Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

TYRANT

My claimed one is fast asleep and I stand and watch her.

Her tits look delicious, gently pressed together. Her wrists tied with soft, soothing velvet. She’ll be just fine. Sore. Bruised. But all that heals. That’s the point of it. Most everything can heal. You just have to sometimes shut the fuck up and deal with what’s in front of you.

My right hand touches Serafina’s left shoulder. It slides down to her tit. My thumb strokes across her nipple. I squeeze her tit just enough to get a reaction out of her. She’s stoned and sleeping but can still feel touches. Pleasure. Pain.

Tonight isn’t the night for it. I’ve got other work to do. I exit the bedroom and enter the other bedroom to clean up. Nothing worse than leaving a mess behind.

Serafina’s sweet honey-cum that escaped from her body down to the floor has already dried. That’s okay. I don’t mind her enticing scent lingering in the air. Even if it drives my cock crazy.

Once the room is clean, I take a shower.

When I stroke my cock with a handful of sudsy soap, I’m instantly hard. Throbbing. There’s not even the slightest bit of temptation to keep going and finish myself off.

Why the fuck would I even bother? I have a perfectly nice, warm cunt in my bed. Tied up. Drugged up.

I finish my shower and move to the next part of my night. I’m going to find out everything there is to know about Serafina Lockart. There’s something different about her. She’s far from the normal like the other new arrivals I’ve seen get passed through the legion and a brood.

I carry a chair into the bedroom and sit down with my phone, with Serafina’s phone, and a laptop. I smirk when her phone prompts me for a passcode. As though I won’t be able to get into her phone in a matter of seconds anyway.

I work, taking breaks to stare at her perfect tits and tied up wrists. I stare at her slit, licking my lips, wanting to drink from her cunt. When she groans and moves, my cock aches, watching her tits bounce. Watching when she opens her legs and her cunt blooms a little.

But I have to keep focus on my work. I know it’s not in my best interest to get involved in my claimed one ’s personal life.

I’ve been known every now and again to not follow rules though.

Tonight, my claimed one gets… claimed .

I choose a light pink dress for her to wear. She puts the dress on and comes out of the bedroom looking fucking perfect. I catch a breath in my throat and chest for a second.

Serafina can’t see my face because I’m wearing my mask. I’m dressed in all black. My hands are at my sides. I don’t move. I don’t have to move. I’m not supposed to move.

“Is this okay?” Serafina whispers.

She touches her hips.

I want to tear that dress off her body and fuck her until I’m about to come and then pull out of her tight cunt and paint her dress with my cum.

Behind me the front door opens. It’s Peri, Vic, and Demo. They’re dressed the same as me. They walk right by me, toward Serafina.

Her entire body tenses up. She wants to run but she knows better. If she dares try then the brood will have to forcefully take her down. And if I step in to stop it I’ll be punished.

I’m not sure who is who in the masks and robes. One grabs Serafina by her right arm. Another by her left arm. The third pushes at her back, ensuring she starts to walk and will continue to walk.

I step out of the way and watch as they lead my claimed one away. Through the front door. And just like that, she’s gone. Her scent hanging in the air.

My hands curl up into tight fists. Right now, Serafina will be lead to an all-black vehicle, with black tinted windows. She will be tossed into the trunk like a bag of groceries. I can’t help but figure she will panic. She has a tendency to panic. Picturing her freaking the fuck out and kicking and thrashing and possibility hurting herself by accident… it does bother me. It shouldn’t bother me. She’s a fucking new arrival in need of being claimed and trained. Broken and passed along. That’s fucking it.

I think about the teddy bear on her bed. Headless. Button eyes ripped off the cloth face. It could have been a message. Or it just could have been Des acting like a stupid fucking prick. Giving a hint at the kind of husband he’ll be. A violent and abusive husband. Willing to drug his own wife. Willing to threaten her. Scare her. Even when it doesn’t need to happen. Carefully torturing Serafina until she does something to stop it all.

Goddamn you, Tyrant. This is not your fucking problem. She’s a new arrival. She’s a fucking whore, or she will be soon enough. She’ll be broken. Then you’re done with her. After that, you can fucking pass her along to Demo, Vic, Peri… whoever.

The thought of Serafina with one of them. The thought of Serafina with Des— her future husband…

To my right there’s a black and white picture on the wall. It’s a stone road with huge, lumbering trees on each side. The picture has been on the wall since I’ve lived here.

