Chapter 14
“So you are telling me that the Initiates are gone?”
Light flickered and danced around, illuminating everything in its touch, leaving nothing but icy white tendrils in a cold, clean chamber. White and black glowing handprints that seemed to move adorned the resonating walls.
“Princess. They were immediately cloaked. Taken as
they
only know how to do. We couldn't risk any losses until we were sure we could obtain them.”
“You couldn't risk any losses?”
“Yes . . . weâ”
Pain suddenly sliced through the kneeling demon. He only wanted to appease the Princess, but he definitely now knew his choice of words was unfortunate. He looked down in utter shock at the well-manicured, razor-sharp nails, home to immaculate shining rings that now protruded, covered in his shiny black and red blood from his chest.
“I have a low tolerance for stupidity.”
The Dark Lady dropped her mouth seamlessly against the demon's neck, tugging at the threads of darkness that sustained their kind. Moaning in ecstasy, she drank deeply, her hand that rested in the middle of the demon's chest slowly turning to clutch his rotting heart. Her fangs sank deep, ripping flesh. She pulled back a piece of flesh nestled between her delicate now ruby shining lips while she chewed then spat out gristle, as the husk of a demon lay at her feet like fallen sheets.
A soft chuckle flowed through the chamber as the Medusa slowly circled the husk of a shell, enjoying its once solid body now becoming dust. She wore her usual attireâthigh-high venom boots, black leather leggings that opened down the sides, held together by barbwire strings, accenting her deep-set curves, and black halter that cut down the middle and gave a peek of supple chocolate breasts and a bare back. Her braids were parted down the middle and fell down her back in two French-braided twists with pearl hair shells and African ornaments neatly braided into each strand. Around her neck was her tag, her black inlaid-diamond choker that marked her part of the Royal House. Along the side of her ribcage and right near her breasts were African tribal motifs beautifully tatted in script that stopped above her hipline.
Flicking her long, snake-like tongue, she walked slowly, each step reminding her of what she was and why she was this lethal hunter. Each step caused razor-sharp pains that steamed from her spine and traveled throughout her body, keeping her alert. She lived with the pain on a constant basis and was used to it. It was her master, and she was its prisoner.
“I assume you are not amused, Princess Reina.” She carelessly glanced at her own venom-pumping nails then over at the platinum whistle.
Reina idly played with it as it hung from her delicate wrist. The whistle was not only the Medusa's leash, but it also doubled as a key to her collar.
The Medusa held a slight smile while she assessed her owner and confidant, “
¡Maldita sea!
You know what you have to do.”
Reina sat, leg crossed, as she sucked each bloody finger and admired her all-white dress. The dress hugged every curve she owned and adorned her like spilling diamonds, exposing toffee-soft flesh from the dips of the sides of her hips, trailing down to expose ample naked thighs. If she turned, one could see the Egyptian-scripted tattoos that ran down her spinal cord accenting her naked back and hips, as well as the Asp bracelets that adorned each upper arm.
The front cut down her plush breasts, covering her nipples, showing butterscotch mounds that could seduce any man she wanted. If one's eyes traveled further, you could see nothing but exposed flesh leading to her crescent-shaped belly button. Yes, she knew she had a beautiful body, and she used it to her gain in hunting and snatching whatever prey she so chose.
Though her dress revealed all, it still held its own secrets. Weapons were strategically placed on her body and made to look like pieces of her clothes or jewelry, especially the spinal sword she wore, which looked like a back necklace. She could kill anyone with her hands or the many weapons she wore within less than a millisecond.
Dipping her hands in a crystal bowl full of cool water that her pet held in front of her, she cleaned the rest of the blood from her forearms and hands, studying the now pink water. Her reflection cast an image of a beautiful woman with kohl-lined eyes, plump lips, golden eyes, and thick mahogany hair that fell over her shoulder in a braid crowned with an Asp crown around her temple.
“Nydia, this means I want you to play, and I want you to sniff the bitch out and the two bucks who got away.”
“Yes, Princess. That will be no problem. I found them once, and I will do it again.” Nydia, also known as the Medusa, smiled. She knew how Reina loved good-looking men, and those who got away were just that. They were strong, good-looking, and, unfortunately, tainted by the Light. To break them and turn them would be no small feat, for Reina and Nydia definitely would enjoy watching.
“Once you get me the males, his Protector you can have for yourself. Daddy will be pleased when we take the Oracle, if that is what she is. You know his dreams are jaded.”
Nydia nodded and reclined in an adjacent recliner, as they waited for the servants to bring in new toys and food to play with. Nydia didn't want the Protector, though mounting him for a bit wouldn't be a problem, but the one she really wanted plagued her dreams at night. Him and his syrupy chocolate-dipped skin and emerald eyes with the deep sultry Southern drawl, matched with a hard body meant for fucking, had her nipples and bud hard with the nasty dreams. Dreams she didn't want to have, and which were dangerous in this Society.
Being what she was and the fact that she was so close to the Royals, she could not afford to show any weakness. Her desire for the one she toyed with back in St. Louis could be her death and downfall. She wasn't about to let that happen. Even though Reina could be considered her best friend and would let her have anything she wanted, she was also notorious for her flippant predatory behavior. Nydia knew better, unlike the husk of the demon whose particles now floated in the wind.
Nydia knew what it was like to be in the shoes of the Oracle they currently hunted. She knew what it was like not to be protected by those who should have done their job. Should have been on the other side but wasn't. Yes. She knew what it was like to be broken and made to forget. Memories burned through her blood, hardened the protruding spinal disks in her back, which caused her daily pain. Pain and reminders that contorted her, made her cold, and changed her into what she was now. Dreams were dangerous here, and so were old truths.
“Yes. Your father has been a little off track with his dream-probing.”
