Amber crawled on top of him and whispered, “You’ve never had sex before, have you?” She then flicked his cock with her fingertip. “Does this thing even work?”
Lord Raion growled as he wrapped his hands tightly around her waist. She fluttered her wings to escape his grasp, but her efforts were useless; he had her held tight and the increased radiation in this proximity had made her woozy.
“Let go of me.”
“All your talk. All your bravado…” He gazed down between her legs. “For nothing.”
He aimed his cock and pushed her down onto it. It was large—larger than anything she had had inside her before. Sabrina had warned her of this—even offered her advice—but Amber had not taken it. She had not, until a few minutes ago, truly believed this moment would happen.
“Shit!” she screamed. “You’re too big!”
“Good.”
“Slower! I gotta get wet.”
“I don’t care if you’re wet or dry.”
Amber struggled to free herself, but his sharp fingers dug deeper into her skin.
“You should. If you want this to feel good for me or for you.”
“I only feel the pleasure of a goal met, a battle won. I have won, fairy.”
Amber sneered. “You said you don’t reproduce. Do you even come? I bet you don’t. That must suck.”
Lord Raion removed a hand from her waist to cover her mouth, but when he did she freed herself from his grasp and leaned herself way back.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t watch much porn, do you?”
Amber had angled his stony cock to fit her better; at least it did not hurt now. As she rode him, she amped up her wings and released a second and third wave of healing energy to help herself and the other girls.
When her wings sparkled, Lord Raion, reached up, clutched her neck, and pulled her forward.
“Are you healing yourself now, fairy?”
“I have to.”
“Why?”
All you men are the same, otherworldly or not—monster or not.
“Because you’re too big and you’re hurting me.” She winced.
His hands left her neck and clawed down over her dirty breasts. She did not want to look him in the eyes, but she did, and it had appeared he was starting to enjoy himself.
Amber placed her hands on his stony, thin chest over the pulsating glow of his heart—or whatever that thing was. Her fingertips burned like she had touched a hot plate, but a little heat never bothered her.
She squeezed her arms together to accentuate her cleavage, and even gave him a playful smile…just before she insulted him. “You’re disgusting.”
“Yes.”
“You make me sick.”
“I know.”
She pulsed her wings again. Her waves of healing energy felt incredible—intoxicating.
“What you’ve done to me and my family…you’re vile.”
“And here you are now, my bride.”
His words pissed her off. “How does that make you feel, asshole?”
“Like a king.”
She looked up at the princesses; they stood taller, no longer slumped or bleary eyed.
“No. I mean how do you feel?” she asked, looking not at Lord Raion, but the girls.
“I feel good.”
One by one the girls nodded. She curled the tops of her wings back, unwilling to risk a smile or nod; all eyes were still on her.
“Does this make you feel high? No longer weighed down? Like you could fly? “
Again, all the girls nodded slyly in return.
“Yes,” Lord Raion said, adjusting his grip on her.
There was suddenly noise all around. Amber heard a growing commotion from below, and when she looked to the door, several of Lord Raion’s guards had turned to gaze down the stairs.
“Good. Good,” she said as she began to panic. “’Cause I think it’s my turn.”
She reached down between her legs and touched herself. She tilted her head back, spread her wings and moaned loudly. She grunted and groaned as she bucked up and down on Lord Raion. At first, he did nothing, just stared. But soon after, he reached up and latched his rough hands to her breasts.
When his nails began to pierce her flesh, she knew she had his fullest attention.
“I’m gonna come…fuck! I’m gonna come!” she yelled, pretending to near orgasm.
“You—you are?”
She heard squeaks in the distance, but they were growing louder; something was about to happen, and it terrified her more than anything she had encountered yet this day. I’m close—so close to getting what I want.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yes…” she groaned and then grunted loud. “F-fuck!”
She peeked at Lord Raion, who had turned his attention away to look at his guards in the doorway. Does he seek approval from his men, or is he wondering what all that noise is too?
Amber spread out her butterfly-shaped wings farther and released one last wave of healing energy followed by enough heat to reduce anything made of cloth or leather to ash. Then, she used the strength of her wings to press herself down on Raion.
“What is this?” Raion asked as his gaze volleyed between her and the guards. “You did this? You burned the sheets?”
“Lord Raion!” a voice echoed from the stairs. “Lord Raion!”
“I couldn’t control myself,” she shouted to get his attention, placing her hands over his mouth. “My vile husband…you’ve—you’ve fucked me so good, I’m coming.”
He mumbled under her hands, even struggled lightly to free himself. She did not care—her time was now.
“Go!” Amber yelled to the other women.
Aella broke free of her restrains first. In a flash, her wings were out, and she was in a low hover. Aspen was next. Amber watched the girl, who stood closest to the door, push the irradiated guards out to the landing and held them there with her large rocky wings.
Good, Amber thought, clear the area, keep the guards busy.
Carns was the last to free herself, and she did not release her wings. She simply stood there, a look on her face that Amber knew all too well.
You think while the rest of us act. I hope your plan is a good one, Sis. I know how you prefer others doing your dirty work.
