SIGIL
Part One of the Irdesi Empire Series

 

A very male, very pleased growl filled the air when she broke his hold.

Already imagining the music of Sovereign’s bones snapping, saturating herself in the compulsion, she twisted her posture into that of a born soldier. It was not hard to strike him. Her speed superior, each blow incredibly fulfilling as she toyed with her food. They were in a tangle of movements, their styles of aggression vastly different. Where Sovereign was elegant, she was unpolished, rough, and brutal. One kick and she’d shattered her table. A dodged punch dented the corroded wall. The more damage she created, the greater her need to annihilate grew. Between them, the room fell into shambles, furniture breaking, treasured baubles falling, crushed underfoot.

It wasn’t long before Quinn had him on his back, his larger body under her control. Braced over Sovereign, practically drooling, she licked her lips and moved to snatch his pretty eye straight from his pretty skull.

She struck.

Everything went wrong.

There was pain and a blur as her center of gravity shifted. The grate floor cut into her cheek, her chest, her thigh, Sovereign pinning her belly down. Tossing back an elbow, she struck his ribs, the man hardly grunting as his teeth grazed the nape of her neck.

He bit down so hard she startled.

Gasping at the feeling of the bones in her neck shifting, Quinn found she couldn’t move, only stare in horror as he crunched harder and another burst of feeling stunned her to momentary stillness.

Crying out, fighting like a wild thing, no matter how she tried, Sovereign had her caught, brutally biting the same place each time she grew too frantic. Exhaustion, the need to regroup, another sharp bite, and she yielded.

He released his jaw once she began to tremble.

“Shhhhhh.” Sovereign stroked her body with the weight of his. “You do not need to be afraid.”

There was a slithering brush of probing fingers between her closed thighs. Gripping the black leather of her small covering, he tore it away.

Quinn immediately grew frantic, screaming outrage, and the teeth returned.

Again she was forced into unnatural immobility.

A long lick over the bloody skin of her neck drew out her shiver and the haunting rumble of approval from the male. “It’s time for you to submit to your consort.”

Unsure how he managed to hold her down yet still slip the tips of his fingers up to trace her slit, the woman hissed, bristling at his reverberating growl when Sovereign found her clit engorged.

“You are aroused for me.” With that final statement, he forced his fingers into a slippery cunt.

She instinctively squeezed around the intrusion, confused, fighting an unsettling urge to press back against thrusting digits.

Wriggling, struggling for breath, Quinn demanded, “Stop!”

Those unwelcome fingers found her piercing. Tugging and playing with it, he drew out shrill bursts of friction each time the metal skated across the sensitive nub of flesh it decorated.

Shrieking, she tried to shift his weight again.

“Surrender.” Sovereign spoke as if licking her blood from his lips. “Or I will be forced to impose submission the entire time I fuck you.”

“Get off—” She gave out a grunt, her words lost in her throat once his bite reestablished.

She felt his hand leave her and work the fastenings of his clothes. Before she could overcome the momentary listlessness, an unwelcome girth breached. His penetration pushed forward mercilessly until the bastard was fully sheathed.

Balls deep, Sovereign offered an extended groan so obscene her body responded, gripping tight around the intrusion and wetting him further.

Warm breath tickled over her ear. “Perfect.”

When he began to thrust, Quinn struggled, gaining nothing. His answer was to display further aggression, grinding her painfully into the grate floor, moaning each time he manipulated her reaction until her cunt seeped and her insides tried to pull him in.

Smashed under the onslaught of remorseless pounding hips, Quinn wriggled, hissed, her noises twisting into calls that shamed her. Each time she keened at the fingers playing with her piercing and the fullness of his cock, he praised her—licking the bite wounds, moving with the speed and ferocity of a male giving what a raging female desired.

A teetering climax, one she had been holding back from the first intrusion, became a nightmarish thing. The leaking psionics, the fear of herself, brought her to whine, “Please…”

“Yes, Sigil.” Sovereign surged, fucking in so hard she grunted at each thrust. “Beg me for more.”

Saturated in stimulus, panting, pleading for a thing partway between mercy and annihilation, she screamed, “Please!” choked on the word, and climaxed so hard the world went black.

Behind her, Sovereign’s jaw unhinged, the man shouting as he came.

He bit her neck one final time, erratically thrusting those last messy plunges. A long low whimper—half panicked and half gratified—hummed past parted lips once she felt him gush. Sovereign filled her to the brim, pressed tight to cork every drop of splashing ejaculate spilled in her tender passage.

Scraped raw, confused, the back of her neck a pulsing mush of torn bleeding flesh, Quinn began to weep.

“Oh, Sigil.” Sovereign slid his lips over her ear. “It had to happen this way. Can you not already feel me working inside you, undoing the damage? Does it not satisfy to be mounted by your own kind? Every time we mate, you’ll know completion. You’ll chemically recognize your place, until you are healed of the poison they inflicted on you to punish me.”

Ashamed the enemy was witnessing her weakness, Quinn turned her face away. Cheek bleeding from the rough edges of the grated floor, she welcomed the pain and stink of blood. Anything to distract from the fact he had played with her as a cat plays with a mouse—the plan of fucking her his endgame from the moment she’d stepped foot into the room.

She’d lost, he’d shamed her, and even in the moment, she could feel his come inside her womb pooling warm and unnatural.

She tried to shift her hips away from the thick plug still pulsing inside her. She tried to force that heat out.

“Hold it all, precious one,” Sovereign warned, his grip growing tight again. “Hold every drop I gave you. Your body must absorb and recognize my mark if we are to break your compulsion.”

She was in shock—shivering, hyperventilating, and afraid of the monster on her back.

“Please…” The word was a long entreated sob for freedom.

“You are beautiful, even when you cry.” A large hand slipped under her skull to cradle it, preventing the woman from gouging her bleeding face against the abrasive floor. “It pains me our first coupling has upset you.” Thumb brushing her lips like a kiss, he promised, “In time, you will learn you need not fear me.”

But she was terrified.

More tears began to flow.

Quinn bawled, teeth chattering, the bastard’s encouragements only upsetting her further. When she squirmed, body going numb from the pressure of the grate and the burdensome weight of the man, his organ pulsed back to life.

She froze, petrified of her body’s reaction, of the blood she could feel pumping to engorge her sex further, of the slippery offered fluid which eased his passage and enticed further fucking.

Sovereign thrust gently, Quinn’s hiccupping sobs twisting into soul wrenching whimpers at the decadent swirl of hips and softer scrape of teeth along her spine. He held her down as he had the first time, though she did not fight him—the second claiming infinitely tender, debilitating.

Calloused hands stroked to erase the horror, to foster nonexistent comfort.

With her eyes screwed shut, her head resting in his palm, Quinn lost the final trace of bloodlust.

Praise was lavished upon her for submission, a tongue tracing the shape of her ear when she arched her pelvis encouraging him to rut. She came screaming the name of her oldest enemy, her body greedily draining him of seed—no orgasm in her history as obliterating, as gratifying, as those desolate moments under Sovereign.

A throbbing cock emptied, splashing more fluid against her womb.

With labored breath, he commanded, “Sleep.”

The effect was almost instant, and before she could reflect on why, she obeyed.

 

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