Winter, her close head attendant, walked in gracefully. Her midnight-black hair flowing like calm waves against her sapphire jewel gown showcased creamy, pale café latte skin and curves that represented her African American and Sicilian ancestry. Her sapphire blue eyes flashed as she presented the attendants to the Princess. A glint at her thigh let one know that she was not as she appeared. Winter was a Hunter and a Witch. She was the eyes for this team and was just as deadly as everyone in the room.
“Princess, your tea.”
After taking the jade teacup offered, a tall, handsome, shirtless Nephilim in the process of turning Cursed kept his watery, grey-green eyes cast downward as he timidly poured Reina some blood tea.
Observing him from under her lashes, her honey hazel eyes revealed a silver soul ring that quickly disappeared when she blinked. She waited for him to kneel in front of her, as was customary, while she slowly took a sip and let a hand run down his wavy jet-black hair.
She had found this toy one night at a local Nephilim club. In his Prime, he had every woman trailing after him as he flirted through the club. When his eyes had settled on Reina's voluptuous form, he had no idea the tables would quickly turn.
“Amit, is it?” Reina sensuously smiled as he nodded. She hated that his glowing bronze skin was starting to fade due to the change, which was why she typically stalled the shift. She enjoyed turning him little by little, so she could keep him the way she liked it. All of her toys had to have glitter and beauty, and Amit was no exception. His East Indian beauty mixed with his Barbados accent made her eager in riding him hard while she studied him. She picked well. Very well.
Nydia snickered as she rose and looked over her shoulder. Reina was ready for sex, and Amit was expected to perform, as duty dictated. Taking the tea tray away, she watched Reina slid a hand over his collar and force him to look up. His light eyes briefly darkened with anger as his thick brows dropped in a frown and his hands clenched against his thighs.
Bad move, man,
Nydia thought as she calmly sat back down to watch the games begin.
A swift backhand landed Amit on his back with Reina hovering over him, her hands clutching his throat as her nails cut into him and poison seeped into his skin.
“Is there a problem?” she hissed near his ears. Her braid draped over him as she inhaled his rich scent. She made sure her pets bathed in her favorite cologne, which made their existence better.
“No, no, Princess,” he croaked.
She smiled, her fangs extending, her free hand sliding over his compact abs.
If Reina had been paying attention the way Nydia was, she would've seen how sick he looked. How he cringed at her touch. How he hated her and would attempt to kill her if he didn't still value his life so much. Amused, she tilted her head to the side as she watched.
Reina took a hold of his flaccid member, stroking slowly then roughly then slowly again, while his eyes fluttered closed against his will, and he expanded in her gripping touch.
“Good. For a moment I swear you thought you could be bold enough to challenge me. And we all know what happens if one of my pets takes it upon himself to sign his death warrant. Hmm?” She looked at the wall of pulsing handprints, which seemed to move as if alive. The wall of Purgatory. The home of Nephilim and humans they've chosen to keep as prizes, either for torture or to give the gift of the Bite to. Being on the outside was far better than being trapped within those walls, which expanded throughout the estate.
Amit nodded, anger keeping him in check as his hips suddenly pumped against her strokes. A groan escaped his closed mouth while Reina ran her silky tongue down his chest. Her deliberate search succeeded in finding his engorged head and had her swallowing him with an ease that had Nydia smiling again at her prowess.
Hated or not, she was the spoiled Princess, and what Reina wanted, she always got, especially with such talents as she was showing now.
Welcome to the Cursed chambers of the Dark Lady, Prince Reina A'archy y M'ylce, where leaving wasn't an option. Reina enjoyed the voyeurism. Sometimes it made things exciting for her. Other times she wanted to watch. Watch her favorite pet touch herself in heat from all the sex on display, just for kicks. So just like with all of Reina's toys, leaving wasn't an option for Nydia. She had to sit and watch, her mind often drifting to the one she battled in St. Louis.
Amit's shiny girth had Nydia raising an eyebrow at his length. Like many Nephilim men, he was not lacking in the least bit.
Reina moaned and slid over him again, her fingers finding her heated core as two fingers dipped within. “Amit, do not ever
think
of challenging me,” she hissed. “
¿Comprendes
?” She parted her dress and let him slide inside her dripping cave. Her back arched while she let his length find her spot, and she groaned.
“Behave and you live. Live to serve me and not be lunch for the rest of the Dark Society or the wall.” Reina worked her hips in a slow circle, rolling them as she bounced up at the sound of Amit's muffled moans. She could tell he was trying to restrain himself but couldn't. Not with how tight she gripped him. She knew how much he enjoyed her slick walls and couldn't get enough of her addictive grip.
She fed from him through her body. The Light from him hit her core while she shifted the Curse bite and her poison, slowing its nature to change him. She bucked while his hips pounded up into her core. The force made her vibrate with each thrust. She slid her hands in the air then down her body to squeeze her perfect, round breasts. His vibrancy made her ride him harder, while she coated him with her wetness.
This was good. She got to feed, and now she got to fuck. She liked her choice of toy. He filled her nicely but not too much. For some reason she could never find a toy to fill her to that point of blinding ecstasy she needed. This was why she stayed hungry for hours longer.
Reina tilted her head to the side and eyed her best friend. She smiled as she watched her strum her own covered mound, her hips slowly twisting to her own pleasure. It pleased her that her best friend could get pleasure at the same time. That's all that counted. She wanted to share what she gained, and this was one of the gains.
Bowing forward, Reina climbed off her bucking mule and sat in her chair, her legs spread wide, and watched him come to his senses. She knew that he understood what she wanted next. She moaned as his beautiful hands spread her wider. His touch was on that knife's edge of hatred, of the venom she liked, and she bucked as his mouth touched her aching bud, his plush lips drawing it in with an angry suck, making her drip even more.