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Manipulations (Mists of the Fae Book 10), page 3
She went to speak but when she opened her mouth Vil thrust in deeply, cutting her off as he held her still by the hair. “Hush, no more thinking, no more reasoning for you. You will take what he gives and you will not incur my wrath. You will enjoy this because we tell you to. You are ours.”
Rav cracked her hard on the ass causing her to cry out around his sire’s sex as he fucked her mouth. He smacked her repeatedly knowing she could take it and so much more. When he was satisfied she was tender, he reached for his belt.
The first crack caused her to jump in shock and Vil smacked her face with just enough force to give her pause. “Watch your reactions, dear. I do not mind a little pain, but I will punish you if you bite me again during this.”
Rav smirked as he continued layering welts over her ass and thighs. At first she flinched and cried, but slowly he could sense her state of mind altering. He ran a hand over the marks he’d left in her skin and she moaned. It was almost more than he could take.
Vilyn groaned thrusting deeply as he emptied himself in her throat. “Take all of me,” he commanded holding her fast. “Drink it in.”
When he finished he released her and she collapsed on the bed between them. Rav pulled her up by the hips and sank into her tight core, burying his full length inside her on a forceful thrust. He moaned at the feel of her. Having her in her mind was nothing compared to this.
“God I’ve missed you, sweets.”
Vil laid back watching them hungrily as he stroked himself. He reached over running a hand through her hair as he sensed her. “She is turning, submitting to us completely. See how her color pales? How her hair darkens? For one to give themselves so freely in this way is rare. I thought she might after what occurred, but I did not expect it would happen so quickly.”
Neither did he, but thank fuck because he was never giving her up. They’d kill him before he let the King have her. She was his. She came willingly, submitted to them freely.
Most Fae only turned after hours of torture, or days of seduction. Even then their minds generally needed to be manipulated before they willingly gave into the seductive draw of the Darkness as it flowed through them, changing them. His sweets was giving herself to them. It was a gift he’d fucking treasure.
He pulled out, turning her over and positioning her towards Vilyn. She looked up at him as Vil kissed his way up her body. “Shhh, just let go,” Ravyshyn murmured kissing her head. “You’re ours now, sweets. Feel us flowing through you. Enjoy the pleasure we give.”
“Ravyshyn…” She breathed as a hint of hesitance crept in.
He kissed her softly. “Only us, Steph, me and Vilyn,” he promised. “I’ll never make you take another if you do as we say.” But he swore to himself that if she ever betrayed him for the Fae again he’d see to it that she was broken and used like a two-bit whore before he killed her.
Vilyn groaned as he took her. She was phenomenal. That burn, that strength, nothing compared to it. When he had originally offered to bind himself equally to Ravyshyn in exchange to be equally bound to the Queen, it was more so that he would retain control of his progeny without it being obvious. This young Fae held power over Rav. He may hold control over her in most of their interactions, but her choices ruled his in that he would do anything to possess her.
He had plans for the boy. There was a strength to him few possessed. Together they could gain the authority within the Brood he craved. He did not save him from dying in his awakening merely to watch him die for her.
When he had made the choice to take Ravyshyn for himself, he thought he would perhaps see the female killed in the raid to reclaim his blood in order to negate the threat; but then he had seen her through his memories. It would have been such a waste to destroy her when they could wield her, use her to achieve their goals. Controlling this female would give them true power.
Seeing her manage the best the Fae had to offer was exhilarating. They were nothing more than insects in the wake of her strength. The Lords of Darkness were her match, but even they she held off with skill and ease. She was the ultimate weapon and he would use her.
What intrigued him more was what he had sensed in her as she drank from him. She knew what the Kings had done to her, knew what Ravyshyn had done in their past, and she knew all the danger in trusting him. Everything that ran through her mind he had viewed to be certain of the risks. She knew what Rav wanted from her and that it would take her down a Darker path, yet still she came with them, protected them.
