Feral Series IV: Feral Fallout

by Skhye Moncrief

  Flonn knocked into the ugly !Dakos warrior's shoulder in passing and kept angling toward the wall where he leapt onto the edge and disappeared into the crowd.

  Something told me I hadn't seen the last of him. Intuition was kind of nice in that respect.

  The other pissed-off !Dakos monster grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and the back of my waistband and hefted me skyward, over his head where I could almost see stars filling the day's blue sky because of the distraction caused by the fire from my hair accidentally trapped in his grasp.

  Pain. Pain. Searing pain. I tried to clutch his grip to lessen the flames.

  "Put her down,” M'yote yelled. “You'll injure her."

  The big cyborg belly-laughed, deeply.

  Disturbingly. A demented sound, setting off my intuitive radar. What did that ominous sound foretell?

  Everything shifted in another round of burning pain until I hung facing the courtyard and the black boots of the man who'd be choking me except for the v-cut neckline of my leather shirt. “Is that better for your frail female?” the cretin asked.

  No. Not better. My skin ripped where he grabbed it with my hair and shirt.

  "Are you in pain, Theone?” M'yote demanded.

  "No.” I wouldn't give the bastard holding me the luxury of knowing.

  "Then maybe I'll claim her,” the !Dakos warrior yelled.

  No!

  I swung again, down onto my hands and knees, where a force rammed up against my ass. The bite at the back of my neck intensified as more stinging pressure drew my head back.

  M'yote and Solvun stared at me.

  Or the sight. Wide-eyed.

  The pressure at my ass quickly registered as a hard-on.

  Big. Deadly by the vehemence in its owner's attitude. I searched M'yote's blue eyes for something. Anything to work with.

  Come on, commander. Just how should I proceed?

  "Slow down, Notk. Don't do anything foolish,” M'yote warned, he gingerly tugged his glove off his hand.

  Was he going to protect me? It's about freaking time.

  "Oh,” Notk groaned while grinding the steel shaft in his pants against my hips. “I see why Flonn wanted your female. But I'll do one better. I'll gift her a little gift by making her stronger with a modification. Just give me a moment.” He shoved my ass again. “And her spinal column will be fully augmented."

  Talk about demented-cyborg talk! I glared a get-this-bastard-off-my-ass look at M'yote.

  Solvun ran his tongue across his teeth beneath his upper lip in a typical male why-do-you-have-to-drag-me-into-this gesture.

  No matter where you go in the universe, the male mind always operates the same. Talk about a scientific observation.

  Notk's suddenly shoved me against the ground and hovered, casting a long shadow.

  Why? Only an idiot would leave any room for him to change his mind. So, I scrambled to me feet and stood beside M'yote. Albeit, the !Dakos male was a good six feet tall. But that hand was what made me feel safe with him.

  Notk glowered at me like I was the gray Sasquatch. “Rom is coming. Nobody makes any rash movements."

  "Rom?” I whispered at M'yote.

  "You'll wish you hadn't come close to Treusch.” Solvun guffawed.

  Rom proved as large as the other !Dakos, like they were cut with the same cookie cutter. He sported the same musculature and long hair tied back in a queue. But something about him screamed rational.

  Rational sounded pretty good after gray mutant female and big nasty Notk. I donned my best politician's mask and tried to win some points for good behavior.

  Rom sighed.

  A really nice humanizing sound to hear come from something similar to the brute standing at attention behind him.

  "We'll make your brother as comfortable as a noble Prall deserves.” Light glinted in Rom's eyes suggesting he tried not to laugh but missed the mark. Then his gaze slid to me. “But, Solvun, you will no longer doubt my loyalty to the crown of Prall."

  Notk grabbed M'yote's shoulder and shoved him toward the stone steps, leaving me behind.

  What did Rom plan to do with me? “She's yours, Solvun. One breach of etiquette on your female's part and you will suffer the consequences."

  Solvun locked a glinting gaze upon me and literally drooled where he grinned at me.

