Impure

by Kenna Bardot

  Now everything I did, everything they made me do, was just another way to see me on my knees like a good little subservient. I stared up at him, waiting with glaring eyes for whatever came next. I knew that this wouldn't be the fumbling awkwardness I'd had before - that this was certain to put my previous experience to shame.

  Hollis stared down at me, arrogance stamped over every perfect fucking feature of his stupidly handsome face, despite the cruelty that shone through in his victory. I expected him to whip out his dick and force it on me, but those eyes just stared down at me expectantly.

  I realized, with a bit of horror, that he wanted me to be the one to take him out. I wondered idly which one of us would break first. Somehow, unveiling the instrument of my degradation seemed far worse than having it shoved in my face. A fact I knew he knew, which was probably the point.

  With a sigh, I reached up with a trembling hand and touched his thigh, feeling the way the corded muscle twitched beneath my touch. I wanted to say it was because he felt it - that irrational attraction that pulsed between us even though we hated one another.

  Or I hated him, at least. I doubted he felt enough about me to call it hatred.

  I knew it was probably his hesitation that I might punch him in the dick.

  The other hand followed until I touched the steely erection pressing against the front of his pants. I knew my eyes widened as I swallowed, releasing the closure and sliding down his zipper.

  Ryle stepped up next to me, and I resisted the urge to look at either of them. I didn't want to see cruel red or golden eyes when I debased myself.

  My hand shook as it slid inside Hollis' pants and tugged him free from his underwear. Wrapping around the shaft inside and tucked up into the waistband of his underwear, the thing felt abnormally large.

  As in dear Gods how did any woman - mortal or otherwise - manage that?

  He sprung free into my hand, hanging obscenely where my hand didn't cover him. Hating myself, I slid my hand up and over his flesh slowly, testing the boundaries.

  "Mouth, pet," Hollis grunted at me, and my eyes darted up to look at him briefly. Ryle's hand stretched down, grasping mine in his and guiding it to the shaft he pulled out of his pants when my focus was fixated on the misery that was Hollis.

  I glanced his way, widening my eyes at him too. He might not have been as big as Hollis, but were all the Descendants endowed to the point of things being weapons of mass destruction? It seemed unfair and also answered a bit of the question about why the girls were always competing to get them to have sex with them. Humans couldn't compare to that.

  My hand wrapped around him, sliding over the taut skin with my other hand while I leaned forward and licked the underside of Hollis from root to tip. Those red eyes darkened when I met them, glaring down at me with triumph written all over his deceptively angelic face.

  If only a monster didn't lurk behind his pretty face.

  The evidence of just how much he enjoyed seeing me on my knees hit my tongue when it touched the head, and I closed my mouth to swallow it down.

  "In," he snapped, and I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking as I took him as far as I could manage. I retreated when he hit my throat, repeating the process until a hand wrapped in my hair and tugged me off him.

  "You're neglecting Ryle," Shephard's dead, toneless voice snapped. "That's not very nice of you, is it?" I shook my head frantically, the movements small but rapid considering the hold he had on me. Using that grip on my hair, he shifted my head over to Ryle and pushed me forward until he slid inside my mouth with a grunt. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged when Shephard continued to shove me forward.

  "Swallow around him," he instructed, eyes twinkling menacingly, and I forced myself to do it even with tears in my eyes. Ryle groaned, wrapping a hand around the bottom of my chin so it rested against the front of my throat like he could feel himself there. He gave slow pulses in my throat, being shockingly tender.

  But I couldn't breathe around him, and the way his eyes burned as he looked at me, the bastard got off on that fact. Suffocated by a cock. If I did go, I hoped my family never had to find out how I died.

  When my vision blurred at the edges, Shep released his hold, and I drew back on a huge, wet gasp.

  "Good girl," Shephard crooned, something close to affection slipping into his voice for a moment before he went right back to the careless thing I knew him to be. "You'll need to get better at multi-tasking. We share everything between us. It's why we don't all need our own personal attendant. One is enough for all of us."