Part of her felt so restricted in the world of the Fae. The female was trapped by the legacy of her line, denied the right to be who she was, and forced into the mold they expected. The destined Queen who carried the weight of her line and her Kingdom. No one seemed to notice the doubts she held. No one had noticed her fears. In the beginning perhaps, but they seemed to believe she had simply come to terms with who she was meant to be. There was always some trial she put before herself, swallowing her own needs, yet none seemed to notice…not even her mate. Of course she had blocked them all, but that in itself was impressive.
Tasting this Fae, turning her with his progeny…learning all her secrets. Those things that she denied to even herself, like how she enjoyed the pleasure they granted her…and the pain. It was affecting him more than he cared to admit. He had not found one so impressive to him in many years, but these two? He had not expected to feel attached to them. He would favor them, so long as they remained loyal and learned their place. If not, he would simply kill them. They were tools and he would wield them as such, turning their weaknesses against them.
He gripped her tightly by the hips and slammed into her, savoring the way she clenched him. “You are a revelation,” he groaned as he gripped the blade. “I have never met a Fae like you.”
She looked up at him with unrepentant lust. All her reasons for fighting them gone from her mind. Only pleasure and sensation remained. He captured her mouth and she returned his fervor.
“Finish this. Drink and bind to us. Seize this life and be free.” When he pulled back he reopened his wrist and she latched on readily drinking. “Good girl,” he cooed in satisfaction. “Such a good girl.”
His essence flowed easily through her veins submerging her in Darkness. She would make the perfect concubine, so easily ruled with essence and pleasure.
Ravyshyn leaned close to her ear. “Embrace it, baby, that Darkness coursing through your veins. Let it free you of that weight you’re carrying.”
He let her drink until he felt their essences merge and kissed her head as he pulled his wrist away. She leaned forward, greedily searching for more as he chuckled. “So eager. Let Rav feed you now.”
He took his progeny’s wrist and sliced it, guiding it to her mouth to cement the bonds. Her eyes swirled with Darkness. The black streaks through her hair gave it dimension and a flair that suited her far better than the gold. Her beautiful sculpted form had paled considerably now. She was Shade.
Her body all but spasmed between them. He looked to Rav as he lifted her to slide beneath the girl. Vilyn groaned as Ravyshyn took her from behind and he felt him through her thin inner wall. She cried out in pleasure, in pain, and a tremor rolled through her as her essence waved with her release. She was exquisite and she was theirs. He owned them both now.
Chapter 3
Cymeryn paced his study trying to wrap his head around what their next move should be. This was his fault. He should have known better than to take her memories. It had been the best option he had had, but they had been careless in implementing it. He had known how risky this was and proceeded regardless. Now it was all for naught and they may never be able to reach her.
They should have let the boys know what they were doing and kept Kyle from her until the Bonding was complete. His past with her was too closely tied to Ravyshyn’s. Seeing him had triggered her memories, causing her to realize something was amiss. There had been too many gaps left in her mind and her will was too strong. He should have better calculated the risks of it, but now it was too late.
Cymeryn turned to Byryn trying to follow what they had relayed. “How did you lose them? You sense essence better than any Fae I know and you were right there.”
Byryn and Kyle exchanged glances. “We had a run in with Pravyous.”
“Neither of you mentioned this before,” Marcus pointed out skeptically.
“Because it wasn’t important. He wanted to remind us that a week has passed and a penance will be paid,” Kyle replied but he was unable to meet them in the eye. They were hiding something.
“It was only a few minutes, but her trail was already fading. They had to have managed to shroud her in some way,” Byryn reiterated firmly, drawing his attention away from his son.
Of the two, his grand progeny was far more versed at manipulation. He didn’t even flinch as he met him in the eye. Either there was nothing else to tell, or Byryn felt completely justified in whatever actions he had taken.