  Like I was his next meal. Talk about screwed. The sharks circled my perch on the plank like someone baited the water with blood bait before planning to nudge me off the edge with a swift prod. And the iron prod in Notk's pants was a harpoon.

  M'yote shot me nothing short of a pity glance.

  But what could the gesture do for me when his annoying brother—God forbid big self-centered King—licked his chops while gazing in my direction? I felt naked although I was completely covered.

  "Extend your arms,” a male said from behind me.

  All I could do was stand there as they cuffed me with golden bracelets linked together by a short length of chain. But the cuffs weren't the depressing part. No. The choker had to win that honor. With a length of the same golden chain between the shackles around my wrists and clipped to my neck, all my optimism went flying back into deep space. Where my bastard evil-pirate commander jumped ship and tossed me to the sharks.

  Solvun grabbed the chain dangling between my neck and wrists and pulled me toward the steps. “Do not speak unless you are spoken to,” he warned without so much as a glance, leading me between the looming tidal-wave wall of cyborg eyes.

  What just happened? I was possessed by a !Dakos warrior then gifted to Solvun? Although, the King and I shared some sort of bizarre destiny on this trip through Neverland, and we were supposed to wind up together. All of this just happened way too quickly. Or that was the way of this mission. Do or die. Sink or swim. How could I dog paddle with my paws chained?

  Come to think of it, Solvun was behaving like a bastard. King or not. He definitely harbored some issues I didn't want to contend with. But when did that ever come into play with orders? How many times was I thrown into the game when nothing more than spreading my legs for some royal jerk would save my ass?

  Solvun yanked the chain through the doorway.

  Getting out of the warm sunlight wasn't all bad. Well, until Solvun rammed my shoulder blades into the biting wall and shoved the iron of his cock against my belly.

  All I could do was stare at his gritted white teeth. He smelled all male. Over two-hundred pounds of steely power. Not good with my current shackled condition.

  "Don't make this difficult for me, little female. I saw the game you play in the arena. You pull any of that shit with me, and I'll give you to Notk.” His grip twisting the pinching chains at my wrist only dared me to speak out of line.

  Since he didn't phrase any of his points as a question, I nodded. Nobody would ever say I didn't understand orders. Besides, my gut wasn't talking. I'd bet my life on my intuition. It was the one thing that never failed me. And my gut was encouraging me to work with the King.

  Solvun jerked me away from the sharp wall's unyielding hardness and back into the shadow at his heels.

  Why did my intuition tell me to buy into this ruthless bastard?

  Anything, universe?

  Now would be an excellent time for a revelation.

  And just what had they done with M'yote? Something told me he and his brother weren't beer clinking buddies. No cheers between those two. So, why had M'yote brought me here to implement his brother's release?

  My gut began to hum.

  One of those strange you're-getting-warm kind of feelings.

  Because it's all a game. A facade, intuition's little voice hiding deep inside my head whispered.

  And I'd have to believe that as truth until something started to nibble at my gut with the realization that Solvun must die. Then, I'd kill him for revenge. He deserved it with his bullying shit.

  But that would go against orders. So, stick with intuition.

  Solvun led me down beneath the planet's surf
ace, into the rungs of Hell, one floor at a time. Apparently, a King didn't get a beautiful view on Treusch. I guess that would clash with the fact he was imprisoned. No perks there. As far as I could tell.

  I kind of felt like I was being led into the hot stifling bowels of a ship though. Or it was just my little walking-the-plank twist on this damned mission. But, if I was truly fortunate, the stinking entrails would crap me out of this nightmare. That's a big if.

  Besides, wasn't Satan at the bottom of Hell?

  Not good.

  But what could I expect? This was prison.

  Solvun finally dragged me to a metal door on hinges with a large old-fashioned metal lock. Extremely crude kind of lock for such advanced cultures... But where was the key?

  He placed his hand on a black screen.

  The door swung wide. He dragged me into an enormous bedchamber.

  Yes. Bedchamber. The central furnishing would be a large opulent four-poster bed with posts as thick as !Dakos arms. Okay, kings got perks. Or Satan did. The rich green bedding had to be silk the way the lighting shimmered on its surface. Easy on the eyes, at least.

