8 Part 8

The length of the smooth stoned hall seemed to double as the echoes of the mini processional bounced back at them. To his perverted mind Palturn strutted with his 'future queen' in submissive tow as if he had already dethroned Rharonis, visions in his mind of the cocky bastard crushed beneath his feet and this lusty woman pawing at his side wanting him for his cunningness. A faint sheen of sweat formed across his upper lip just thinking about his rewards for all his ideas and schemes. Staying beside the old man when his last breath cooled on his lips knowing just how close he was now that the chaos of the shifter reign fell to an inexperienced playboy. With a throaty chuckle his pace quickened as he wanted to get this formality out of the way. He knew she was pure and memorized her blood line. He just wanted the pleasure of confirming it for himself. He shivered like a teenager at his first glance of a dirty magazine.

Autora shivered in her own way as she stared at her pudgy captors back, seeing and sensing the disgusting things going on his mind. She wanted to trip the cockiness right out of him and add a kick to the groin for his perversion. If only she could un-snare herself from the faes magick. It made her itch but she also knew she made the elf uncomfortable too. Underneath her quiet following she worked on exuding some of her feral power, the small trickle only a paltry amount of the actual power she was pushing against the restraints. The tidal wave being held back by Quelyn's magick making her head spin in pain before she backed off. Her own sheen of sweat broke across her brow. If it weren't for the magick she would have slumped over in exhaustion but instead she trudged forward and growled in frustration.

Quelyn struggled not to laugh. His boss certainly had a fight before him. He could feel the power she was trying to punch thru his wall. She even got close but ended up succumbing to exhaustion. Her magick though was off the charts. If it wasn't for the millennials he had on her, she would have knocked him on his ass. The world was not ready for this kind of power. In one aspect Palturn was right, she was going to be the shifters salvation, but the more fearsome thought was she could be their destruction. The fae community had to know. They had stood idly by and watched as even the strongest race had started imploding on itself with petty bickering. He couldn't stop what Palturn wanted to do with the woman for which it strangely haunted him, but he forced it aside and thought ahead to what needed to be done. Involving other fae meant one thing. God he hated contacting that fae.

Amras Tasadur

The processional stopped as Palturn opened a solitary black door, the sound of it seamlessly opening up with a menacing hiss. The opening maw of darkness made Tori gulp in fear for the first time. Not even Roni's proposal had her wishing she was more of a wimp so she could wet herself. Although knowing dirtying herself would only give him an excuse to bathe her. She trembled in disgust. Working her jaw back and forth she kept from fidgeting only by sheer will power.

Palturn turned and opened his arms wide giving her what he thought was a loving lustful smile. But to her and Quelyn it was creepy as it made his beady eyes twinkle dangerously. Quelyn could feel Tori's trepidation and gave her a little shove towards Palturn's open arms. Of course to the dragon's eyes she leapt to his arms eagerly.

"I'm so pleased my dear to see you excitedly accepting your role. I promise to make the rest of your life a wealth of passion and worship. You will enjoy this night for it's the beginning of all to come." He leaned in and whispered into her ear, the tip of his tongue flicking against her lobe biting it between his teeth, "and come you shall, over and over again, my name on your soft lips." he pulled back and winked trailing his meaty thumb along her lower lip. Quelyn had to force her mouth to stay shut so she wouldn't bite the dragons thumb off. She may not have been able to move but the abject horror in her eyes spoke volumes. Palturn's eyes were too glazed over with desire to notice as he wrapped his arm around her waist and squeezed his fingertips into her hips.

Turning back toward the open door he tugged her along beside him, once passing into the room he turned over his shoulder and spoke to Quelyn. "After I shut this door lock it with magick and then remove her bindings. I want her frisky for me not frozen." Quelyn made to protest knowing that she would probably end up blowing up as soon as he released her, but it was Palturn's funeral for wanting to deal with her raw, so he nodded and waited as the door swung shut in front of him. Hearing the lock click he added a layer of magick around it and simultaneously released the power around Tori. A loud resounding thud hit the door followed by a male curse.

Quelyn chuckled and walked down the hall a little, lifting his phone from his pocket, his fingers flying over the keys as his ears stayed pricked to the sounds of furniture breaking and screams of outrage reverberate from under the doorway. The phone in his hands vibrated pulling his focus to the response. The words on the screen causing him to pause. He already knew that she was the Kong's intended. But this new information was a game changer. What had Palturn done! Quelyn rushed back to the door and released his magick, the eerie silence coming from the room making his pulse quicken. Amidst broken shards of glass, wood impaled into walls and to some people's amusement white down feathers from the bed flitted thru the air, a large groan came from underneath a large oak desk. But what caught his attention was the feral crouched figure of Autora, naked from the waist up with a bruised bite mark across the top of one pale breast, a large gash above her right brow softly oozing thick blood down over her cheek, staring right back at him

He held up his hands showing her he meant no harm, but he also didn't step any closer. The turbulent gleam to her eyes slowly faded and she released a shuddered breath before calmly passing out in a delicate heap on the floor. It would be almost comical if she wasn't in so much danger. He could see though how the shifter king was taken with her. Walking thru the debris he bent down beside her and grabbed a torn blanket to cover her chest before scooping her up into his arms. Palturn's groans still came from under the table but he wasn't a threat at this point. Back out in the hall he magicked the door again to keep just Palturn in so that he could rendezvous with Amras. Even in slumber the magick pulsing off her skin tingled his palms.