Cymeryn studied them both, allowing his essence to roll over them. There was more to this than they were saying. Even if Pravyous did intervene, they were gone for far longer than a few moments. “You are both blocking me.”
Kyle stood in a huff. “We don’t have time for your issues, Dad. You’re right. We’re both blocking you because we’re pissed as hell that you did this without even consulting us. We’re supposed to work together, trust each other, but you didn’t even let Byryn know what was going on when you met this morning so he could tell me to lay low.”
He paced in a rare show of agitation. “This didn’t even need to happen. I could’ve blocked his connection temporarily until she regained control and could think things through for herself. There are any number of methods I could’ve used to break his connection if you had even bothered to tell me this went beyond her own guilt and confusion. You know I’d never sense her that deeply on my own because of our past, so don’t try to tell me you just assumed I knew. You should have fucking come to me.”
Mythos cursed as he looked between them, “This is not helping. If you are looking for somefae to blame, then blame me. I knew better than to take this course. I knew how betrayed she would feel if I could not break her free of his control completely before she realized the reasons, and even potentially after. We do not even know that she will willingly return if we can manage to find her. I have broken her trust and I doubt that she will hear me.”
Byryn rubbed his temples as if his head were throbbing but his focus never wavered. “We do if we have the one thing she wants most…Her Father.”
“Ceryn,” Cymeryn nodded in agreement, feeling hope for the first time since she had turned on them. In all the chaos he had forgotten that Wytheryn had offered them another avenue to her Father. “He may well be the only Fae she will hear now.”
“Actually, she heard us, but she wouldn’t come back to the realm for us.” Byryn shrugged. “She might for Staryana, but it’s too great of a risk to take her out of the realm. I won’t allow it. Pravyous is on us at every turn. Lazurys wants the four of us together, but I guarantee if he can get both of us and one of the girls…he won’t hesitate. He can’t break us without Staryana and Astryn, but we’d do anything to protect them and he knows it.”
Kyle nodded in agreement. “The only option at this point is her Father. Steph used to talk about him a lot, even when she thought she was human. She used to wonder what it would be like if he never died. Honestly it was like some part of her knew he was out there. I think they’re mentally linked, but if that’s the case he keeps the connection sealed to protect her.”
Mythos measured him a moment. “You may well be right. When she collapsed in her awakening she spoke as though somefae were pushing her to hold on. She kept repeating, ‘Warriors fight, we do not give up.’”
“Ceryn used to say that often when he was trying to fight through pain in training. It was a mantra Cerulyion taught him,” Cymeryn mused.
He tapped his hand against his leg and his brother gripped his shoulders massaging them as their essence merged. It was as if he was attempting to root him to the spot as he calmed him. Cymeryn looked back in question but when he met his eyes it was clear that Marcus had picked up on something.
“You’re sitting this one out.”
“Do not be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “We are far stronger together. Ceryn was my closest friend. I will see him freed from that bastard Priest’s grasp.”
Marcus shook his head. “Not this time, mine twin. There is too much risk. You don’t want to push me on this right now. Besides, we should maintain a presence here with everything going on.”
It was preposterous. Cymeryn understood his reasons, but he could not agree to this. He shrugged out of his brother’s hold to face him. “If you have to face Alayne, you will not be able to defeat him without me.”
Rising to his feet Byryn faced them both with a stern expression. “Neither of you are going.”
They both spun on him in shock. It was insanity for them to think they could breach one of Alayne’s safeholds on their own. Even if Lazurys upheld the decree, the High Priest had never been very good at abiding by his Lord’s wishes.
“You can’t be serious, Byryn,” Marcus scoffed.
“This is not about proving yourselves, or even trust. Alayne wants both you and Wytheryn dead, and to reclaim Kyle,” Cymeryn derided. “It would be a suicide mission. Do you really believe you can hope to match his power?”
“Yes,” the boys replied simultaneously without hesitation and Cymeryn cursed at their arrogance.