  Another heave on my chains landed my shoulder against another traditional door hung on hinges. And Solvun pressed his steely body against mine. “You want M'yote? Well on Prall, a female gets all the brothers."

  The coldblooded shadow in his golden eyes warned me he meant business.

  But intuition's radar wasn't blaring.

  Solvun slammed his mouth over mine in a hot brutal kiss. For two seconds, then began slurping along my cheek until reaching my ear. “They're watching every move I make,” he whispered. “Go along with this. Act like you hate it.” He reared back in retreat, disgust on his face. “Flonn's disgusting smell is all over you.” He shouldered the door open and pushed me into a biting wall.

  The whole damned prison was hard! But that's why Goro sent me.

  Okay. Play along.

  Solvun hit something, making water spurt into a shower spray inside a stall like one on Earth, beyond a glassy door.

  While he conjured up a noisy cloud of water vapor, I got to scan the facilities. The toilet looked like an ancient Roman basin—hole carved in slab of rock on a bench-like shelf. Seen them often on my travels around the Mediterranean... Water sprayed from a small fountain out of a few holes above another basin—the sink. A piece of metal had been polished to a high sheen for a mirror and hung above the tiny fountain.

  Solvun grabbed my elbow, shook my attention back to him. And his big-ass knife.

  Uh, no problem playing the part of worried female now. My reflection showed I was an excellent actress. Just what did he intend to do with the shiny blade?

  He sliced my shirt open from my navel to between my breasts.

  Thanks, jerk. So much for covering up the goods. He better come through on the play along part as this was all going to be fun and games. Not total conquest.

  "Take of your boots and pants,” he growled.

  For someone who looked so much like an earthling, he sure acted like an animal. Where was the damned surveillance system? I yanked at a boot.

  He'd stripped while I worked my clothes. Then butt naked, Solvun snarled at the wall near the top of the doorway. “If you don't mind, I'd like the little leather-and-chains outfit I saw on Itavo's female. After all, she doesn't need it anymore. And disinfect it. Itavo passed her around so much that it's probably laced with pathogens."

  Gods, so much for an omen. But what can a person expect from a prison?

  Solvun shoved me into the stream of almost-too-hot water, plowing in behind me, his bare hard cock poking at my ass, and held me under the relentless spray of almost-molten fluid. “Don't people bathe on your home world? Gods-be-damned!” He shoved bar of soap in my hand. “Don't make me clean you."

  King Asshole.

  He went to work washing himself while I lathered up what I could reach given my arms were chained to my neck. Although he'd told me this relationship we were carving out between us was all for show, I couldn't bring myself to look any higher than his knees. Hell, fake or not, I didn't want to set off another wave of his feigned anger.

  He abruptly knocked the slippery soap from my grasp, grabbed me by the collar, and shoved my face into the jetting water. “Didn't your father teach you to never make a man wait?"

  I went from water choking down my throat to my already-tender shoulder blades grinding into the coarse stone wall. Again. He rammed his hips between my legs. For some reason, making me wait for another round of augmentation. But his lips fell to my neck where the most amazing suction worked my nipples into aching beads.

  Like he took great care to tease and caress me.

  He groaned just enough so I could hear.

  Glad he had a good time. Maybe he deserved it. He was saving my ass. Right?

  He marched his kneading lips up my neck to loiter on my jaw line, then at my ear. “M'yote's here to take me back?” he whispered.

  This wasn't the time for fifty questions. But the shower spray drowned out any sounds that might escape our discussion. I groaned and rubbed my cheek against his stubbled face. “Yes.” Hopefully, the reply looked heartfelt enough to fool anyone observing us.

  "Pretend with me. Look like you slowly fall to the moment. And I'll make it good for you."

  So much for a plan. At least this plan promised a lot more than M'yote's.