  He shoved me back towards Hollis, who wasted no time meeting me halfway and pushing into my throat. I gagged around him as he slipped in, feeling the ache form immediately. He was just too big.

  I tried to pull back, but Shephard kept me planted there as he shoved my dress to bunch up at my waist. He ripped my underwear off, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him toss the scrap of lace to Tate who watched with that arrogant smirk on his face. When Shephard finally released me, he let go of my hair, and I turned to Ryle who seemed content to let me take the lead for the moment. I bobbed on his length, hating how I could feel the fact that I was wet, particularly without underwear. Shephard's hand cracked down on my ass, and I hissed around Ryle.

  "This fucking ass." Shep's voice had taken on a guttural quality, slapping it again and grabbing a cheek in each hand to spread and knead the flesh. When his hand wrapped around my waist, slipping between my thighs and finding my arousal, the dark chuckle that left his mouth horrified me on some level.

  On most levels.

  But the deep, depraved part of me wanted to smirk. Wanted to laugh because they weren't tormenting me in the way they thought they were, but the dick in my mouth kept me blissfully silent. Shep's fingers slid through me, brushing against my clit only briefly before he pumped two inside me.

  "Such a greedy little pussy," Tate's laughing voice observed from the bed.

  I turned my focus back to Hollis, even daring to glance up at him while I swallowed. His eyes had deepened to the color of blood.

  "Fuck," he groaned. "Those fucking eyes. Glaring at me even while you suck my cock." He shoved as deep as he could, pouring his release down my throat and staring at me intently when he finally pulled free.

  Ryle stepped to the side, filling my vision, so I didn't need to twist my body to take him inside my mouth. Shep's fingers worked inside me, slowly, torturously. "Do you want to come?" he asked.

  Even as the heat built inside me, the urge terrifying in its intensity; I shook my head. I didn't want to owe the bastard an orgasm. Not when my throat already felt bruised from Hollis and Ryle. Who knew what Shephard was hiding in his pants?

  He grunted, dissatisfied with my answer, and withdrew his fingers in favor of working my ass over with both hands like some obsessed psycho. Ryle hissed between his teeth finally, tearing out of my throat so suddenly I cried out. Thick streams landed on my chest, covering my breasts in his release as he jerked himself off to completion. I stared down at it briefly before turning my eyes back to the fucker. I stood from my knees, moving for the bathroom.

  "What do you think you're doing?" Ryle barked. I glanced down at my chest, wincing when he approached me thunderously.

  "Cleaning up."

  He smirked, reaching out a hand and running his hand through the mess on my skin. He smeared it all over my nipples, working it into the skin like it might lather. This was no lotion like the ones we used to make at the shop. "Leave it. I like the idea of you being covered in me all day."

  I swallowed, picking up my bra with a glare.

  I had barely righted myself when the door opened, and Annalee stepped into the room. Her eyebrows raised when she took in the mess that must have been my pissed off face, darting down to the evidence of the crusty mess peeking out the top of the neckline on my dress.

  "Who jizzed on the new girl?" She sneered, prancing over to Char and looking up at him through her lashes. He n
odded, and she climbed into the bed between him and Tate, instantly curling up against his side and pressing her lips to his neck with a familiarity that made something ugly, hideous, rear up inside me.

  He ran his hand over her ass, gliding her dress up the back of her thighs, and I watched Shephard's eyes narrow in on the glimpse of the top of her thighs.

  "Ryle." Char laughed. "It didn't look overly impressive. You can go, new girl. I don't feel like an audience today." I looked to Hollis, who waved at me dismissively.

  I'd served my purpose, and it appeared someone more experienced would tend to the other three. I went back to my room to wash the evidence of my humiliation from my skin. Once I had finished, I curled up in bed without eating.

  I didn't know what hurt worse.

  Being used or being dismissed in favor of a better model.

  It shouldn't have mattered.

  And I lied and told myself it didn't.

  I would not break.