Byryn stepped forward. “We have a better chance of getting in and out without an issue than any of you.”
“What are you hiding? Why would you think you can manage this alone?” He asked assessing them both.
Neither of them were foolish enough to go into this blind. They would never risk it impulsively now that the girls were both with young. If they truly thought they could defeat Alayne, there was something more than they were saying.
“I spoke to Jarceryn,” he replied. “The Brood is moving against Alayne today. I can still sense them. Prayvous hasn’t completed the rites. I’ll know when the battle begins. A small team will be able to get in and out without issue; Wytheryn, Wycelion, Furynious, Jarceryn, Kyle, and myself.”
“The girls are staying here. The rest of you need to get your heads on straight before we return. Just because we have Ceryn back doesn’t mean he, or the others, are going to be in any shape to help us. They’ll need to recover and they’ll need you.” Kyle shook his head. “You’ll be lucky if they’ve even retained their own minds.”
“Will Demarys be there?” Grifyn questioned, speaking for the first time since he had learned what they had done. He was seething, struggling with what he had learned of his sister, and furious that they had made such a decision regarding Steph without even advising him.
“Yes,” Wytheryn replied. “As well as her young, Ceryn’s sons. Also…” He hesitated looking first to Byryn and Kyle for approval. When they nodded he continued, “Deyna a Devyion and Venysha a Verthyrion.”
Cymeryn froze as did every other Fae in the room. “That is impossible.”
“And a few months ago you would’ve said Redemption was impossible, Dad,” Kyle replied cynically. “If Wyth says they’re there, then they’re there.”
“Do you not realize what a risk this is? The entirety of the Brood could turn on you. Alayne could summon the Elder Priests. Do you not see this could be a trap?” He pleaded.
“Byryn, can you do this? Can you truly manage this on your own? You are asking us to sit back, and we do indeed trust you, but these Fae are our blood. If the tables were turned, you would not find it any easier to refrain. I have faith in you, and if you say this is how it must be done, then I believe you; but you have any amount of support you need,” Devyn spoke quietly, but his tone was firm. “Please consider this carefully.”
Byryn met each of them in the eye in turn. “I need all of you here. I need to know Staryana and Astryn are safe. I need to know that Kylion and Bryce are safe. My sister, our brothers, need to be safe. As long as I have Kyle with me, we can do this. I don’t have any doubts, but if I’m going to be able to keep my head in the game I need to know that if something goes wrong they’re all safe and cared for,” Byryn promised, pausing as he turned to face Kyle, “because if anyone takes the fall for this, it’ll be me and me alone.”
Kyle spun in shock. “Like fucking hell.”
Cymeryn watched as Byryn took his face in his hands. “Gemyn, if all hell breaks loose, I’ll surrender myself to Lazurys and you and Wytheryn will get everyone else the hell out of there. I can survive the penance and I trust you. I know you’ll take care of the girls until I can make it back and I know you’ll bring me back from this.”
“Byryn…”
Cymeryn turned away as Byryn kissed his son, unable to handle their connection in that moment. It was not that he disproved of their bond. It was the pain he sensed between them. Byryn was preparing him. He did not expect to return and Cymeryn could not stop this. It was clear they had planned this out and to interfere may well put them at further risk. The boy was like a son to him. He was of his essence despite his Claiming by Grifyn. Cymeryn had created this situation, but Byryn would pay for it.
Marcus gripped him by the nape of his neck. “Pull it together. The fault is not yours alone. All three of us made this choice.”
He grunted but did not respond. What was there to say? He had made a grave mistake in convincing them to follow his thinking. The boys were right. If he had involved them, they may have steered them off this course and they would not have lost Steph.
Cymeryn measured Mythos, more than aware of what he had to be feeling. Steph had taken of him as well, though only minutely. She was turning and it was not Ravyshyn’s essence alone flowing through her veins. He could feel Vilyn coursing through her as well.
