This was the crucial part, though it pained him not to fuck her yet – spread-eagled in his chains and naked, moaning as she twined her hands into the chains, with his fuckspear inside her.
It was a sight he could live on for years.
Once he’d sealed this, he could do this to her every night or day if he chose. She’d finally given herself to him. After his past with her, he’d craved hearing that, though he’d have kept her no matter what.
There was a primeval satisfaction in taking what was yours, and if it tried to wriggle from your grasp you really were compelled to fuck it into submission.
What he was about to do would shut off her one remaining escape route. He would never have let her embark into the wilds of Aerthe on the off-chance she might succeed, might survive, might not be taken as a sex slave by the first balls-intact man who sighted her.
That plan of hers had enraged whatever conscience he had left.
“Be ready, girl. This will hurt.”
Or he imagined it would. As the chosen prophet, as this intermediary between Aerthe and the Mekkers, he’d been instilled with intimate details of what a waik crystal could do, what it was, what it might do if applied in certain ways. If anything had convinced him of the science of Aerthe, it was this data.
He would brand her with the crystal in his hand and it would remove her ability to make a portal for no waik crystal would ever be allowed to leave Aerthe.
“Steady.”
She tensed.
Slowly, calculating where he wanted this to embed, he approached the skin above her shoulder blade. He placed the crystal so it paralleled her spine, then he raised his other hand. Here, he was too high to connect via the land but he could emulate what all mechlings did, draw waik power from the air. The frequencies ran everywhere if you just knew how to catch them, where to feel.
Bright blue Aerthe leapt to his fingertips, wriggling in the air above him in a cascading umbrella, spiraling in, sparking through him, coursing into the crystal.
Gio screamed as the crystal liquefied. Concentrating, he drew his symbol on her back with his forefinger.
Azure ran fast and melted, setting instantly as he reversed the energy and sent it dissipating as mist into the air. The last of the blue wriggled away.
And was gone.
Except for her, his pretty victim.
“It’s done.” He kissed her back, beside his mark which was a free-drawn, letter R.
While she trembled and sucked in her first breaths as his possession, he walked to the side to fetch lube, wetting his cock with it on his return to her shuddering, chained-up body. Then he slipped his cock into her, easing in as the pain from the mark made her anus expand and contract. He slapped her only once to make her gasp and forget what his cock was doing, then he forged in deeper.
Her head pressed back into his chin as he rode her, fucking her ass slowly, building toward ecstasy.
Her moans forced him to consider whether to gift her with a climax.
“Want to come, Gio?” He paused, fumbling to relax the rope in her mouth, his cock at full depth and his balls tightening.
“Oh fuck, fuck. Please fuck me.”
He rammed in once more, stopped. “Want to come?”
“Yes, oh yes, please.” She gulped in air through the rope, whispered another plea, “Make me come. Please?”
He slipped his hand around to her front and teased her nipples lightly as well as squeezing and brushing in circles. With his other hand, he taunted her clit, making it rise, pop up hard, massaging her there as he fucked her. The fuckspear made her asshole so tight he could barely hold himself back from spurting on the instant.
But he did, he did.
With grace and gritted teeth.
“Come for me, slave girl,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. “Come for me.”
Whether the use of slave did it for her, she groaned again, muttering and bending her ass back into his thrusts, despite the way the fuckspear pinned her in place.
When she went rigid then shuddered, he sped up, crushing onto her, fucking out then in, his thrusts only withdrawing a short distance because he couldn’t bear to pull out now. He pulled back her head so he could see her rope-tangled face and her mouth fixed in that wide O as she came and came.
His last thrust shoved her forward. He stiffened, bellowing. His climax left him cursing and gasping in time to her spluttered moans.
He left her for a moment to clean himself then returned, taking it slow, admiring his girl, this girl he now owned completely. The brand on her back sparked gleams of eye-scalding light.
After extracting the dildo and releasing her from the chains and rope, he carried her to the bed. They collapsed onto it as one multi-limbed, panting, and exceptionally messy animal. Nothing between them, not once he inserted his cock into her cunt. Not roughly, not to have sex, simply to say she was his, to make them one.
He kissed beside her mark, careful to be gentle there. The R glinted. There was more to it than his letter however. Rays of blue crystal sprayed outward from the R, fine as hairs but scintillating when the light glanced over them. They ran all the way down her back to just above the swell of her ass and curled over her shoulders, becoming more delicate toward the ends then fading.
She was a living jewel.
He’d decided she was precious. Now everyone would know it.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, making the point while kissing her neck and snuggling her closer.
Her eyes were shut but she wriggled into him and murmured a sleepy and agreeable, “Mmm.”
“Good girl.”
He’d wrap her up with collars and commands, with ropes and chains, make her learn what he wanted from her, until the very thought of leaving him was anathema.
When he’d swallowed the waik crystal, he’d learned what lay at the root of his obsession with her and he’d decided he didn’t care. Gio was a gift from Aerthe and that was all he needed to understand.