Chimera King Box Set Books 1-3

by Atlas Kane

  Again, the demoness told him to hold still, and again, her sex began to milk his. It was slow and undulating, something he never would have thought possible. In moments, he felt himself on the brink of collapse. “I’m going to cum,” he warned her, and she pulled him over her body. His chest fell over hers, and she kissed him.

  Cade ignited, the core of his being arcing like lightning and pouring into Ketzal. His torso flexed as he came, the orgasm writhing in his body like a bucking horse. When he felt himself deplete, Ketzal’s mouth opened, and a different force emerged. Suddenly, his lungs were filling with a vibrant energy. It felt like the purple of her skin and the cinders of her musk. It was her life force pouring back into his own.

  It built until the pressure in his core renewed. “Again?” he asked, confused and thrilled at once. Her pussy moved around him, and another spike of excitement crashed through his groin. “Again!” he grunted, clenching his jaw. Cade filled his hands with the woman’s hips and clutched her for dear life.

  The cycle continued. Each time he broke, she refilled him, and eventually, his orgasm became a steady and vibrant thing. His body trembled with pleasure, and he swam in it.

  After a few minutes or a century, Ketzal stopped. She gently pushed him away, and he realized he had been close to unconsciousness. “That’s enough, Cade. You need a break,” Ketzal said as sweet and humoring as a first girlfriend. He sat on his heels and breathed. The man’s body was covered in sweat, and when he looked down, he saw he was still unfortunately hard as granite.

  Ketzal rose and kissed him once more, breathing a bit more of her essence into him. The dizziness abated, and he breathed more easily.

  “Who are you?” he finally asked her.

  The demoness grinned coyly and shrugged. “I am a demon like any other.”

  “You are a work of art,” Satemi whispered. Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes begged for affection. Ketzal obliged happily.

  Cade sat in a stupor, still recovering, as the two made love. With deft hands and eager mouths, they teased each other to heights of great satisfaction. Satemi was near to finishing, when Ketzal called upon his services once more. “Can you lie down? I think Satemi would like to have you as well.”

  He relinquished everything, lying back on the furs and marveling at his steadfast cock. She mounted him and ground against him. Ketzal kept her hand on Satemi’s sex, and thrummed her delicately until the woman came.

  Cade felt her thighs crush his hips, her pussy throbbing as every wall in her body fell down at once. But Ketzal kissed Satemi in the same fashion she’d done Cade, and he saw it then. And it was purple. A filament of energy passed between their mouths, and Satemi’s eyes glowed lavender. The woman kept moving, her chest rising and falling, her breasts shining with sweat in the lamplight. Her orgasms rolled in and out of the shelter like a steady tide.

  The inevitable happened soon after. Cade tensed, moaning once more beneath Satemi, and for the first time, her own voice broke. Satemi arched her back and called out in a clear voice, demanding the world to hear and bow to her pleasure.

  After considerable cleanup, Cade laughed softly. “What just happened? That was nothing I’ve ever experienced or even heard of.”

  “The Lycani nectar,” Satemi said in a husky voice.

  But Cade shook his head. “Like calling a pond the ocean. Those orgasms were not the same. Ketzal, you could conquer the world with that little flower of yours.”

  “You both were excellent partners,” she responded earnestly. “I am grateful to have received your worship.”

  “Worship?” they both asked in unison.

  Ketzal rolled over and pulled one of the furs over her shoulder. “Of course. Where do you think the energy came from? To make love to a demon is to worship them.”

  Cade thought about it for a moment, then relented. “I will worship you any day, sweetheart.”

  Satemi laughed behind him. “I second that. And who knew sleeping with a demon could be so… invigorating.”

  “I think I almost died,” Cade admitted, and the three of them fell to giggles. Then he asked what had been bothering him during their interactions. In a more serious tone, he asked, “Ketzal, did you finish at all? It seemed like you could have done that for days. Also, I am not sure if you—”

  “Don’t worry, Cade. Demons are very different. We don’t have orgasms the same way other creatures do. I drank in both of your essences. Believe me when I say I am very satisfied. You are both gracious partners. And yes, I could have continued like that indefinitely. But such is the way of demons. It would seem strange to do so in Antinium. Where I am from, an orgy can last weeks. Time works differently on that plane of existence though, and considering that we didn’t need to eat or sleep there either, well, I’m sure you understand.”

  “I’m sure I don’t,” Cade said laughing, pulling her closer to him. “I’ll take your word for it though. Goodnight, you two.”

  And so the three lovers grew silent, unaware and uncaring of the world around them. They let sleep take them gratefully, each with a smile resting securely on their faces.

  11

  Treasure Beneath the Floorboards

  Breakfast tasted sweeter than normal. Perhaps it was the fresh harvest of Tinto Grapes Ketzal had found during their hunt the day before. Or maybe it was due to the incredible night he’d had with two amazing women. He didn’t exactly care either. Having woken a few hours before sunrise to pull a guard shift, Cade was restless to get started on the day’s activities.