I move the picture off the wall, then punch the wall with a grunt, shattering the drywall. My fist goes into the wall and I pull it back out. I rehang the picture, flex my hand, and then leave.

The ceremony is about to begin.

I enter the Perg and Serafina stands in front of the throne.

She’s looking at me. Her eyes are puffy, glistening. As I figured, she’s been crying. Panicking. She’s alone in a room full of men dressed in all black with masks. And, yes, somewhere in this mix of masked men, Des is here.

Luc is seated on the throne.

Once I stop walking toward Serafina, that’s when Luc rises up to his feet. He towers over my claimed one . I watch as his hands touch Serafina’s shoulders.

The dress I’ve chosen for her has thin, spaghetti-like straps, meaning right now my brother’s fingers are touching plenty of bare skin on my claimed one .

To be fair, in all realness for the Perg, the legion, and the brood , if Luc made a command, it would be followed. If Luc demanded Serafina fall to her knees and suck his cock, she would do so. If Luc demanded Serafina to fall to her hands and knees as he wanted to fuck her from behind, that’s exactly what would happen.

My jaw tightens as a fiery rage attacks me. I refuse to believe it’s jealousy. I just know what is mine right now. I’m not going to dwell on the future. I just want my claimed one back so I can continue to play.

Luc’s fingers move toward Serafina’s neck. His fingers then begin to interlock. I remain completely still.

“Are you ready?” Luc asks Serafina.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes…? Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir ,” my claimed one says to my brother.

Luc releases his hold on her and sits back down.

“Tyrant, step forward and begin,” Luc speaks.

I close in on Serafina. My right hand reaches for her throat and I squeeze. Not super hard but enough that her eyes go wide, welling with fresh tears. I’m sure part of her wonders if it’s really me.

I can’t fucking believe myself when I grab her right hand and lift it up and toward my chest. Allowing her to feel my nipple piercing through my robe and shirt, assuring her that I am her ace . There’s a hairpin curl of a smile at the left corner of her mouth.

I squeeze her throat harder. “Down on your fucking knees, claimed one .”

My voice booms through the room. Serafina falls to the ground, her knees hitting.

I lift my robe and have to carefully remove it without my mask moving. Right now I’m the only one allowed to not have a robe on. That leaves me in black jeans and a black T-shirt.

I open my jeans and push them down far enough, allowing my cock to spring free. I’m not fully hard but I’m far from fully flaccid either. Just the sight of Serafina has that effect. Her in a pink dress is like a beacon of innocence in some fucked up way.

My cock throbs as it hangs free, visible to everyone in the Perg .

Serafina’s eyes are wide. She’s never really been this close to my cock like this before. Closest was in the bathroom when I fucked her on the floor doggy style and painted her face with my cum.

“No hands,” I say in a deep voice. “Taste me in front of my brood .”

She leans forward and tilts her head a little. She looks like someone trying to lick ice cream dripping down a cone. As soon as I feel her tongue touch my cock, I throb hard. Blood filling my cock in a split second. In fact my cock jumps so hard, it slaps against Serafina’s nose.

She sighs and opens her mouth, seeking my generous tip. She takes me into her mouth. She closes her eyes and takes more. When she pulls back a little, obviously wanting to suck and pleasure me, I don’t allow it. I thrust at her mouth. At the same time, my right hand presses at the back of her head. She groans, vibrating against my cock as I thicken even more.

“All of it,” I say to her.

I don’t give a fuck if she has a gag reflex or if she can’t breathe with her throat full of my cock. She’s been given an order by her ace .

I push harder at the back of her head. I feel her jaw quivering. Stretching to accommodate my fulfilling size. I’m far from apologetic. She’s had my cock inside her cunt. She knows just how big it gets.

Halfway along my shaft she pauses and looks up at me. I’ve reached what I would call the standard threshold . Meaning this is the spot in her mouth where she lets her brain tell her she can’t handle anymore. Or maybe all of her useless ex’s were just a little… smaller …

Luc steps forward and motions for the others to close in on myself and my claimed one . It might not be ideal to have your dick gagged on while a group of guys watch, but here we are. This is the ceremony.

She needs to succumb. Know her place. Take my cock into her throat. But that’s just the start.

Up next… she needs to offer me her blood.