As she listened to her sister issue orders to the other two princesses, Amber crumpled onto Lord Raion, like she had just climaxed. With her face just above his ugly, stony mug, she smiled, readied her true wings, and whispered a popular internet meme, “All your base are belong—”
Before she could finish, the squeaks of dozens of rats quickly filled the room—there must have been a hundred or more slimes flooding the entrance.
Many voices shouted the same information: “Sir! That’s not Sabrina London! It’s a fake!”
Amber watched Lord Raion’s red eyes blaze with rage as his body seeped red-hot radiation. She flapped her wings and dropped her weight down more, but it was not enough.
“All this?” he yelled as he pushed her off him to the floor. “All this was a trick?”
“That’s right! Fuck you, Raion! Fuck you to hell!”
Four Fairies, One Lord
When Lord Raion stood, his head nearly scraped the ceiling. Amber gazed down the full length of his ugly, jagged body. She felt like it was the first time she’d looked at him with her eyes, as though she’s actually been seeing him through Sabrina’s eyes before now.
To her surprise, his dick was gone. She wanted to look back at the bed to see if it had been somehow torn off, but his hands glowed a weird green light, making her concerned about a whole different weapon.
“Let’s go!” Carnelian’s shout prompted Aella and Aspen to action. “This is the top floor, Aspen! Drill straight up—through the roof! Aella, create a wind funnel and bring it down here. Clear the path for Sabrina and I.”
Aspen stepped away from the door, broke the ceiling open with her stony wings, then launched herself up and through the hole
.
Amber took quick inventory of the room: the slimes had begun to merge, and his golem guards were now free and ready to strike.
Carns took Amber’s arm and shook it. “We are all getting out of here.”
“No, you’re not!” Raion growled as his hands glowed brighter. “I will kill you all!”
“Aella, go!”
“Take the camera!” Amber added.
Aella snapped to, and in a flash, she’d grabbed the old VHS camera and darted up after Aspen. With those two gone, Amber breathed a sigh of relief.
Now I only have my sister to worry about. Time to die, Raion.
Lord Raion’s hands emitted a pulse of bright florescent-green energy that momentarily blinded them. Amber’s ears were suddenly filled with the sound of her sister’s yelping.
The attack had burned Amber, Carns, and the slimes, but not like fire. This heat made both girls look like they had instant sunburns.
Carns covered her bare stomach with her arms; she looked mad and concerned in equal measures. “What the hell…”
Amber ignited her wings and spread them out. The flames instantly burned everything they met and killed the slimes that had not yet merged into the shapes of wolves and greatly injured those that had.
“This room, this place—it’s all a fire hazard,” Amber said. “You are so fucked!”
Lord Raion released another pulse of energy directed at the two fairies. The blast staggered Carns but did little more than the first attack to Amber.
“Release your wings, Carnelian!”
“How are you still standing?” Lord Raion asked as he stepped forward and released another blast into the room.
Carns dropped to her knees.
“I’ve filled this room with enough fairy healing energy that it’s not only healing me and her, but it’s healing you too, Raion.”
He paused. “What?”
“The radioactivity inside you is decaying a thousand times faster than normal. I’m healing you to death, motherfucker.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m not Sabrina fucking London!”
Amber focused her flames at Raion, and they instantly burned him in half.
“Your fucking kingdom—everyone was afraid of it. Everyone was afraid of you! Now it’s mine. All mine!” she shouted as his legs were reduced to ash and gravel.
All that was left of the monster was his torso and his head was melted down into his shoulder. To be honest, Amber could not say he looked any better or worse than normal.
“Tell Pollution…” he grumbled on his dying breath. “Tell Pollution to…to…do it…”
“Yeah? I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him to eat shit and die.”
Amber summoned more flames, accidentally giving birth to two fire elementals in the process. But she continued, incinerating Raion down to a pile of ash—leaving just the top of his pointy head until a strong gust of wind blew through the new hole in the ceiling, extinguishing her flames.
“Thanks for the crown, asshole.”
As soon as Raion was gone, Amber dropped her act, her voice and posture returning to normal.
“Who are you?” Carns asked, clutching her stomach in pain.
Amber picked up what remained of Raion’s head and turned to face the other irradiated earth golems. They did not attack; they did not move. She wasn’t even sure if they were still alive. However, the slimes, the ones who had survived, had begun to reshape into bats.
“It’s me, Sis.”
“Amber?”
“I guess father didn’t tell you about my mission.”
“No.”
The two fire elementals puttered around the room. Amber wasn’t sure if they searched for something or if they were just impatiently awaiting commands.
“Well,” she said, swatting away the first slime bat to swoop in, “I will tell you all about it. But I need you to get out of here first. Go tell the assembly that Lord Raion is dead and that Sabrina London killed him after she consummated the marriage. After. Be sure to tell them after.”
“What?”
“Just go.”
Carns grabbed Amber by the arm. “No.”
“Damn it, Carns, now is not the time,” Amber said. “I have to go. I still have work to do.”
“That’s exactly why I’m not leaving. I don’t believe you. This… What is all this? What is all this really? “
Amber pulled her arm free. “It’s too much to explain right now. Just do what I asked.” She turned to her elementals. “You two, kill these slimes.”
