She’d struggle soon enough. Encasing her limbs with vicious red, he leaned over her to offer a tight smile. One that promised more pain than she would ever think she could endure. Hand going back to the blade at his side, he scored his finger on the sharp edge. Wiping the dark stain across her lips until they were glossy and full of promise.
“Now, Omega. You will tell me the truth and nothing else. I do not wish to hear your screams tonight,” Er’it said in low tones, a lover’s voice in the night more than her torturer. A rush of power made the blackness of his blood in the rippling sunset hues of magic glossy. Silencing her to simple responses, her throat constricted against the cries and wails she would produce when she continued to lie to him.
Odd how he was so sure of that. The more he considered his questions, the more certain he became that she would give him half-truths and outright lies. Tangling him up in her web further, a spider with sweet slick as her venom. Growl rumbling through his chest, Er’it grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back, brandishing his blade at her throat.
“Who are you?”
“Aida… Vertia.”
“You would do well not to lie to me just now.”
To prove his point, Er’it sent a surge of power through her body as he pricked her fluttering heartbeat with the tip of the knife. A single bead of blood more than enough to add fuel to fire coursing through her veins. A shiver ran down his spine at her near silent whine of pain, unable to so much as twitch a single muscle to writhe beneath him. Wide eyes growing glassy as tears pooled, her lower lip trembled.
“Not lying.”
“Who were you to the Black Mage?”
“His ward.”
Er’it snarled, pressing the tip harder against her neck until a steady trickle flowed down her sandy skin. Almost didn’t hear her continue to answer over his groan as her blood called to him to suck at the small wound.
“He wanted more. He did something to the wine. Something happened.”
Er’it jerked the blade back when she jolted, pulling against the ruddy bonds that should have been impossible for her to fight against. It wasn’t to push at him. Her back arched, a faltering sigh whispering over her lips as her lids went half-mast. Thighs working against each other, she squeezed them tight, the scent of her arousal growing overwhelming in the close, hot air.
“What happened,” Er’it asked, licking at the trail of blood that somehow tasted as sweet and divine as her cunt.
“I don’t know. It just… one moment he was trying to… to touch me, force me. Then the roof was falling, his general hurt by the rubble. He blamed me.” She shuddered, but whether at her memories or from what Er’it was doing was uncertain.
“What did you do,” Er’it asked in an angry hiss, mouth working against the small cut he’d made on her throat. Tongue worrying at the smooth edges of sundered flesh as the Omega bucked and whimpered beneath him.
“Nothing! It… it just happened. He put me in the dungeon with that thing. He c-called me an Omega. A whore, a thing to b-be used. He said I’d give him what he wanted.” Legs quivering with the strain, she edged them open, hips rolling upward to put pressure against her mound where Er’it sat against her. “What you want.”
“What do you know of what I want?” Er’it bared his teeth as she flinched and moaned, reactions at odds with the cruel agony he sent tripping through her, a fist of power wrapped tight around her spine.
“Y-you keep me as he did,” she said, gasping between every word as she scraped her nails against his thighs. “Use my body as he wished to. You said y-you wanted to breed me.”
Er’it wasn’t sure when her legs had opened, how they’d climbed onto his hips so she ground her sweet pussy against the bulge straining in his pants. He knew it angered him to be caught so unawares, that he liked the feel of her plaint body against his as she surged up from the floor to lock her arms around his shoulders with a stuttering cry of pleasured pain when he shoved his hips into her alongside a torrid wash of magic.
She was coming undone just from his power alone. The more he fed her, the wilder she became. Somehow his blade was at her chest, the tip dragging across the pale bronze of her breast. Spilling a sheet of glistening red against her skin that his mouth latched onto without hesitation. Feeding from her as his free hand found her lips and muffled her shrieks.
It struck him hard in the chest when it happened. Bright and cold, much as the scent that had led him down into the dungeons, it stabbed him square in the heart. Wrapping around the furious muscle with bitter tendrils, encasing it with crackling ice as he fed the blistering heat of his magic into the Omega soaking his pants with her pleasure.
At some point his eyes squeezed shut, a brilliant dance of colors blinding him beneath the protection of his lids. Prying them open, he startled at the sinuous threads of frigid blue tangling their way up his arms. Watched on in a daze as she found her release from the friction alone. Sparks of crimson and sapphire erupting into the pitch darkness of the tent, followed by forked tongues of scarlet and lapis. Brilliant stars scattering into the shadows to illuminate every inch of the tent. The bright flavor of her sweetness filled his mouth, burning his tongue with its
