they were taking her: where there were no witnesses.

  Alexandra knew she shouldn't care. After all, Lucas had delivered her up to these demented Demon males who cared nothing for the propagation of their species. They just wanted to use her and fuck her. If she became pregnant, what then? No, she was disposable. They would not wish to have the reprimands rain down on them for taking a female breeder. It was the same for all supernaturals, Alexandra had heard, females were in short supply. That Lucas would give her up, to his end, could only mean one thing: he had wanted her gone.

  Permanently.

  Alexandra realized she loved him. For all his rejection of her; she still loved him. He had impaled her with his Demon cock and tail spike and it had filled her, his seed cooling her as he released deeply inside her.

  As the bag was torn away and the great circular cathedral spun above her head, she saw she was on the sacrificial tableau. Alexandra cried out, seeing there were six males, four moved away to pin her wrists and ankles at the four corners.

  They used the sacrificial stone of the rite. The Master himself forbade it. It was only used for great ceremonies, not the fucking of a breeder driven by the hard lust of a few unlawful Demons.

  The males steamed as they lay vapors of vague red when they quickly moved around her from all corners.

  “Please,” Alexandra tried, hoping to appeal to... anything.

  They looked at her and smirked, one latching onto her tit throu
gh the sheer panel, squeezing so painfully she gave a hoarse hiss, steam escaping from between her pressed lips.

  Alexandra would have been more than a match if the males had been human. Her short tail possessed barbs on the end, very unusual for a female. She was four times stronger than a human male.

  But half the strength of her male counterparts. Alexandra had no chance against the six who faced her. She moved her wrists and watched the ring swivel inside the eye hook of brass.

  “Who wishes to fuck the lovely Alexandra?” the loathsome Demon, whose name was Carl, asked in a snide voice. He looked around for takers but Alexandra could see it was just words.

  He'd meant to have her the first time he'd laid eyes on her. Alexandra remembered now his searing gaze where the Demons took food, where they tortured the humans that passed through to the Master.

  Carl had long planned his degradation of her.

  At the absolute silence in the room he replied mostly to himself, “Excellent!” Carl clapped his dark red hands together. “I will shove my Demon spear into her waiting cunt and she will like it.” He sucked in his forked tongue, making a slithering noise that caused her to flinch in revulsion.

  “You are an ugly male,” Alexandra said in a low voice of disdain, kicking up her chin.

  He met it with the flat of his hand and her head smacked into the stone, her vision doubling.

  “And you will fuck this ugly male, Alexandra, favorite of Lucas,” he taunted sadistically.

  He moved between her spread thighs, the seed of Lucas still within her body and took a deep inhale. “I shall fuck the seed of Lucas out of your pussy, then I will spear your womb with my baby-maker.”

  Alexandra gave a soft moan when she saw that he had the unbreedable tail.

  No wonder no female was ever with him. Deadly in battle, it did not turn when he fucked. Most males had a tail that changed: one shape for fucking, another for battle.

  This was not the case with Carl, his tail was shaped like a mallet with perfectly proportioned bumps all over it. As thick as a forearm and as long as a ruler, he would force it inside her.

  Yet, Alexandra was no Druid breeder. She had heard that their pussies accepted any size cock. Alexandra's did not.

  “You will kill me,” Alexandra said in a voice soaked with terror. Death by Dick, she thought with a slightly hysterical laugh that came out like a sharp hiccup. Her wrists strained against the brass restraints, polished from former subjects of the rite, her toes trying to push away, digging futilely against the stone to escape her bonds.

  Carl smiled and laughed at her attempts to free herself. His skin igniting in a low broil in front of her, his arousal a rigid pole that brushed her inner thigh. The phallus at the end of his tail was a weapon of destruction headed for the knot of her ass bud.

  Alexandra turned her face away as she felt his enormous tail tip begin to enter her ass as his prick pierced her opening.

  When the lovely heat washed over her, Alexandra wished for death. With a hiccuping sob she released the breath in her lungs as her tight holes resisted the press of another male's flesh.

  It was not Lucas, she mourned. Two other males latched on to a breast a piece as the wave of heat poured over them all and she luxuriated in it.

  It felt so good, so familiar.

  Then suddenly the horrible male bits that had been sinking deeper into her body were gone, the weight lifted and blood slapped against her, laying over Alexandra like a blanket of heat and wetness.

  Alexandra could not see for the depth of it, she blinked several times in quick succession, trying to see through the blood.

  Demons lay in tortured mounds at her feet and a monster rose up. Its horns tore the torso of one Demon from sternum to the yoke of his crotch, effectively eviscerating him.

  The male's intestines spilled out and with a sickening tug and pop. The huge demon male, skin the color of lightest cherry, used them like a rope, and lassoed two others to the owner.

  When they were wrapped in a macabre embrace of entrails that reeked and smoked... he set them on fire.

  Alexandra floated, the screaming and rending of limbs beyond her consciousness. When Carl grabbed at her she gave a whimper and rolled her nakedness across the stone as far as the chains allowed in avoidance. Then she saw the demon who had moved through the males with a brutal precision of long practice, tear off Carl's cock with a hit and jerk of flesh.