“No.” When Carns reached for Amber’s arm again, Amber punched her in the nose—just a light jab that was meant to warn her.
“Back off, Carns.”
“You fucking hit me?”
“And I’ll do it again. Now go. Get out of here.”
“Where is Sabrina?”
There it is. Amber had known it wouldn’t take her long. Carnelian was inquisitive, and she always knew the right questions to ask.
“I don’t know, Carns. Where do spoiled rotten bitches go this time of year?”
“Did you kill her?”
“Why would you even ask me that?”
“Because it’s you, Amber, and you’re a killer.” Carnelian put her hands on her bare hips. “Always have been, always will be.”
She was right.
“I’m not telling the assembly your lies. Sabrina London didn’t do this; you did. And that is what I will tell everyone.”
Amber saw her fantasy disappearing—the one where she beat Sabrina in a fight and humbled and then killed her. But now it did not add up. Suddenly, it was her sister she saw in her mind broken at her feet.
“You don’t look well, Carns; your skin is peeling.” Amber rushed her sister. “It’s time to leave. Aspen and Aella need you.”
“You first.”
“Not until I see you pop them wings.”
“Fine.”
Carnelian turned around and slowly unfurled her wings, careful not to set anything else aflame. As she did, Amber picked up one of the damaged lamps by its melted metal shaft. It sizzled in her hand—she felt nothing.
Childhood memories filled her mind, but nothing could deter her—she was driven by one thing and one thing only. As she watched her sister stretch out her wings, Amber drove the sharp end of the metal lamp through the back of her neck. Carnelian’s wings went incandescent, then faded to a translucent white.
“Amber,” she gurgled, falling dead to the floor.
Amber burned a hole in the top of Raion’s jagged, stony, skull and placed it on her head like a crown. “Sabrina. Call me Sabrina.”
Blood is Thicker Than Water
The ground shook so hard that Sabrina, Jackson, and Natalia all fell to the sand.
“Not this again!” Jackson yelled over the rumbling. “We need to get to solid ground, Natalia.”
“What of her?” Natalia pointed to Sabrina.
Jackson and Sabrina made eye contact. Sabrina did not know what to think. Not about Jackson, Joe, Skipper, Dunyasha, Lord Raion—any of it.
“Oh shit,” Joe squeaked as he turned around. “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.”
In the far distance, toward the city, there was a flash of light and a huge fireball.
“What the hell was that? Did someone just set off a nuke?” Jackson asked. “Are we under attack?”
“Joe!” Sabrina shouted as she got to her hands and knees. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do that.”
“You told them!” Sabrina growled.
“Yeah, I did that, but I didn’t do this, yo.”
Sabrina finally got to her feet. “What happened? What was that?” She pointed toward the orange glow. “Was that…was that her?”
“The shit hit the fan, man,” Joe answered. “One minute, badda bing. The next badda boom. I-I can’t tell what happened. Too much talk…too much panic. Too much—”
“Joe!” Sabrina shouted again. “Was that her? Answer me!
”
“Look, Sabrina, baby, I know you’re mad at me, but I had to. I had no choice.”
Sabrina folded her arms. “You had a choice. You all had choices. And you all choose wrong.”
“Look, I did what I was told. Now I’m outta here,” Joe said and then scurried off. “I don’t want to be here for what happens next.”
“What happens next?” Jackson asked.
“You are right,” Natalia said as she stood. “We should go, Jackson. This is starting to feel…wrong.”
Another quake tossed them all hard to the sand.
“This isn’t natural,” Jackson said. “Quakes don’t last this long.”
“Because it’s not a quake,” Sabrina said.
Her view of the orange glow in the city had been obscured, the strange darkness in her field of vision seemed to suddenly and drastically grow, and then move forward.
Natalia shrieked. Sabrina would have too had she not lost the ability to move.
Sabrina gasped. “Pollution…”
Jackson saw it next. “Fuck! Shit! That thing is as big as a high-rise!”
“It looks like a walking mountain.” Natalia said.
Sabrina sneered. “Mountain of trash.”
“Did we not defeat this thing before, fairy?”
“Guess not.”
“That thing is the size of Godzilla,” Jackson shouted. “I’ve had dreams like this. Dreams where I saw something big in the distance—”
“And it was coming for you?” Sabrina finished. “I’ve had those same dreams. Their called nightmares, Jackson. Welcome to my fucking nightmare.”
“We should run now, right?” Natalia asked Jackson as she crawled to his side. “Right?”
Sabrina’s blood ran cold. “We need Dunyasha. Can you summon her?”
“Yeah, call your sire. She helped stop this thing before,” Jackson said.
“My sire feels the fear of her children; if she is nearby, she will come.”
“And if not?” Jackson asked.
“Then we—”
“We got to get closer to the water—get in the water!” Sabrina shouted as she pointed back to the surf. “The Tainted, this thing, they—it—they can’t pass through salt water.”
“Then let’s go!” Jackson shouted over the rumbling as he pulled Natalia to her feet. “Sabrina, it’s past time you pop those wings.”
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