  Chapter 11

  Mireyah

  We all gathered in the dining room, humans lining the walls while the Descendants lounged about in their stupid comfortable seats. The formality of it felt final. Like something was coming that could never be undone.

  Something that would change the course of my life forever.

  One of the Gods who taught at the school, a Sutre, stepped up to the front of the room and stared at the crowd of students and servants alike with a hint of sadness that made my trepidation grow. His bright orange hair was garish under the harsh lights of the room.

  "The eighth contestant in the Challenge has been named," he said, and a hush fell over the humans lining the walls. “Imogen Leven has endorsed Garnet Prior."

  Although being selected for the Challenge was supposed to be some great honor, nobody applauded. The Descendants couldn't be bothered to care, and the humans sulked because it meant one more position was occupied. One more position they couldn't have.

  "That means we require only two more names before the Challenge can begin."

  I looked to the group of guys sitting in the middle of all the activity, white eyes clashing with my own as Charolais smirked cruelly. For a moment, I thought he might endorse me just to see me squirm.

  But he didn't. Stupidly I had to know that he couldn't since I wasn't his attendant. No, he did something I would soon come to realize was much worse.

  "I endorse Annalee Lawrence," he said, standing from his seat. The hush that had already spread through the dining room deepened to where a pin could hit the floor and we would all hear every ping it made. My eyes went to Annalee across the hall, finding her standing with her hands to her mouth in disbelief, but joy made her eyes water.

  So happy. She was so happy to fight to the death.

  Only one in ten would survive the Challenge. Bitterness ate at me as she turned grateful eyes to Char, silently promising him all the supposedly incredible blowjobs in the world.

  I wanted to scoff. Like she didn't already drop to her knees on command.

  "Does anyone have a last name to enter?" The Sutre at the front asked, but no one piped up.

  Humans hung their heads in disappointment. "One more name, and we will have our Challenge!" The Descendants cheered, leering around at the humans. The other Gods who taught at the school were more dignified, but I saw the look in their eyes of unholy glee. They couldn't wait to be entertained.

  For a fleeting moment, I wondered who the other seven were. Having no one I was really friends with, I had no clue about them. But I stopped wondering because I didn't give a fuck. Not about the challenge and not about them.

  Not about any of them.

  Dismissed, the humans filed out of the room quickly, eager to return to their duties. I followed the masses, hurrying back up the stairs to make my way to Hollis' room. I had more to clean, his mess-making kept me in a constant supply of never-ending work.

  A small group of humans gathered on one of the stair landings with Annalee holding court like the attention-hungry thing she was. There had been a time when we'd been friendly, and I really wanted to keep liking her, but there was a line I felt had been crossed in her adoration of the monsters who wanted to become Gods. I had never looked at her the same after she'd settled in with Char like he was her saint. The way she'd looked at me, it had been obvious that she knew just what I'd been through, but she'd looked at me with disgusted amusement. She'd only been too happy to side with the Descendants and throw me under the bus.

  "I'm so happy for you!" one of the girls around her squealed, and the sound was as unmistakably fake. None of these girls could be happy for one another, not when another's success meant their own failure.

  It made me miss my home. My parents, Varo, and Serenity, even Tali. The stability and the constant trust. There wasn't a single person in this forsaken castle who I could trust to have my back.

  "I always knew it would happen, but he definitely made me wait." Annalee giggled and flipped her long dark hair behind her.

  "I'm sure it's just because he wanted to keep you for himself as long as possible. Do you think he'll look for you in Sylfeshire when he Ascends?" the other girl whispered.

  "I hope so." Annalee sighed. "The others are all great, but there's just something about Char. If he made me choose one of them, I'd pick him in a heartbeat. But I don't think they'd make me choose. They like to share, so it stands to reason that will continue on when they look to establish their sire bond."

  I scoffed and rolled my eyes but offered a tiny smile when I crossed into their vision. I tried to scurry away as fast as I could to escape the drama.