  Alexandra watched as the High Demon male tore Carl limb from limb. She saw Carl's cock smack into the stone wall, sliding down like a wet sausage and landing in a burning pile on the floor.

  Then the specialized tail flew, hitting the same wall and joining the burning dick on the ground.

  “You cannot keep her for yourself!” Carl wailed in his defense, his hands covering the gaping holes where his dick and deadly tail had been moments before.

  “You will not rape this breeder!” the High Demon roared into Carl's face.

  “She is not yours!” Carl bellowed back and fell to his side, gasping, his body unable to heal what would prove to be mortal wounds.

  “You are quite wrong, Carl of the High Demons,” he whispered, his tail piercing the gaping wound through Carl's splayed fingers.

  Carl gurgled out a reply.

  “What was that?” he asked, twisting his tail inside the open cavity where Carl's prick had been.

  Carl did not reply.

  He was quite dead.

  The demon turned and strode to Alexandra.

  “No!” she cried, scraping the wrists of her lovely dark skin to escape him.

  Alexandra fainted from exhaustion and fear, her lovely naked body falling limp, the brass links giving a soft clunk as they fell against the stone.

  The High Demon looked down on the breeder. When he'd had his fill of drinking her in, he carefully released her wrists and ankles from their bondage.

  Then he licked her abrasions until they began to close.

  He gathered her close to him, tucking her arm under his own and left the massacre behind. He knew he could never return.

  Lucas turned to look behind him, then satisfied with the carnage he had wrought, left without a backward glance.

  CHAPTER 7

  Constantine looked around him, suddenly nervous for the first time ever.

  Ember smiled.

  Then he lunged at her, grabbing her hair and tightly winding it in his fist, the seed pods cool against his flesh, biting slightly from his hold and she gasped.

  “It will still be my way or not at all.” He locked his gaze with hers, savagely shoving his anxiety away. She nodded, a layer of fear as thin as a sheet of paper lay between them and it made Con's cock stiffen immediately. He needed this: the razor's edge of questionable consent was an ignitor to his sexual fire.

  “Do not,” Ember said, squirming in his grasp.

  “I will not force you, but you will beg... beg for me to take you,” Constantine said, throwing his woolen cape to the ground.

  Con watched Ember become shy in front of him, her emotions flashing in front of him like a old time movie screen: frame by frame.

  “I will not beg,” she countered, “but I will give you what you need,” she finished in clear invitation. She gave him the clean line of her neck and as the heat and shine of the day wore away into an uncertain twilight, Con laid lips instead of fangs against what she offered and Ember frowned at the unexpected gesture.

  “I will pierce you when I fuck you, Ember and not before. I want my dick in you along with my fangs,” he said with a growl. Con released the tight hold on her hair he switched to pinning her wrists above her head, pressing them against the rough bark, and pushing his cock against the moist heat of her.

  “I'm scared,” Ember whispered, her breath cool against his jaw.

  “I know,” he whispered back, offering no reassurances, as was Constantine's way.

  He worked her torn gown up the back of her and commanded quietly, “Spread your knees.”

  The so
ft heat between her thighs became saturated at his command and she followed his directive, parting her legs as he'd instructed. She felt one of his fingers walk its way up the back of her naked thigh, breaking the barrier of her ass bud, pushing and pulling out, only an inch deep, but it was delicious, unlike the insult the human male's penis had been. It did not matter that as a Mer female, she self-lubricated in both her pussy and ass; to be taken without permission... was untenable. Now Constantine, her first guard and only kidnapper, had pushed his finger with expert dexterity deeply in her ass as the tip of his cock positioned itself with a tap against her moist entrance.

  Con held Ember against the tree with one hand holding both her wrists and one finger plugging her tight ass. He swung his cock to the front of the wet and deep passage he felt by heat alone.

  He could have been sightless, deaf and dumb and still his cock would have found her pussy like a magnet.

  It did, squeezing between her pale thighs like a slick torpedo of seething flesh. “Wider,” Con said so loudly that she yelped and he caught the sound in his mouth, shoving his tongue inside her coolness and she twined her sweet tongue with his. He bit down slightly, her blood filling their mouths as she let her legs spread further and with a mighty push, he filled her.

  Con tore through her frail barrier of purity in a single press of flesh. Releasing her wrists he allowed her weight to drive her down deeper on his prick, marrying their bodies together in the tightest kiss of flesh he could orchestrate.

  She groaned at the deep lock of her pussy against his cock, the tip of him at her deepest entrance.

  Ember instinctively threw her now-free arms around his neck and he bounced her on his cock, deepening his position, driving his finger to the root inside her ass as he did and Ember gave a shouting groan, her eyes like banked coals, her mouth slack and open.

  “How is that, my wet flower?” Con asked, his ass muscles clenching as he drove through the fragments of her cherry.

  “It hurts,” Ember said in a hoarse whisper as she spread her legs wider around his waist and he pushed her against the tree again, the rough bark holding and scraping her lightly as he pumped Ember with the full length of his cock.