  He’d spoken with their demon friend, Pablo, while waiting for the sun to rise. He found out a lot about the little guy’s world, but little about how to save Sholl’s life. Mana Shards was the short and simple version of it. Because the man had suffered a fatal if slowly progressing injury, Sholl was counting his days. If they managed to find more Mana Shards, however, they might be able to power the Town Interface and heal the man. Cade planned a short trip down to the Interface to see what a single Mana Shard might gain them in regards to the required power to reboot the system. Pablo didn’t think it would be enough to accomplish much, however.

  Cade was set on finding an alternative source of Mana Shards, and had sent the demon off to inquire where he could. The dude could chat with gods, so if anyone had a cheat code for this impossible situation, it would come from him.

  Everyone ate, and shame kept Minda seated before the fire just feet away from Gemma. Gemma, for her part, seemed contrite as well. Cade doubted she’d wanted to cause offense, but had she thought a bit more about the offer, the woman would have done well to have simply refused.

  When they finished eating, Cade stood and cleared his throat. Don’t mess this up, Cade. Just simple words for a serious occasion. “I think we need to have a talk, everyone. What happened last night was… unfortunate. It is obvious how all of us have come from very different places in the cosmos, and each of those places is bound and built on differing customs. In my world, for instance, some people are greatly offended if you step on their shoes, or 'kicks' as they are sometimes referred to. I had a friend—“

  “Cade, by the vigilant gaze of the gods, sit down,” Satemi said. She herself remained seated, and began a more direct route of communication as soon as Cade sighed and found his seat. “You two need to be allies if not friends. Gemma, when someone offers you a gift, do not insult them. That is the only offense you have given this village though, and it was minor. Minda, you became aggressive towards another villager. In my world,” Satemi said with a glance to Cade, “we would cut off your spear hand. But instead, I am asking you to explain yourself. Speak with this woman, here, in front of everyone, and tell us why she bothers you.”

  Satemi’s tone was as strong as carbon fiber and Kevlar. Cade suppressed his grin, knowing this was a solemn event. Yet she had cut directly through the knot and outmatched his fumbling attempts to unwind it. Satemi, you are the general who might never get an army. Such a pity.

  With less hesitation than
he’d feared, Minda stood and regarded the group. “I’ve done some thinking, quite a lot actually, and I wanted to apologize to Gemma. I should not have bared my fangs at you, and for that I’m sorry. As I’ve said to some of you, where I come from, the color of one’s coat means almost everything. I’m a lightcoat, which is the lowest caste of beastkin. When I walked down the street, darkcoats scoffed at me openly, flaunting their wealth and power. My heart was filled with more hate than I realized.”

  Then facing Gemma directly, Minda asked the woman a question. “Do your people have such distinctions? Or do they all have coats as dark and lovely as your own?”

  Gemma blinked, trying to process the drastic change in mood. Shaking her head slightly, she sent her hair strands rattling from side to side. But she answered earnestly after a moment’s pause. “I am Neemashi. Our coats are different though I have never seen one so pure and lovely as yours, Minda. My mother’s clan had many red and brown-coated members, and my father’s mostly black to gray. Even the color of our ether-flames differs. But none placed value on such things.”

  She gave Minda a sidelong glance that betrayed her feline mannerisms once more. Cade thought she must have felt her answer insufficient because she added, “Hunters though, and seekers, are the most powerful in our society. Those who build or cook, those would do everything else required, do not have a voice to speak with. I was a hunter, so in that way, I was like your darkcoats. But I was never cruel to those beneath me. I ate first and spoke loudest because I risked my life to hunt. Our world was… much more dangerous than this one.”

  Gemma’s words faded as she stared into the flames, remembering some event in her past life.

  Cade rubbed his face, and Satemi pointed to the woman, her mouth pursed as if wanting to mouth the words, “What did she just say?”

  When Minda made to speak, Cade winced. Here it comes, he thought, expecting some confrontation to begin anew. “More dangerous? You were attacked by ten guards and Vormer himself on the first day here. You fled to the mountains and nearly died. What could be more dangerous than that?” Her words were cautious, not accusatory, and he waited patiently for a response. Minda was truly trying to open up.

  Gemma eyed them all, and Cade saw one of her hands tremble slightly. Then she told them a single word that explained much. “Dragons.”

  The rest of their meeting was a back and forth of sharing some of the more terrifying or challenging aspects of living in their previous worlds. Gemma told the story of her death, how she hoped beyond anything the beast was sated with her ether, and how she wished she knew if her sister yet lived. Minda described the terrifying plagues that swept through the populace, killing millions at a time and always evolving into new threats.

  It was a morbid brunch but highly productive. By the time they finished, everyone was more acquainted and that attitude of mutual responsibility and ambition returned.

  Satemi finally cracked the whip an hour later, tasking everyone with building their palisade fortifications at last. Showing some pity on Gemma, she sent the tigress into their small patch of forest to hunt. Rather than bound away in her cat form, Gemma summoned a soul weapon which she said she’d stored in the skin over her back. Cade couldn’t believe her until she showed him the trick, and then everyone was twice as impressed with her capabilities.

  The woman stalked into the forest alone, bow in hand, prepared to kill whatever she could.

