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

from Murson. The sun priest pulled out his golden flogger. He chanted and the lashes glowed with power, spitting sparks.

“Can I breed him next time?” asked Avontos.

“Is there a breeding queue, Hasaviz?” Murson asked as he whipped Rak’s chest, paying particular attention to the ringed nipples.

“There is not,” said Hasaviz. “It will take him three months to grow this child, then he must have at least a month to rest before he can be bred again.”

Rak shuddered under Murson’s lash and orgasmed in due course. Murson dropped the whip, started pumping in and out of the slave’s female opening, and gasped in surprise. “This is most pleasurable.”

“It’s said to be more pleasurable than any other form of sex.”

“I. Must. Agree,” Murson gasped out. He grabbed one of the bars of the rack for support. Rak was stiff and unmoving beneath him, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Murson cried out in ecstasy when he orgasmed. Rak visibly shuddered in reaction, climaxing in turn, but the look in his eyes was one of self-loathing and despair. “I so want a turn at that,” Avontos said, wide eyed.

“In four or five months,” Hasaviz assured him. “King Narvain will want his slave bred on a regular basis. Not over-bred, but kept full.” He sat back down at his desk, retrieved his pen and wrote on the document. He made four copies. One he presented to Murson. “His Mightiness will pay handsomely for the babe. I’m sure you don’t want to be saddled with the raising of it. And if you refuse, you will not want to face the consequences. After all, King Narvain owns the dam. All babes bred this way will be male, winged, and bi-gendered, just like the slave, but His Mightiness pays a premium for such.”

Murson backed away and fell heavily onto the couch. “Of course. After I examine it and document it, you may take it away. Subhumans belong in a collar.”

Hasaviz released Rak from the rack and said, “Clean him.”

Rak crawled over to Murson and licked the man clean. Murson sat with a dazed but happy look on his face. Rak’s tongue felt even more exquisite than usual. Murson could feel the kironi bond tying Rak to him, giving him power over the Loftoni. He was so pleased that he stroked the animal’s head, running the short hair through his fingers.

“Does that mean no more anal sex?” Avontos whined.

“Of course not,” said Hasaviz. “Go ahead and use him.”

Avontos stood behind Rak and opened his robes. The younger priest was quick to position himself behind Rak and plunge in. Rak sucked on Murson while Avontos used him but the old man was too wiped out for more. The old sun priest fell asleep on the couch with a contented look on his face and Rak’s mouth on his cock.

Avontos climaxed with a happy grunt. “I’ll be next,” he promised Rak and slapped his butt.

Rak pulled off Murson to say, “Thank you, master.” Murson awoke with a start as cool air struck his exposed, wet package. He looked down upon Rak. “And now, slave, you will be punished for trying to kill me.”

“That wasn’t punishment?” asked Avontos. He pulled Rak’s head around and pushed himself at the slave’s mouth. “Clean me.” He sighed happily when Rak complied.

“He has tried to kill me twice. My efforts, and Hasaviz’s efforts, have not been effective. Fortunately, there is a solution at hand. Chancellor Virien was kind enough to loan me a pair of his personal guards who have a great deal of expertise in punishing slaves.”

Murson looked at Hasaviz, who nodded wearily and commanded, “Slave, you will obey Hueltar and Thaxor as you would me until the sun sets. They are waiting for you outside. Go now.”

Chapter Fifteen: Sacrilege is Deadly

Scorth landed on the roof. Jisten slid down his shoulder and the moment the Valer was down, the dragon transformed. They both ran into the palace. Scorth’s expression was fixed but his yellow eyes were white-rimmed and flicking wildly. He radiated worry and fear to the Valer.

“Where was the last place you sensed

him?” Jisten asked.

“I think he’s in the suite,” said Scorth, a little calmer with the Valer taking charge. He tried to keep up as the captain broke into a run.

Jisten threw open the door to Rak’s suite, then raced through the empty reception chamber and into the parlor.

Hueltar’s pants were open but not down, his hands gripping the hips of his hapless victim, a very bruised, battered, and bound Rak. Hips still pumping, he looked over his shoulder and sneered, “Wait yer turn, virgin, and we’ll show you how a real man uses a sex slave!”

Thaxor laughed from Rak’s head, where he was pumping in and out of Rak’s mouth vigorously. “A prime mare like this would be wasted on the virgin. Gods, I’ve never had a better screw or suck.”

“Ya got a point,” agreed Hueltar, just before he stiffened and grunted in climax.

Rak’s dependent orgasm spattered to the floor as Jisten ran Hueltar through. He used so much force that he slammed up against the man, and snarled in the dying man’s ear, “Never use the high priest so. Sacrilege can be deadly.” He twisted his sword. “Si’Yeni, I beseech thee to take this rapist’s soul.” The formal words in the Valer language flowed easily and a sunset flared in the room. It sent sharpened fingers into Hueltar and drew out his soul, twisting and screaming. Both the soul and the sunset disappeared.

Thaxor scrambled back as the slumping Hueltar’s blood sprayed the room. His enormous cock glistened with Rak’s saliva. “Murderer!” he roared. “You’ll pay for this!”

Jisten had to tug his sword out of the corpse, giving Thaxor plenty of time to draw his heavy double-handed broadsword. Thaxor’s broadsword smashed down. Jisten deflected the strokes because his slender saber hadn’t the strength to stop them.

Thaxor advanced like a tornado with a sword. Jisten was hard pressed to even deflect the