  "Mireyah!" Annalee chirped happily before I could make good on my attempt to avoid them. "It can happen for you too! You're so young. You have years to wrap the rest around your finger. Whoever remains, anyway. I know they may seem cruel, but if you just encourage them a bit, they'll fall for it. They like you even when you act that way. Ryle doesn't paint his cum on just anyone." She smirked at me when the others chuckled. But she coaxed her face into a nice smile that I could see through.

  "I'm not interested in joining the Challenge," I admitted, trying to just step away instead of getting into a conflict.

  No such luck.

  Her hand wrapped around my wrist, nearly bruising in intensity.

  "Don't be stupid," she hissed. "You're pretty. Pretty enough that you're already an attendant even though your attitude is shit. You could be a God! You really want to toil away here cleaning up their shit?"

  "What I want is to retain some of my dignity. Not happily spread my legs for Descendants who dip their wick into anything that moves." I felt my temper flare up as whatever calm I tried to muster up fled quickly.

  She released me with a dark laugh that seemed so at odds with her pretty face. "So you'll just open your mouth instead?"

  I glared at her, turning on my heel with a huff. I didn't want to explain shit to her knowing she wasn't about to believe someone else's version of the narrative. Let her believe what she wanted. She wasn't who mattered.

  What I needed was leverage, but I had no idea how to get it over the guys who ruled the school.

  ✽✽✽

  I much preferred the days when Hollis left me in his rooms to clean up rather than days when he required my presence as he went about his day. That he took me into his classroom then sent me out whenever they got interesting was another thing I didn't really enjoy or much appreciate.

  It was like when he could feel my enjoyment, he would punish me by taking it away from me. But those weren't even the worst days. Sometimes, he just had me wait. Wait with nothing to divert me.

  And doing all that waiting drove me crazy. I didn't do well with inactivity, not when I had an endless amount of work waiting on me. Plus, he criticized me for not getting them done, as though I could be in two places at the same time.

  That said, standing at the sidelines was better than the days when Hollis wanted to humiliate me by having me sit on his lap or kneel at his feet in front
of a very public audience.

  Which was his mood that day, apparently. "Come, pet. Put that ass of yours on my lap."

  I seethed. Having Hollis invite me over to sit on his lap while he listened in his class had been humiliating enough. But what was worse was that I'd listened, only to have him dump me on my ass to the floor a few minutes later. I gasped as I fell in a surprised tangle of limbs, my ass hitting the stone floor so hard that pain vibrated up my spine.

  Frustrated red eyes glared down at me, and I wondered what had made him snap that time. I didn't have to wonder for long, the tent in his pants painfully obvious.

  He wanted me. And he hated that.

  Because he knew I was probably the only person in that fucking place that he couldn't have. Not really, at least, because by some miracle he knew that rape wasn't really having someone. I guessed I should be thankful that I'd first pissed off a Descendant with some ‘vaguely there’ sense of values.

  Yippee.

  The frustration in his face fled to be replaced by a dark grin that spread over his face slowly. My glare melted in the face of it as a genuine fear filled me.

  All my instincts told me that I was fucked. And not in the fun way.

  "Sir Rehan?" he asked. The class froze as the Sutre God at the front turned to face him, raising his brow at the interruption. I felt everyone's eyes on me, where they hadn't cared a moment prior when he'd tossed me to the floor. "I name Mireyah Bolstad as the tenth."

  "Are you certain?" the Sutre asked him. He’d been the same one who had done the announcements in that room where Char had named Annalee as a Challenger. He peered over at Hollis, sparing me a single disgusted glance. "Once she's been named, you can't rescind it. She still has several years where she'll be eligible and could be of service to you before she's rendered too old to become a Sylfe."

  "I'm not impressed with her services. She's not even a good lay." Hollis sneered, and the other Descendants broke out into chuckles. I met Char's eyes where he sat next to Hollis, hoping maybe he would intercede on my behalf. But there was nothing in those white eyes aside from the familiar cold cruelty I associated him with.