(The Dark Servant)Midnight Matters, A. Ellas [primary phonics books .txt] 📗

moaned in mixed pain and pleasure, and begged when he wasn’t moaning. When Murson was sufficiently satisfied, he withdrew his bloody hand and adjusted his robes.

Rak’s bottom lifted towards him. “Please use me, master, I beg you.” He was shaking with need.

Murson thrust in and used Rak’s wings as hand holds.

Rak cried out in pleasure and in pain, flashing back to sessions with Xaethien. “Thank you, master.”

Murson pulled out and came on Rak’s face. Rak writhed in an agony of need. “Please, master, please use me.”

“Bring me close,” he ordered and thrust himself into Rak’s mouth. “And I may reward you with the seed of light that does fulfill.”

Rak sucked with a will, his body aching with the need for completion. His heart hammered in his chest, the pain of the fires almost unbearable, even for him, even after years of controlling them. At length, Murson thrust into Rak again.

“Thank you, master,” moaned Rak at the penetration. That made Murson smile, but he twisted Rak’s balls as he came. Rak screamed again, but he still climaxed in Murson’s wake, adding to the mess already on his belly.

* * * *

“I want that control spell.” Murson rounded on Hasaviz.

“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you the spell. I’m not allowed,” said Hasaviz. He’d been afraid of this, but had a plausible lie ready. “Only family, related by blood to His Mightiness, are permitted.”

Murson glowed with power and indignation. He looked ready to blast the slave trainer and Hasaviz felt a flash of real fear. “There are other secrets I can reveal about the slave,” Hasaviz said quickly. “There is another way that you can use to control him.”

The power and anger drained off the priest. “How so?”

“The slave is a bi-gendered freak. The term in the books is kironi. If you put him with child, the kironi magic will bind him to you for the duration of the pregnancy.”

“Why would that interest me? I hardly want a mewling brat to interfere.”

“Think of this way, Senior. This is humiliation and degradation of the highest order for one such as he. It is the ultimate revenge for you. He will be forced to bear your child, he will be forced to obey you, unable to harm you or to let you be harmed…at the peril of his own life. And once the kironi magic is well entrenched, his body will force him to seek relief only from you. No other will be able to relieve his fires.”

“Interesting. Show me.”

Hasaviz showed him Narvain’s breeding book. Murson stroked Rak’s bound body with a possessive hand as he held the book in the other and read through it. Rak shuddered and closed his eyes.

“His Mightiness, King Narvain, will allow his slave to be bred.” Hasaviz tapped pedigree documents into alignment. It was a subtle reminder to the supercilious sun priest who was really in charge. He didn’t think it prudent to openly admit that Narvain had just about commanded him to have Murson breed the slave. “He cares not who sires the get since all babies born this way will be winged, and hence, slaves.”

Rak was struggling against his bonds, both physical and magical. Even with the collar, green lightning was crackling in his wings. He hissed a curse from between clenched teeth and Murson slapped him. “Manners, slave!”

Hasaviz dipped his pen in the inkwell, watching the slave closely. The renewed control spell was getting a real trial now, and so far, it was holding. But Hasaviz suspected that if any of the three bindings on the slave slipped, Rak would break free of all of it, so great was his fear of sun priests and his loathing of what was about to happen. And Hasaviz knew that Rak hated his gender. Narvain had shared that fact with him.

Avontos, who had silently watched everything with wide eyes from the safety of the couch, now plucked up enough courage to ask, “The dark one’s a woman?” He looked confused.

“The filth is also a freak,” Murson said. “There’s no end to its depravity.”

“Loftoni are often bi-gendered,” said Hasaviz mildly. “Personally, I find the female ones who can impregnate each other to be far more freakish.”

Murson and Avontos shuddered together.

“He lactates, too,” said Hasaviz, without looking up from his paperwork. “His milk is sweet and delicious. His Mightiness used to enjoy it over shaved ice.”

The two shuddered in unison again.

“Prudes,” muttered Hasaviz under his breath. He put down the pen, for he realized he would have to show Murson how to go about the impregnation. He walked over to Rak and stroked the slave’s bared belly. “The female opening hides itself well.” He massaged the abdomen until the umbilical opening gaped pink. “Once the slave is pregnant, you will need to strengthen the baby daily, by providing more seed through this entrance. Each time you do that, you not only humiliate the slave, you increase his desire for you, and his obedience to your will. Before long, only you will be able to satisfy the slave’s fires, and he will not want other men to touch him.”

Murson was already erect again, probably from observing the freakishness of Rak’s body. “It’s so wonderful that the dark one will bear a child of light,” said Avontos. “Perhaps this will help purify him?”

“It can but help,” Murson said. “I must study this. Hasaviz, have you any other materials on this? Perhaps the great Xaethien wrote on it.”

“Xaethien was a great researcher into anatomy,” said Hasaviz, “but he did not specialize in Loftoni. His Mightiness, King Narvain, built upon Xaethien’s work as far as this subhuman race is concerned. I will give you a copy of his writings on Loftoni anatomy and breeding.”

“I should very much like to read it. Then I shall delve into the theology of it as well,” Murson said as he pushed into Rak.

“Of course,” said Hasaviz. He watched Murson with clinical interest. Rak cried out and tried to pull away