  "This place is full of noble bastards. They all think they're entitled to what everyone else has. Wrong. They'll try to steal you from me because the guards don't care what goes on down here. Nobody touches you. No one. I'll have to kill a few of the bastards to set boundaries. But you'll be fine if you go along with me.” He backed off, letting my screaming bruised shoulder blades slide down the solid slick wall, and reached out an iron muscled arm to slam a wide palm over the mechanism that stopped the water flow.

  How he managed to look so genuinely hungry when raking his gaze over my body was a mystery since I was just his pawn. Unless the man was starving.

  He was a man. A powerful machine at that by the looks of all his undulating sinew. Corded flesh. And the way his chest rose and fell so abruptly heralded his need for me. Gorgeous? Yes. The man, the king, was handsome. Powerful. And I was his chained toy.

  A chill of dread riddled through my cells.

  His little squeeze doll. Not such a bad idea when he claims he'll make it good for me. With all that iron muscle. What I'd give to be spread-eagled on the bed with him licking me from head to toe?

  Gooseflesh tickled across all my limbs, knotted my nipples.

  He noticed, focusing on the small beaded nubs on my breasts, groaning, sliding a coarse palm around the damp swell of one breast, and hissed. “That's what I like. A woman with feelings.” He thumbed the taut bead of my nipple, then leaned down to nibble it playfully between the sharp edges of his sparkling teeth.

  His lips were so fucking soft.

  My heart melted into a heated flashflood.

  Whether it was the shafting jolt of electricity causing my sex to beg for him or the hunger in his gaze as he looked up at me while playing with my nipple, I will never know. Maybe it had something to do with Flonn? But everything blurred after that.

  My body had been dripping wet. But soon I was stretched, dried off, with chained wrists locked to a hook at his massive headboard. Captive? Well, did it matter when I was already chained in a prison?

  And he was saving me. Right?

  His weight pressed into my body where he'd pried my legs open to present everything I had for his enjoyment. And oh how he enjoyed. I shivered over and over as he pressed his scraping stubbled cheeks everywhere with those sweet attentive velvet lips. Up and down the length of my body. Over every sensitive nook, cranny, and peak. And I all could do was grip the chain, writhing beneath his taunting tongue. Rocking my hips. Begging him to do something about the misery coiling inside my lower belly.

  He chuckled a lot.

  A sinister little sound. Something
akin to pure evil. I preferred to fancy the noise his aloof way of communicating how much he enjoyed making me squirm in pleasure. After all, he was a nice guy. Right? Worried about my mental health so much he risked everything to inform me of his plan in the shower! So, why wouldn't he appreciate knowing his efforts to please me weren't wasted? I'd just show him. I snaked my legs over his hips and arched my lower back into his belly.

  He groaned, raising up on his palms, staring into my eyes with his warm golden gaze, only to glide a palm down my quivering belly, skating a shiver across my navel, to his cock, one I could see had to be as large as Flonn's, and he rubbed the smooth head across my clit. “In a second, you'll forget all about Flonn's accursed pheromones."

  Oh make me forget.

  Fireworks exploded between us.

  Or light flashed in my eyes.

  And he kept rubbing and rubbing my clit with that amazingly soft smooth head of his cock until I could see nothing but a brilliant haze.

  "That's my mate. Cry those sounds for me. I'll make you happier than any warrior who's wormed his way inside you."

  If my body hadn't been humming tighter than a harp's string plucked for good measure, I might have taken insult to his little comment that I'd slept around. But I was more inclined to trap that taut little head of his cock in the mouth of my sex and gobble it up.

  We'd see who made what sounds.

  He slid the blunt head of his erection down right next to my sex, teasingly.

  Too bad. I thrust my hips up, squeezing his ass with my legs, shoving his hard rod inside me.

  He gasped a snarl and arched his back even more, ramming himself into the hilt.

  Gods, if he only realized how good his shaft felt. Well, he probably did by the mask of sheer satisfaction he donned on his face.

  I clamped my inner muscles down on his engorged erection and ground my sex against his hard balls.

  He lowered a conspiratorial gaze to meet mine. “You are going to have to learn to be patient."

  Oh, yes, lovely threat. Beat me with your stick. I'm so ready. I bucked against the broad musculature of his torso.