Silver Chains | By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 3137 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Anita was tired and wanted to take a short nap to clear her head and help her calm down before going back out to look for Richard. A shower and then bed seemed like the best thing to do right now, because Edward was right. Niley had to make the next move, or so she thought. Exiting the shower, she felt the marks between her and Richard open wide, The sensation was so strong that it dropped her to her knees. Someone or something was feeding on Richard in a manner that imitated the ardeur, devouring his life force while giving him incredible pleasure. Anita gasped as the ardeur reared its head and shot down that metaphysical thread that joined her to him. She could feel Richard’s fear even as his body throbbed and swelled with the growing pressure of being fed on by two forces.
Screaming, terrified that she was going to help whatever it was feeding on Richard kill him, she tried to fight it, but the other thing was over riding her control. Micah and Nathaniel both ran into the bathroom, but Nathaniel had been fed upon last, and Micah motioned him away. “We’re both feeding on him!” she gasped and clutched at Micah. “He can’t survive that!” Micah grabbed her hand and pulled the ardeur away from Richard and into him. It bowed his back and shot through his body as Anita reached for him and pulled herself closer. She couldn’t feel Richard anymore, and it was not without fear that she fed upon her Nimir Raj. Once her own demon of lust had been satisfied, she tried to find Richard in her mind, but all was quiet, and now her terror reared its head. What had just happened? What had just fed on Richard?
The succubus kissed Richard’s soft mouth and smiled when she raised her head. His body was exhausted from her feed, his belly slick with his own seed. Such a pretty wolf. Such a pretty, pretty wolf. If that little exercise didn’t make Anita Blake frantic to get him back, then she was more monster than originally thought.
Niley, just controlling his emotions, glared at the demoness and asked, “Why did you do that?”
“I needed to feed,” she answered coquettishly and ran her fingers through the cooling fluid on his body. His skin quivered beneath her fingers like a skittish colt, but he was so deep inside himself, she wasn’t even sure if he was aware of her hand on his body. “I also made sure Ms. Blake was aware of what I was doing.” Raising her head, her eyes going dark and cold, she said, “I expect this to be over by tomorrow night. Bring her in tonight. Kill her tomorrow.”
“I’ve contacted a man I know from Chicago,” Niley informed her. “He will have everything readied tonight.”
“Excellent,” the demoness purred and slid her fingers up Richard’s body to playfully circle one dark nipple. “Once Anita is dead, we can kill him.”
Niley frowned anxiously. “I was hoping Our Master would let me keep him,” he said while wishing she would just leave Richard alone. The Ulfric was his; he had hired the hunter to bring him down.
The demoness laughed to herself and then gave Niley an amused face. “First off, he won’t live very long after you kill Anita,” she explained as if talking to a stupid child. “And even if he could survive, he would rip your heart out and feed it to his pack.”
“Perhaps I can tame him,” Niley offered hopefully, the thought of all that hot golden flesh turning cold and unresponsive bothering him. He had seen how Richard had given himself over to the succubus, unable to help himself as she fed on his life and rewarded him with incredible pleasure. Nothing that beautiful should wind up cold meat.
“And perhaps one day we will be living in Heaven,” the demoness mocked him and let her eyes drift to the silent imp. The thing actually pitied the werewolf, how odd. “What would you have us do to him?” she asked it.
Terrified of being noticed and addressed, the imp stammered, “My...my...lady, whatever you desire.”
“That is not what I asked. What do you desire?” she repeated, his terror amusing her even more.
The imp looked at the still head, at the golden red hair that humans thought was beautiful, at the strong swell of the Ulfric’s throat, down to the powerful breast and flat belly. “Humans think he is beautiful, do they not?” he asked curiously.
“I have been told that,” the demoness answered, intrigued by the question. “Why?”
“Then if we destroy it, destroy his beauty, would that not be the greater evil?” he replied softly, unsure if she was really interested in his comment or just playing with him.
The demoness looked simply amazed at the grotesque little creature sitting on his haunches on the shelf. “The greater evil?” she echoed thoughtfully. “Would the greater evil not be destroying his mind and heart?”
“If he is not going to outlive Anita, then destroying his mind and heart does not matter. We will destroy his body first, I think.”
“Very perceptive,” the demoness agreed and then turned to Niley. “We will slaughter him at the same time as we sacrifice Ms. Blake to Our Master. And no, you can’t keep him. Even raped and brutalized his soul is too pure for Our Master to claim.”
Niley wanted to plead his case but knew the demoness was not listening. She wanted Anita dead, and she would kill the werewolf to ensure it. Of course, the vampires were not being considered right now. Jean-Claude might have something to say about all this.
The demoness smiled and ran her fingers back down the wolf’s golden skin to his soft penis. “He really is beautiful,” she purred again and hefted the unresponsive flesh. She tapped into the werewolf’s drugged mind and sifted through his thoughts looking for Anita. For awhile there it had been fun dragging the ardeur out of Anita, letting her feed on Richard while she also fed on him. Then another creature joined her and the ardeur stopped. Too bad. “Tonight, whatever it takes, we must capture Anita,” she told Niley. “If anyone is with her, detain them, stop them, kill them, I don’t care, but get me Anita.”
Niley inclined his head. “Yes, I will get her for The Master tonight,” he assured the demoness. To fail would be a nightmare that the one he was living in could not possibly match.
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