  Satemi told Ketzal where she wanted the trenches dug, and the two forced Bellows to dig in the dirt for the first time without mushrooms being at stake.

  Minda went with Cade back to the Interface.

  They made it back to the cave quickly as their route was direct. Though the shadow beast had been killed, both entered with weapons in hand. The place was still creepy as hell, and neither of them felt like taking chances.

  “Where do you think that thing came from?” Cade asked, to fill the heavy silence more than to get an answer.

  Minda shrugged. “No idea. It seemed a fallen creature. Almost like a god or a celestial being. At least it was attempting to be such. Let’s just try the Interface then leave as soon as possible.”

  The same dim tunnel and lonely room awaited their arrival, and again, the place had an uncanny feel to it. He had the impression that something was about to happen at any moment, like a kinetic charge to the air he couldn’t put his finger on. Yet everything was quiet.

  Cade looked up at the scrawled lettering and depiction of the shadow creature. He turned to Minda and asked. “Sorry if this is too weird to talk about here, but what did it feel like? When it touched you?”

  She visibly shuddered and gave him a wry look. “Yeah, Cade. Bad timing. I don’t want to get into it, but it felt… cold. Now use the Mana Shard and let’s get out of here,” she said, clutching her staff with both hands and glancing around the room.

  He summoned the shard in one hand and touched one of the golden pillars in the other. Closing his eyes, he accessed the Interface. As if sensing his intention, the system asked him the golden question.

  Town Interface

  Interface Controller: Caderick Shelby Clarke, the Terran

  You wish to charge the Interface using 1 Mana Shard?

  Yes.

  Charging initiated

  The room buzzed with energy, and Cade looked to Minda. Her eyes were as surprised as his own, and all around them, the room came alive.

  With the quiet hum of Tanrial technology, every moving part continued the progress that had been halted the last time he’d meant to reboot the Town Interface. The domed altar rose another three feet, expanding above their heads. It fanned out wide enough to accommodate a dozen people to stand beneath it. The panel below the dome rose to its full position and expanded outward to expose a full visual display of icons and controls. It looked like a control center in a high budget sci-fi flick. The lights in the walls regained their full intensity, and some of the eerie stillness seemed to depart. And finally, the staircase descended until it clanked loudly on whatever surface lay beneath.

  Cade and Minda gawked at everything and then gave each other a look of mutual excitement and outright fear. What the hell did we just do? Cade wondered. And more importantly, where does that staircase lead?

  “Pablo?” Cade called, and turned to face the demon as he appeared sitting on the top of the golden dome.

  “What do you need, Caderick? I see you’ve invested the Mana Shard.”

  “I did. I just want to know what I should do with that thing,” Cade asked, pointing to the ridiculously complex control panel.

  “It is an optional method of interacting with the Town Interface. If the controls are intimidating, I can either explain them to you, or simply touch any part of the apparatus and use your UVS. I believe you have done so before already?” The demon fluttered down and placed his tiny scaled hand on the gold pillar as if to demonstrate how simple an action it was.

  “Okay, I’ll do just that. Just thought you might be able to teach me how to use the control panel. No need to get sassy, Pablo.”

  “Each Town Interface includes an internalized demon helper. This one has been unconscious for a long time, but I am sure he can transfer that information directly into your thick skull. While you’re in there, do tell Micah I said hello.” Pablo smiled, an odd thing for a tiny dragon to do. Then his face grew more solemn. “Oh, and I’ve been speaking with my contacts on the Council. There is no way for any of them to observe the goings on within Tanrial. Vormer lacks such power, even with the city’s Interface under his control. We suspect Aten, but there is nothing the other gods will do to interfere directly. It’s against protocol. But, I assure you, Cade, I have been allowed to let you know if and when any danger is coming from the city. So far, nothing has left, no abyss creatures or Silver Guard. I’ll alert you if that changes.”

  Minda was kind enough to thank the demon, and he disappeared, seeing Cade was not in the mood for any other jests.

  Shrugging his should
ers, Cade touched the golden pillar and closed his eyes once more.

  Town Interface

  Interface Controller: Caderick Shelby Clarke, the Terran

  You wish to access the Town Interface?

  Yes. Um… Pablo says hi.

  I have received Pablo’s salutations. Will you give him mine in return?

  Yes. Can you teach me how to use the control panel?

  Requested information transferring now.

  Like all good things in Antinium, the transfer of information Cade received hurt. His brain pulsed with energy, and he made a little noise, but at least it wasn’t as bad as when Gemma had fried him half to death.

  As the sensation passed, he stared at Minda and realized he knew what the symbols meant that were written across the golden control panel.

  Approaching the ancient apparatus, Cade pressed a button above which read, Micah.

  “Thank you, Micah. Next time, warn me if something is going to hurt. Okay?”

  The demon’s tinny voice rang out from the dome above them. “Command accepted. However, no other actions should result in physical discomfort. How else may I help you?”

  Cade read each section of the controls, one marked Structures, another Security, and a final one Citizens. Options were listed below each of them that he was certain would expand into even more options. Yet at the very top was a flashing red line. It was the most concerning piece of information available. It read simply: Available Mana: 0/1000.